“One day at a time, and no promises,” she whispered back as she closed the distance. The kiss was amazing. So magical, it curled her toes, and butterflies took flight inside her belly with excitement. The guy oozed sex appeal as he devoured her mouth. Harlow fiddled with the hem of his shirt and broke the kiss just long enough for her to get the garment off and throw it behind her. Toby soon did the same with her dress. He got rid of her bra too and began to play with her breasts. He rubbed her erect nipples and palmed her boobs in each hand. They were both half-naked, skin against skin, and it was pure bliss to finally feel him up close, in such a personal way. Tonight was their night, and nothing else mattered for once but this moment with him.
Toby’s lips trailed down her neck, going lower and lower to taste her everywhere. She squealed with delight as he stood, taking her with him to the very large bed on the other side of the room. She bounced as he threw her on it, and he made quick work of pulling off her underwear, too. He stood back and admired the sight of her, so she decided to reciprocate. His tan chest rippled with overlapping muscle, defined pecs, and abs full of ink. A large, shaded, black and white skull sat right above his heart with a background of orange flames. Two roses sat on each shoulder so big it looked like one big piece. It was beautiful. A pair of lips was tattooed along the sexy V that led to the hard cock she was about to play with, with the words Only God can judge me underneath in script. Praying hands with rosary beads was on the other side of it on the left.
“You’re beautiful, Toby, and sometime soon, I’d like to trace those tattoos with my tongue, examine them, and maybe figure out their meaning.” She smiled, sat up on her knees, and moved closer so she could touch him again.
“Should be my line. Damn, Harlow, you’re exquisite—like an angel of sexy innocence. I’m drooling over here because I’m about to eat that pretty pussy, and I already know your taste will be an addiction, then I’m going to want to dirty you up, fuck you until you can’t walk, ruin you for any other man.”
“Yes, please.” Harlow nodded and licked his pierced nipple. “Taste me. Let me taste you. I don’t care. I just need…”
Toby growled and pushed her back onto the bed so she was lying flat on her back again. She squirmed and cupped her breasts to tease him. She needed everything he promised and then some. She craved it.
“I know what you need. Fuck me, I know.” Toby dropped to his knees. He grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her closer to the edge. When she was into the position he wanted, he threw her legs over his shoulders and feasted. She gasped the minute he licked her from ass to clit. She watched Toby look up in time to see her writhe for him and he watched as she gripped the sheets. She pushed her pussy up into his face to get as close as possible while he licked, flicked, and fucked her with his tongue, and it felt so good, better than she could remember. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her body broke out in goosebumps, and her back arched as she screamed out his name in ecstasy. There was a heaven, after all. Hallelujah! Her orgasm came on quickly but lasted so long, she had to beg him to stop so she could take a deep breath. It was bitter sweet bliss.
Toby stood, wiped her juices from his face, and eagerly whipped his pants, boxer briefs, and socks off. He hopped around, and she giggled when he almost lost his footing. He ignored her to grab a strip of condoms from his bedside table and quickly sheathed himself in the latex. God, but he made her breathless just by looking at him. His cock was long, thick, and slightly curved to the right. She licked her lips and slid herself higher on top of the bed so it was easier for him to crawl on top. He growled the moment his dick met her moist pussy, and he rubbed the head against her clit. Harlow shivered and wasn’t above begging. She needed him so much. She felt so empty. “Toby, please…”
“Fuck, yes!” he exclaimed.
She felt their spark ignite into an inferno of passion as soon as he entered her.
Chapter Fifteen
Toby
Holy shit!
He needed a minute or he was about to bust a nut. And there was no fucking way he was going to let that happen so soon. He’d wanted to be in this position from the moment he’d laid eyes on Ms. Hottie, and he wasn’t about to ruin it by acting like this was his first time. Christ, she was tight. Perfect underneath him.
“Toby?” Her whisper was nearly his undoing.
