Harry (Southern Sands Book 2)

by A. M. Williams

  She just moaned in response. Without warning, he dove in, sucking her clit into his mouth and pushing two fingers into her wet heat.

  He worked her over, concentrating on her clit and trying to find that little spot inside her that would make her cream. He knew he found it when her legs started to quiver and clamped around his head. He continued his assault, applying pressure to her clit and rubbing her g-spot furiously.

  Bailey started to thrash and moan, obviously not caring if someone heard. Harry was to that point also. A few more strokes and she was coming like a freight train, her essence flooding his mouth and his hands.

  As her tremors stopped, he pulled back and moved up the bed so that he was settled between her hips, his lips just inches from hers while he waited for her to become cognizant again.

  “Welcome back,” he joked. She smiled softly. “How do you want it?” he jokingly asked as he reached between them and lined himself up with her still wet heat.

  She just shook her head as he slid home fully. They both groaned as he started to move. His bed creaked with each thrust and the sound of their slapping flesh filled the room.

  He leaned down to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her open mouth, groaning as that familiar tingling started again.

  His movements sped up and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall broke through his focus on Bailey and where they were joined. He slowed, thrown off by the noise, but quickly decided he didn’t much care how much noise they made and kept going.

  He was moving smoothly inside Bailey and could tell she was getting close, her walls fluttering around his length and he groaned as the squeezing pushed him that much closer to his own completion.

  He slipped a hand between them and stroked her clit, which detonated her, making her grip him tightly, triggering his own release. He moaned loudly as he twitched inside her, filling the condom with his orgasm.

  Bailey sighed and relaxed into his bed while he pulled out and went into his bathroom to dispose of everything and wash his hands. A few moments later he joined her and lay next to her on the bed. She was still in the same position as earlier with her eyes closed.

  They lay there for an untold amount of time until Harry realized they should probably join everyone else outside. He rolled himself from the bed and found his pants with his underwear still inside. He pulled them both on, hopping a bit to get them all the way up.

  “You can stay here if you want, but I’m kinda hungry and want a beer.”

  “Ugh…” Bailey said, opening her eyes to look at him.

  She looked rumpled and sexy and he definitely didn’t want to go join the others, but he knew if they were much longer, they would come looking.

  He reached down and grabbed her clothes, tossing them onto the bed before he finished getting dressed. He stepped into the bathroom and grabbed his comb, running it through his hair. When he walked back into his room, Bailey was dressed and had thrown her hair into a ponytail.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  She nodded and he unlocked his door before opening it. They walked to the back door and outside, where everyone paused what they were doing to look at them.

  Grayson started to slow clap while Bentley just wiggled his brows at them. Jax smirked while Karlie blushed and Veronica just sat there watching everyone.

  “I’d give it a nine out of ten. Those noises man,” Grayson joked as he turned back to the grill.

  “I don’t know, I think he deserves a ten. I could tell from here when she came and it sounded like it was good,” Bentley volleyed back.

  Harry shook his head and turned to Bailey, whose cheeks were tinged pink. “Beer?”

  She nodded and went to join Karlie, sitting in the empty lawn chair next to her.

  He went to the cooler, grabbed two bottles and popped the tops off. He turned to find Jax standing behind him, his head cocked to the side. “I gotta say, I’m not sure I ever anticipated you doin’ that.”

  “What do you mean?” Harry asked as he took a sip of beer.

  “Sex with Bailey? Loud sex at that. While people are here? You’ve gone crazy,” Jax joked.

  Harry shrugged. “It just kinda happened. You know…I am a sexy beast.” He wiggled his brows and struck a pose.

  Jax snorted. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

  Harry chuckled and walked over to Bailey, handing her a bottle before leaning against the wall just to her left. He looked at everyone gathered in his backyard and realized that this was pretty great, having everyone at the house. Bentley, Grayson, and Jax were joking by the grill and the three women were chatting amongst themselves.

  It really didn’t get much better than this.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Bailey

  Work that following Monday was rough. Not because it was a Monday, but because Harry surprised her with a flower delivery during first period. That he delivered himself.

  Her first period students were in the midst of going through warm-ups when the door banged open and Harry stepped inside with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. Her eyes widened as the entire gym quieted.

  All eyes on him, Harry walked across the floor, his footsteps echoing throughout the space until he came to stop in front of her.

  “Hey,” he said, giving her a goofy smile.

  “Hey,” she returned, her wide eyes taking in the large arrangement in his hands. It was tulips, one of her favorite flowers and she was incredibly touched that he not only bought them for her, but delivered them himself.

  “I thought you might like something to cheer you up a bit about returning to work, so I brought you these.”

  Her face heated as he handed her the vase. She’d never received flowers before unless it was a birthday—even then it was an afterthought from her father—and certainly never anything like this.

  “Thank you.” She leaned down and buried her nose in the fragrant blooms. The scent was delicate and she couldn’t wait to take them home and have it fill her apartment.

