“Fuck me. You’re hot,” Toby replied. “Still too many clothes on.”
Harlow agreed and moved over to get rid of the remaining barriers, while Toby did the same for himself. Once they were both completely naked, Toby lay back on the bed and patiently waited for her to join him. He was so tall and built, masculine and sexy, her mouth watered. His hard cock rested against his tattooed stomach, and she licked her lips. She sat beside him and gripped the base of his dick, stroking him from root to tip with her hand. Her other hand fondled his balls, and he thrust his hips up, wanting more. “You’re so sexy.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.” He panted, “Need you, Harlow. Need more.”
“God, yes,” she hissed. She wanted the same thing. Harlow leaned over him to replace her hand with her mouth on his shaft. Her ass was in the air for his viewing pleasure. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. Her legs spread, and he maneuvered her so that she was on top, ass to face. She shivered and cried out when Toby latched on to taste her dripping pussy. The more turned on she became, the harder she worked him. Her tongue circled the head of his cock. She licked down the side of it and back up again to taste every inch before she enveloped the entirety of his length inside her mouth to suck. Back and forth, her head bobbed, up and down. He hit the back of her throat, and her gag reflex kicked in. She released him from her mouth like a big old lollypop and stroked him harder with her hand. Toby was magic with pussy, a master at making her come apart. She was so close. She rode his face, knowing she was about to explode. Her breath hitched, her nipples pebbled, and Harlow panted. “Holy shit.”
She could tell he was loving her responsiveness when he began to fuck her hand as she jacked him off. “So good, baby. I love that mouth.” Her body began to tremble, and she was weak in the knees. “Oh God, Toby!” She couldn’t hold back any longer and went off like a rocket into oblivion. It was sweet, sweet bliss. Harlow lay boneless on top of him while he lapped her juices and kissed her thighs. When she was done riding that wave of ecstasy, Toby squeezed her ass and slapped it.
“No more mouth. Give me that pussy.”
“Kay.” She pushed some hair out of her face and moved so he could grab a condom from his night table beside the bed. He quickly put it on, and she eagerly climbed on top again. He positioned his cock to align with her wet cunt, and she slowly sank inch by inch until he was seated to the root. They both moaned in unison.
She paced herself slowly because it felt way too good to rush. There’d be time for that later. Her hands rested on his chest for leverage while she moved over him. Toby matched her rhythm. He played with her breasts, and she leaned forward to kiss him, couldn’t get close enough. Harlow could taste herself on his lips, and it excited her more. They explored each other, were getting to know each other, and she was falling so fast, she needed to catch her breath. She broke the kiss with a gasp and cried out again when Toby’s mouth latched onto her boob. Her pace quickened and pussy pulsed. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel and gave it her all. Sweat cascaded down her back, and Toby grabbed onto her ass cheeks to help guide her into a faster pace.
“Feel so good, Harlow.” He hissed, “Tight—warm—wet. So close.”
Harlow nodded and sucked on her index finger while she bounced. She trailed the digit down her body to her clit and started to rub it. “Me too, baby.”
Toby’s gaze zeroed in on her ministrations. She knew exactly how to play her body like it was a finely tuned instrument. It wouldn’t take her long to erupt again. She was too worked up. “Come, Toby. Fill me up.”
“Fuck, yeah!” he hollered, and his cock twitched. Toby held himself still and sighed her name when he finally let go, and that’s all it took for her to pulse again with her own release while he filled the condom inside of her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Toby
She was abso-fuckin-lutely glowing, and his chest swelled with pride. They were breathless and well spent after this first round of making love. If all went according to plan, he could go for another round or ten before exhaustion hit them. But first, they needed to talk. He at least owed her that much. She’d confided in him several times, and he’d given her nothing about himself in return. At least, not the fucked up or important parts. The stuff she needed to know going forward. It was time to man up and spill if he wanted a shot with her, and he needed to do it fast before he changed his mind. This shit wasn’t going to be easy.