“I just need to savor this for a minute,” he said then met her halfway in a kiss. He finally began to move, thrusting slowly because it felt too good to rush through it while he made love to her, not only with his dick but with his mouth too. Harlow pulled away and gasped for air. Her hips flexed in tune with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nails trailed down his arms and back up again, leaving slight red marks along the way. Loved knowing that later, whenever he looked in the mirror and saw those little scratches, he’d be treated with this very memory of her. Dark hair spread out against his white sheets, chest heaving, tits bouncing, green eyes on him like he hung the moon. He licked up her neck and nibbled on her lobe. She shivered against him as he breathed her in and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “You feel so good, Harlow. So tight, warm, and wet on my cock. I want to feel you pulse against me, coming so hard you milk my cock inside of you. Not sure one night is going to be enough with you, and that’s all I’m normally made of. I knew you’d be different,” he confessed and began to fuck her faster, his own words working him up into a frenzy, and she sighed with satisfaction.
“More, Toby. Harder.” She slapped his ass, and it made him chuckle.
“Oh, baby, you asked for it.”
He was about to break the fucking headboard. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall, and he didn’t care who heard; this woman, his for the taking, was about to scream once again, and it was going to be louder than the last time, if he could help it. He cupped his hands underneath her butt to change positions. Now on his knees with Harlow’s lower half elevated, it was like watching his very own porno with him in a starring role. As soon as he was sure Harlow was supported by her legs, he kept one hand squeezing her butt as he fucked her, and his other went up to play with her clit. She was so slick and aroused, she quivered within a minute of his touch and lit up like a firework on the Fourth of July. It was beauty. It was bliss. It was freaking phenomenal, and he could swear he nearly blacked out as her pussy strangled his cock and drained him dry. He collapsed to the side, trying to catch his breath, and he could swear it had never felt like this, not once, or at least, not in a very long-ass time.
One thing was for sure—they’d be doing this again. He was too selfish. It felt too good not to. He just needed to be careful.
By the time he’d come back to his senses, Harlow was cuddled next to him, her head on his chest. Her fingers trailed along the skull over his heart, tracing it. “I know this is the part where I should probably get dressed and go, right?” She lifted her head to look at him, as if waiting for his direction. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so I’m not caught up on protocol.”
“Do you want to go?” He lifted his brow. He hadn’t planned on asking her to leave, but if she wanted to, he wasn’t about to stop her.
“Not really.” She shrugged. “This is nice.”
“What we did was far from nice.” His eyes glittered with amusement. “Stay, then.”
“Okay.” She sat up, and he whistled when he got a good view of her ass. “My turn to play. You just sit back and relax.”
Toby stiffened when she picked up his foot and began to massage it. He was in such a sated haze, he hadn’t realized he left his scars on display. He normally hid them. The burns he’d sustained from the fire when he lost Carley were worst around his ankles and feet, and now she was touching him—there.
For fuck’s sake.
Harlow sensed something, of course. “You don’t have to talk about it.” She kissed him softly against the puckered skin she held in her hands. “We all have scars, Toby. Our own stories to tell, when we’re ready, and you’ve seen mine.”
She gulped and gently placed his foot down, massaging higher up his legs now, working her way up his body. He let out a breath, nodded, and tried to relax again. “I just want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.” She kissed along his legs and stopped herself when she reached the top of his thigh. Harlow gripped the base of his cock, and having a mind of its own, he started to get hard again. She pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash beside his bed. Then he watched her grab a corner of the flat sheet and wipe him clean. He cursed the moment her lips closed around his tip, and his hips jerked at the feel of her tongue swiping the sensitive slit at the top of it before she enclosed her entire mouth down his length until he hit the back of her throat. The moment was epic, and he knew without a doubt, nobody was getting any sleep tonight.
He didn’t mind one bit.
Chapter Sixteen
Toby
“The fuck you laughing at?”