  She looked at Harry through her lashes and wanted to kiss him so badly, but wouldn’t with students present. She wouldn’t even walk him out for that reason.

  He rocked back and forth on his feet as he smiled at her. “I hope you like them. I gotta get goin’, but I wanted to drop them off in person.”

  With a wink, he turned and strode across the floor, his steps the only sound in the cavernous room. Eventually, the sound of the door to the parking lot closing echoed through the room, signaling he was gone.

  “Drake, please finish leading everyone through their warm-up,” Bailey called out.

  The boy leading them jumped and called out the next stretch while Bailey crossed the gym to the door that led to the coaches offices. She passed the first open door and cringed when the conversation within stopped. She’d noticed three male coaches inside when she passed.

  She continued walking down the hall to her own office, stepping through the open door to place the vase on her desk.

  “Whatcha got there Bailey?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you can tell, Tim.”

  He chuckled and she glanced over her shoulder to see him filing her doorway. Tim was a bit gross, if she was honest. He was too touchy feely with her and she’d seen several female students look uncomfortable in his presence. He usually taught only male PE classes and boys weightlifting for that reason.

  “I can tell they’re flowers. But who from? You don’t date.” He chuckled again and the sound grated on her nerves.

  “My boyfriend.” She turned to face him, crossing her arms.

  His expression was one of surprise. “Boyfriend?”

  She nodded. “Yep, boyfriend.”

  He looked taken aback. When she moved past him, he didn’t stop her and she was able to rejoin her class in the gym. Her students stared at her as she rejoined them, starting to do the same stretch as they were. She could feel their collective gazes on her as they finished the sequence and moved to do a few laps around t
he gym.

  As clusters of students ran by, she’d catch them staring at her, almost willing her to admit what was going on.

  Once their warm-ups were done, they finally pounced.

  “Coach K! What’s up with the flowers?

  “Flowers? I want to know what was up with the hottie from earlier!” The girl that said that fanned herself and Bailey rolled her eyes.

  “He’s my boyfriend and wanted to do something nice for me.” Bailey hoped that would stop the flow of questions.

  They tried to ask more questions, but she shut them down at every turn. They eventually realized that she wasn’t going to admit to anything more.

  At the end of the day, Bailey slipped out as soon as she could with the flowers in her arms. After carefully stowing them where they wouldn’t tip in her car—going so far as to buckle them into her front seat—she drove home and dropped everything off, proudly displaying the flowers in the center of the dining room table. That same table that made her blush each time she looked at it as memories of Harry fucking her over it assaulted her.

  She then left again, on a mission to surprise Harry. She called Trinity and found out that he was in the building and didn’t have anything on the schedule that would demand his time. That was perfect for what she had in mind.

  She’d also changed part of her outfit before leaving. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

  After parking, she pushed her way into the reception area and waved at Trinity, but didn’t stop to talk. She glanced in the open offices as she walked to Harry’s, noting that they were empty. She couldn’t tell if they were gone for the day though, which meant they’d definitely have to be quiet. And not quiet like they were the other day, but legitimately quiet while they were together. She was fine with that. It added a different element to everything.

  Harry’s door was cracked when she reached it and she heard the clacking of keys. Hearing nothing else, she assumed he was alone and slipped inside. She shut the door behind herself and locked it, making Harry look up at her in surprise.

  “Hey!” he said, standing so he could walk around the desk and greet her. “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to surprise you at work, return the favor and all that.”

  They embraced and she laid her head on his chest, taking comfort in his arms. They stood there together for several moments before she pulled away and looked up into his eyes.

  “Not that I’m not glad you’re here, but why did you lock the door?” he asked her.

  She bit her lip as she smiled at him. “Well, didn’t you say that one of your fantasies involved something happening in your office?”

  His eyes widened as he understood what she was saying. “Really? That’s why you’re here?”

  She nodded and pushed him so that he would walk backwards. She guided him around his desk to his chair as she said, “Yep. You surprised me earlier today, so I wanted to surprise you back.”

  At his chair, she stopped and pulled his shirt from his pants. “Take your shoes off,” she said as she started to work on the buttons of his shirt. In no time, his shoes were thrown to the side along with the rest of his business attire until he was sitting in his office chair wearing nothing but a smile and his erection.

  She could look at him and tell how excited he was. His eyes were wide and his lips slightly parted. His erection bobbed as she pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in a matching, sheer red bra and panty set, allowing him to see everything they were supposed to cover.

  “Holy shit,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her.

  Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped closer and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips.

  Before he could deepen it, she pulled back and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, eventually kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him as she grasped him at the root. His breathing sped up and his fingers gripped the armrest of his chair.

  Maintaining eye contact, she licked him from bottom to top like she was licking a lollipop before sucking him into her mouth.

  He let out a low groan as his head fell back, breaking their eye contact. She slowly worked him over, steadily building her speed to one that she knew he liked and she could maintain.