Toby took a deep breath and exhaled. “I think I’m addicted already.”
“What?” Harlow giggled and lifted her face off his chest to look at him.
“To this, us, and the sex is…” Toby grinned when Harlow finished his thought for him.
“Incredible, epic, the best?”
“No doubt.” He chuckled and rubbed a hand down his face. They had some serious chemistry; there was no denying it. “I’m going to get cleaned up, then I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“Is everything okay?” Harlow sat up and looked adorably confused in all her naked glory. He wished he could have taken a picture right then to capture the memory in case things got too heavy for either of them to handle. This was it, or it would be in a minute or two, but first, he needed to handle the condom.
“Yeah, I just figured it was time to talk about me, my baggage, whatever you want to call it. You’ve already given me you. It’s only fair I do the same,” he said. Toby got out of bed and turned away from her to discard the condom. He threw it in the trash and sat back down on the edge of the bed, dreading what came next.
Harlow traced the broken angel wings he’d had tattooed on his back after Carley died and whispered, “If you’re sure you’re ready, then I’m here for you.” She massaged his shoulders, and her touch and encouraging words soothed him enough to go on.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, truthfully. Talking about this is hard, but I care about you, so I will.” Toby leaned forward and rested his head between his hands. “You’re special to me, Harlow, and I feel like you understand where I’m coming from.”
Harlow kissed him between his shoulder blades and hugged him from behind. “Somehow, I think I might.”
“Right,” he agreed. “Mel ever tell you how I lost Blank Canvas? My old place. If not, you’re about to find out. It’s a big part of this shit show I’m stuck with.” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer. “But first I get to tell you about the best part. Her name was Carley, and she was my fiancé for about five minutes. We were together for a few years, and she was everything to me. She was short and cute as a button. Fierce, loyal, and tough through and through. She’d come into the shop, a tattoo virgin, just like you. Only she wanted to start out small. Got herself this little blue butterfly on her left shoulder. From there, she was hooked into getting a full sleeve and eventually got into piercings, by Mel’s influence.” Toby exhaled. “We had this magnetism, and she was so easy to be around. You kind of remind me of her a bit in that sense. It was just before Christmas, and she was coming in to get her nipples pierced on the night I proposed. I talked everyone into leaving early so it’d be just the two of us. I had my office all set up with candles and flowers, crap to make it romantic for her. I gave her the nip jewellery, and we headed to the back. Later on, we fell asleep on the couch I had back there with her curled around me. Not sure how long we’d been out, but by the time I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. I had a hard time catching my breath, and I was weak. It was surreal. My eyes opened and closed a few times before I caught my bearings. The place was burning, smoke was everywhere, and I could hardly see. I called out to Carley, but she wasn’t responding. When I tried getting up, she rolled to the floor. I couldn’t focus, and I knew I had to get us out.” Toby finally managed to look behind him to gauge Harlow’s reaction and tried to breathe past the tears that threatened to fall. “Managed to drag us out of the burning office but blacked out before I could get us outside. Carley died. The burns on my calves and feet
are my reminder.”
“Mr. Idiosyncratic?” Harlow whispered in shock. It all made so much sense now. She sprang off the bed and knelt in front of him. “Oh, Toby, I am so sorry.”
Toby let out a grunt when Harlow flew into his arms. He had no words. What was somebody supposed to say to that? You’re not the only one. He hated being broken.
Instead, he just held onto her tightly, and it felt good for the moment. She felt good. His heart physically ached at the memory, and he rubbed his chest when she leaned back a couple of inches. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to kiss him there. She literally moved his hand out of the way and placed her lips right above his heart.
So sweet. Shit.
Harlow never failed to astound him. He held her hands with both of his. “This is why I’m not sure I can commit to anything long term. I can’t make you promises, Harlow, and you deserve them. Losing Carley nearly destroyed me, and the hurt won’t fucking go away.”