The minute Carson entered the break room, he noticed Rebel sitting at the table with his feet up. He was holding a magazine and chuckling loudly. If his fellow tattooist found something funny, he wanted in on it.
“Shit, man. Toby’s girl has some doozies. Check this out.”
“Not my girl, Reb,” was Toby’s instant reply.
“If you say so,” Carson said, rolling his eyes. He turned to face Rebel. “You’re reading the chick column?”
“Meh,” Rebel shrugged. “Since Harlow’s been hanging out, I figure I’d see what the fuss was about. Some of it is the standard advice column stuff, some of it is Harlow adding a personal touch to the situation she’s replying to. But then you’ll read crap like this and we’ve all been there, but just hearing it, or should I say reading about it, is funny shit.” He pointed to a paragraph, and it piqued Toby and Carson’s curiosity, so they began to read it over his shoulder.
Dear Harlow:
I know not many men write in, but I have a situation I need help with, and I’m hoping none of my boys will figure out I wrote to you here, no offense. I just don’t know who else I can turn to with this. There’s this girl I’ve been seeing for the last two months, and I like her a whole lot. We have fun, she’s sweet, and we’ve got chemistry, if you know what I mean. There is no problem there. Except last week we had a mishap in the sheets that turned embarrassing, and things have been awkward ever since.
Here’s the deal, long story short. My girl and I were in the middle of getting busy, and it was good too, until my dumbass roommate barged in on us. To make matters worse, when I went to say what the fu—udge, she farted and not the normal kind. She was mortified, but the coochie bomb was already out there, and I was stunned. In my defense, I don’t think anyone is fully prepared when this happens. My roomie laughed, she cried out in misery, and while she hurried to hide under the covers, I was able to recover enough to throw the arse out of my bedroom with a few choice words before slamming the door. I tried comforting her, holding her, but the moment had passed, and she didn’t want to be touched, so I respected her wishes and backed off for the moment. She wanted to go home. To make matters worse, on our way out, my roommate was an ass yet again when he lifted his leg, farted loudly, then told her everybody does it, like it was no big deal. He’s lucky I haven’t seen him in a couple days.
In the meantime, I call her every day to let her know I’m thinking of her, and we’ve gotten together once for dinner and a movie, but we haven’t been physical since. Is there anything I can do to help her get over the embarrassment?
From,
A Man with a Situation.
“Damn!” Toby said, shaking his head. “Sounds like his roommate needs a lesson in boundaries and a good ass kicking.”
“Dude,” Carson responded. “My thoughts exactly. He just cock-blocked the guy. What a total douche. It’s not like the guy could climb back on and ride that ripple. Sounds like he really likes this chick too. Poor sap.”
Toby turned to address Rebel. “What’s so funny about this?”
Rebel shrugged. “I was just picturing the scenario, is all. The guy called it a ‘coochie bomb,’ for fuck’s sakes. Guess it’s easier to find it funny when it’s not happening to you.”
“So, what’s Harlow say, I wonder?” Carson asked. They both started reading again, assuming Rebel already had.
Dear Situation:
Sounds to me like your roommate needs a lesson in etiquette. Did he realize you were entertaining? I guess it’s pointless to ask because the damage has been done. However, I can tell you care about this woman. You did the right thing by respecting her wishes afterward, and I’m sure she appreciates your daily calls just to let her know you’re thinking about her. She may need to take things slowly to gain back her confidence, so try to be patient with her. It sounds like you’re taking all the right steps.
I can certainly understand why she would be embarrassed, but she’s not alone.
Have you tried talking to her about the situation? Communication is key to a healthy relationship. I’m sorry, but I don’t have one right answer for you.
Maybe you can try apologizing. What happened isn’t your fault. However, she may feel better to hear it. Or maybe you can share an embarrassing experience of your own, so she can feel like you’re on even ground.