  “Shit…” Harry said, making her look up. He was looking at her again, his eyes riveted on what she was doing. “I’m gonna come soon.”

  He twitched in her hand, affirming his words. She released him with a pop and stood, trying not to wince as her knees straightened back out. She’d have to consider an alternative to kneeling on the floor next time.

  She slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them to the side while she reached behind herself to remove her bra.

  “Leave it on,” he said in a rough voice, reaching out to pull her to him.

  She giggled as he pulled her into his lap, helping her arrange her legs comfortably. They finally kissed. It was languid, neither of them in any rush it seemed. He threaded his hands into her hair and pulled, tilting her head more, allowing him to kiss her more deeply.

  One of his hands slipped between them and he pulled away to look down. “Damn, you’re soaking.”

  She laughed lightly. “What can I say? I’ve had all day to think about how I wanted this to go down.”

  He cocked a brow at her. “Oh, really? How is this going to go down?”

  “Well…” She leaned in to kiss him lightly before standing. “I was going to come in here and strip you naked before blowing you within an inch of your life.”

  His erection twitched and she knew he was enjoying her words, so she continued. “Then, I was going to strip down myself and ride you within an inch of your life.”

  His breathing hitched and he licked his lips. “Why don’t you, then?”

  Challenge accepted.

  She turned and moved so she was standing between his legs. She heard the rustle of foil and a ripping sound and realized he was sheathing himself. He placed a guiding hand on her hip and placed himself at her entrance.

  She sat down slightly, just barely putting the tip of him inside her, teasing the two of them.

  Harry groaned in frustration. “Bailey…”

  She bit her lip to stifle her own groan. It was just as torturous for her.

  “God…” she muttered to herself as she sank further down on his shaft, doing only small movements to lengthen their time together.

  Suddenly, both Harry’s hands were on her hips and she was pulled all the way down, Harry completely filling her.

  She gasped at the sensation and clenched around him, drawing a moan from his lips.

  She balanced on his thighs and slowly started to move, using up and down as well as circular movements to bring them both toward an orgasm.

  With Harry’s guidance, she was able to maintain a decent speed. The closer she drew to her orgasm, the more she let Harry control her movements as she wasn’t able to hold herself up or move her pelvis.

  Harry held her up and started thrusting from below, quickly pushing her that last little way into her orgasm. Her walls clamped down and Harry blew out a harsh breath behind her.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he repeated over and over as he continued to thrust until he finally pulled her down and she felt him twitch inside her.

  She collapsed back onto his chest, panting, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin. Once she felt calm enough, she moved to sit up and grimaced as their skin stuck together, making a weird sucking noise as they separated.

  She stood and bent over to grab her discarded underwear. She felt a slap on her ass and stood up quickly, spinning to look at Harry who looked immensely pleased with himself. He was sprawled in his chair, obviously relaxed, with a goofy grin on his face with his semi-hard erection still standing up.

  “Really?” she asked, pulling her panties on.

  He just shrugged. “It was right there. What else was I supposed to do?”

  She rolled her eyes and g
athered his clothes into her hands, throwing them at him before gathering her own and pulling them on.

  Harry pulled the condom off and disposed of it before squirting some hand sanitizer on his hands and rubbing them together. As he dressed, he asked, “Will I see you tonight?”

  “Maybe,” she said, teasing him. “I might have a date with another man.”

  Harry pulled her to him, grasping his hands around her waist. “If you have time for another man, then I’m not doing something right.”

  Bailey laughed and kissed him lightly before pulling away. “Guess you’ll have to stop by and see later.”

  With those words, she left him alone to ponder if she was joking or not, laughing to herself.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Bailey

  Fall had arrived and things were finally cooling down in Gunner Falls. The air was crisp and hinted at cooler weather and hot drinks to stay warm. Bailey had retired her shorts and t-shirts and dug out her jeans, long-sleeved shirts, and jackets. Halloween was quickly approaching and she was enjoying the fall decor on display everywhere she went.

  The whole band, except for Veronica, was gathered at Jax and Harry’s house, sitting around the fire pit the guys had set up in the middle of the patio. The roaring flames were a nice compliment to the cooler evenings. The smell of the burning wood coupled with the cold beer bespoke of autumn evenings with her friends.

  It also allowed her and Harry to snuggle up together in the same chair and not feel like they were melting into one person.

  Grayson shook his head as he said, “I can’t believe that’s what you think. There is absolutely no way that’s true.”

  Jax shrugged and sipped his beer. “You don’t have to believe me, but it’s true.”

  Grayson sputtered. “You’re honestly sitting there, telling me that George Harrison from The Beatles is a better guitarist than Slash?!”

  Bailey bit her lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up inside her. She looked at Jax and saw the ghost of a smile cross his face before his expression smoothed and he continued. “Yep, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Have you heard some of the shit The Beatles put out? There’s some legit riffs in there.”