“It’s not easy, Toby. I understand. What you went through was heartbreakingly traumatic. It’s not something someone can just get over, just like that.” She withdrew her hand from one of his and snapped her fingers. “Carley sounds like an amazing woman, and no one should expect you not to feel the way you do. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the loss of my daughter. What I do know is that I like you a lot. I enjoy spending time with you, and I feel this connection between us. We’re two people who, unfortunately, were dealt a shitty hand. Life is hard, but it’s also what you make of it. I’m willing to take a chance if you are. Day by day, one date at a time.”
“I can handle that.” He gave her a sad smile and quickly kissed her on the lips.
“Talking about it helps. I had to see someone for a while after I recovered from my injuries. I don’t go as often anymore, but I do if I feel like I need to. Have you ever thought about seeing someone for that?” Harlow asked.
“You mean a shrink?”
“Yeah, it gets easier with time, and it helps with the healing process. I can give you a recommendation if you’re interested. No pressure, though.” She held a hand to her chest and looked adorable doing it. His mouth twitched to hide a smile, and suddenly, his heart didn’t feel so heavy.
She did that for him.
“Not sure I’d like that so much.” He shrugged. “But I’ll give it some thought.”
“Fair enough.” Harlow lifted from her knees and hugged him again. Her lush breasts rubbed against his chest, and it stirred his cock back to life. She was incredible, and he wanted her again.
“You’re beautiful, baby. Inside and out.” Toby caressed the side of her face and kissed her with everything he had. This time he was going to show how much he appreciated her by going slow with his insatiable need.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dear Harlow:
I must have the worst luck ever. Three weeks ago, I went out with some friends and met someone. We had a good time, but it was a onetime thing, and I never expected to see him again. Then last week, I go into work to meet my new boss, and it’s him. My one-night guy. Talk about awkward.
To make matters worse, just as I’m about to shake his hand, I trip over a chair, land on all fours, and split my pants open. I was mortified, while he seemed to be amused. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him ever since, but I know I’ll have to face him eventually. Any advice?
~Unlucky and Clumsy in Minneapolis~
*
Dear Unlucky:
It sounds like you have the same type of luck I do. I can choke on air and trip over my own two feet at times. It happens to the best of us, but we’re all adults here, and as such, we should be able to get past our embarrassing moments. I say go in there and confront it head-on. Act confident, like it never happened, and if he brings it up, laugh it off and move on. Life is too short to dwell on the little things we can’t change.
Best wishes,
Harlow
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Harlow
“Here are some of my favorite girls.” Fanny clasped her hands together and pulled out a chair. “Hey, Harold. I’m on break.”
“What?” Fanny’s husband hollered from behind the bar.
“I’m taking ten minutes to myself. Hold down the fort, will ya?” she replied and turned to face everyone at the table. “Damn, I love that man, but we’re getting old, and our hearing’s not what it used to be. Not to mention everything sags, and swear to God, his farts turn to dust.” She fanned herself off, and everyone fell into shock. It was comical. Harlow spit out her drink. Calista choked on hers. Mel laughed hysterically, and Dee shook her head with a smile on her face as she patted Callie on the back.
It was a Sunday evening out with the girls at their favorite watering hole. The local pub-style restaurant where the Misfit gang frequently hung out.
“Dang, Mamma Deuce. I love that I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth next. You’re one of a kind, and that’s one of the many things I adore about you.” Mel raised her hand in the air for a high five. Which the old lady had no problem giving.
“I’ve got to keep you young ones on your toes somehow.” Fanny winked, and Harlow smiled after she wiped her mouth.
“I envy what the two of you have, and I hope one day I find somebody special enough to grow old with, dust and all.” Harlow winked back, and the proprietor laughed.
“You two are newer than these ones. I know Melody and Diamond well. Have for years now, but you…” Fanny shrugged her shoulders and gestured between Harlow and Calista. “Your names have escaped me.”
“Harlow. My name is Harlow Ross. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Harlow extended her hand to shake, and the old woman obliged.