You mentioned not seeing your roommate for a few days. I suggest when you do that you mention the predicament he’s put you in and set him straight. Let her know he’s been handled, and if you can give her reassurance that his lack of boundaries won’t happen again, it might help matters as well. I wish you the best of luck in your relationship, and I hope everything works out the way you’d like it to. You sound like a really great guy, and I hope your girl realizes it.
Best wishes,
Harlow
“Smart woman you have there. Don’t you think?” Rebel smirked.
“Smart, beautiful, broken, successful, and so much more. You don’t know the half of it. I’m just getting to know her, and so far, she’s nothing short of remarkable. It’s scary.” Toby sighed.
“Don’t tell anyone I said this, but this chick column is not bad,” Carson said, still reading on.
“I heard that.” Dee grinned. “Welcome to the dark side.” She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Hey, Mel, you’ve got to see this. The guys are reading Harlow Helps.”
“Get out!” Mel said as she strolled through the door. “I was wondering where everyone was. We’re opening soon, and nobody was out front.”
“We’ve got time, but speaking of the dark side, my darling Dee, are you related to Yoda? Because yodalicious.” Carson wiggled his eyebrows up and down, and everyone started laughing.
“Yoda wasn’t on the dark side, dumb ass,” Mel retorted. “Where do you come up with this shit?”
“It’s a gift.” Carson shrugged. “And the ladies love it.”
“Says you,” she replied.
“All right. That’s enough sibling banter for one morning. We’ve got a shop to open.” Toby clapped his hands together and watched as everyone filed out.
“Hey, Tob?” Dee stopped at the doorway while everyone went ahead. “I overheard what you said to the guys about Harlow, and I can understand why you’d think it was scary, but life’s too short for regrets. It may not be my business, but I’m going to lay it out there anyway. You’re a friend, and I care, so sue me.” She took a breath. “Carley would have wanted to see you with someone genuine. She would’ve wanted you to be happy, and you deserve it all, so take the shot if you can and live a little.”
“Duly noted,” he said. “Now if you don’t mind, we have a day to get started, and I’m not in the mood for a heart to heart.”
“Right.” Dee saluted him, and as she turned around to leave, he called out to her.
“Hey, Dee?”
“Yeah?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Thanks. I know you’re coming from a good place. I just have to figure out if I’m ready for that advice.”
“Well, think about it.
” She smiled and left.
“One day at a time,” he murmured to himself, thinking of Harlow’s words when he told her he wasn’t sure if he had forever in him anymore. “No promises.”
Chapter Seventeen
Harlow
“So, tell me all about it. I bet it was so good, wasn’t it?” Calista bounced on the edge of her seat as she tried prying the details out of Harlow about her night out with Toby. “Your first time out with a man in I can’t even remember. Where did he take you?”
“Whoa, calm down.” Harlow chuckled. “We went to Mecca’s and had a steak. It was delicious. Hey, did you know he lives on top of the shop? I had no idea until the other night.”
“No, I didn’t, but then again, I never asked.” She grabbed her glass of wine and took the last sip. “I need a top up before you continue. Want one?”
“No, I’m good,” Harlow said. “But help yourself. You know where the kitchen is.”
“Right, keep talking. I can hear you as I pour,” her friend called out. They were in Harlow’s small apartment having a glass of wine in her living room. It had been three days since she’d spent the night with Toby, and she hadn’t heard from him since. In his defense, she hadn’t bothered to contact him, either, but she’d wanted to. It was so complicated with all these feelings and confusion. She decided to call Calista so she could talk about everything without her thoughts driving her wild. Plus, she hadn’t had the best track record with men, and she needed her best friend’s opinion on a few things.
“Well, we went out to dinner, and I fell in love with his bike. He’s got this sleek, black Harley I’d love to ride. My dad used to take me out on his when I lived at home, and seeing the motorcycle made me realise how much I missed it, you know? The thrill of the ride, the wind against me, the speed, the freedom.”
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