“And I’m Calista Wyatt, but all of my friends call me Callie.” Her friend gave a wave in greeting as well.
“It’s nice to meet you two,” Fanny said. She addressed Harlow next. “You’re Toby’s new girl. I’ve heard so much about you. All great, of course.” She rubbed her hands together with glee. “About time that boy got himself someone worthy again.”
Harlow blushed. “Thank you.”
“Speaking of the Misfit boss man, has anyone seen the finished tattoo yet? I’ve been dying to catch a glimpse.” Calista looked at her expectantly. “Harlow has been wanting this for so long, and she finally took the leap.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” Dee asked. “Stand up and show us the goods.”
“Here?” Harlow looked around the semi-busy establishment.
Mel just gave her a “well, duh” look, and she took a deep breath.
Here goes nothing. Well, not nothing because the tattoo, it’s everything. Okay, shut up, Har, and get on with it.
She lifted her shirt and looked down at the artwork she was in love with. “I can’t wait to see it when all of the scabbing falls off, but it’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”
“Holy shit. Yeah!” Dee exclaimed.
“There’s nothing ‘kind of’ about it,” Callie said. “It is absolutely perfect for you.”
“Now that’s some sexy work.” Mel clapped her hands together.
“Bitchin’,” Fanny chimed in, and Harlow couldn’t agree more.
“You’ve got me curious. Who spilled the beans? Did Toby talk about Harlow with you? We want details,” Mel said before Harlow had the chance. She had to admit, she was just as curious. She fixed her shirt and took a seat.
“You know how hard it is to get that boy to open up. Pshhh…” Fanny waved a hand in the air, as if to dismiss that thought. “It was your brother.”
“Carson?” Mel did a double take. “Really?”
“Mm hm. The last few times he was in, he mentioned Toby got himself hooked up with a hot piece. Said she was a doctor and wrote for some fancy magazine. I was impressed. Also said she was a nice girl. Thought she was great for Toby. Hoped that his pal would take a chance and not fuck it up too bad. It’s about time, too.” Fanny reached across the table and took Harlow’s hand. “He’s a great catch, once you get
through all the broken pieces. And, honey, I have a feeling, with all I heard and seeing you now, that you’re sweet enough, smart enough, and strong enough to help him be whole again. Doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes.” She fanned herself. “If only I were thirty years younger.”
“That’s for sure,” Callie agreed, and she gave Harlow a sheepish smile. “What? Anyone with eyes can see Toby’s gorgeous. That said, I also love that he’s good to you and makes you happy.”
Harlow nodded. “We’re not making any promises right now. But he really does make me happy, and…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve already fallen hard for him.”
“Glad to hear it.” Dee squealed, and she hugged Mel, who smiled, and it lit up her whole face.
“For the record, I’m not a medical doctor. I’m a psychologist, and I write for Twin City Women’s Magazine. My column is called Harlow Helps.”
“Oh, I know. I checked you out as soon as Carson talked. Like I said earlier, I was quite impressed.” Fanny stood. “Well, ladies, I’m afraid my break is up. Can I take your orders before I go?”
“We’ll get our refills from Harold at the bar.” Melody held up her beer. “We’d love a couple plates of nachos to share, if you’re headed to the kitchen. Everyone okay with nachos?”
“Sounds good,” Harlow replied as everyone else nodded their agreement. “Thank you, Fanny.”
“Anything for my favorite girls.” The older woman turned to walk away and stopped to look over her shoulder one last time. “See you in a bit.”
“I guess it’s fair to say my brother likes you. Both as a person, and at the thought of you with Toby. That’s good,” Melody said. Harlow turned from watching Fanny saunter away to look at her. “He’s been tight with Toby a long time now, and I know Carson’s opinion matters to Tob.”
“Cheers.” Harlow held up her glass of wine as the other three did the same with their drinks and took a sip. It was time for a subject change, and there was something bothering her. “I wanted to talk to you about something, actually.”
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