Healed by You

by Christy Pastore

  WHEN I CAME BACK upstairs to the bedroom, Harlow was nowhere to be found. I walked towards the bathroom stopping short of the door realizing she might be on the other side. Instead, I went back downstairs to the kitchen and was caught off guard at the sight of Harlow standing there wearing only a pair of black cotton panties and nothing else. Her back was to me, and her hair was piled up into a knot. Although I loved seeing the slope of her neck, I preferred when she wore her hair down, something about her long copper colored strands begged to be pulled and wrapped around my fist.

  My eyes travelled down her back, pausing a moment at her perfectly sculpted ass. She rolled up to the balls of her feet and that drew my attention to her legs and those shapely calves. All those weeks, I’d waited much too long to have my hands on her body. Last night hadn’t been enough, it wasn’t near enough.

  Patience flew out the window. Taking hurried steps across the wood floor to reach her, I needed to taste her, wanting to feel her skin in my hands.

  My hand slipped between the fabric and her skin easing her panties down over the swell of her ass. She sucked in a breath, as a shiver raced over her body. Harlow gripped the edge of the counter when I pushed my fingers inside her, moving them in and out.

  My hand wrapped around the base of her throat, pulling her mouth towards mine. I kissed her as hard as I fucked her with my fingers. Our tongues thrashed together, and she arched further into my touch.

  “Oh my God, Grady,” she moaned.

  I wanted to hear my name on her lips, just like that for the rest of my days. Curling my fingers inside her, I felt her walls begin to surge and contract.

  “Yes, yes, don’t stop.” Her palms slapped against the counter when her final release arrived. Moans and curses bounced off the walls as Harlow rode my hand clinging to her orgasm.

  “I’m not even close to stopping with you.”

  She turned to face me, and I gripped her panties sliding them back up and over her ass. A lazy smile crossed her lips, as she leaned against the counter.

  “Take your hair down.”

  She reached up pulling the holder from her hair. Her silky strands fell in a sexy tangle around her shoulders. Harlow roped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer for a kiss. With our bodies pressed tightly together, I lifted her off the ground and she coiled her legs around my waist. Palming her ass, she flexed against my erection.

  Harlow groaned at the contact, the sensation sparking between us was palpable, but I wasn’t about to have a quick fuck in the kitchen. Wasting no time, I carried her back up the stairs and down the hallway.

  With her hands sliding into my hair and her tongue gliding against mine, it was a miracle I’d made it up the flight of stairs to the bedroom. Setting her feet to the ground, her nails scraped down my back sending a fine tremor of pleasure winding through me, touching every nerve in my body. I lifted my hands to her face, and kissed her, pouring into it everything I had—weeks’ worth of emotion.

  “Grady,” she sighed, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

  “Do you always walk around topless?” I asked, palming her tits in my hands.

  Her lips pulled into a tiny smile. “Every other Sunday, sometimes on Thursdays, and definitely on holidays.”

  “Damn, guess I just caught you on a rare occasion.”

  I kissed across her chest licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned, and her nails scraped across my scalp.

  “It was a special occasion, to seduce you.”

  Laughing, I tipped my face to meet hers. “Your plan worked. I’m under your spell.”

  Her palms smoothed over my shoulders and down my chest. “I’ve had this fantasy . . .” Her hazel eyes twinkling deviously.

  I cocked a brow. “A fantasy, tell me more.”

  Harlow gripped the hem of my t-shirt pulling it up over my stomach.

  “Well,” she whispered. “It’s you, and then there’s me and we’re on a beach.”

  I tugged my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the floor. The two of us on a beach—outside. In public. This was a woman after my own filthy desires. If this fantasy was half as dirty as the ones I’d been conjuring in my head . . . fuck, the thought of her thinking of me and thinking naughty was enough.

  “I had this fantasy that you and I were on a location shoot in the Caribbean . . .”

  The words rolled off her tongue with a heated rasp. I nipped and kissed her skin, breathing in the lavender scent that lingered. I kissed her everywhere I could reach without dropping to my knees. At my height of six foot she was two inches shorter than me.

  “During the shoot, we remained completely professional but when the cameras stopped rolling. That’s when you and I would, well, you get the gist.”

  “I don’t want the gist, woman, I want every dirty detail or I can just make up some stuff and you can tell me if I’m making your fantasy come true. I’m up for the challenge either way.”

  “I like the sound of that, surprise me.”

  I pulled her panties to the side probing my fingers against her, dragging the slickness up and over her ass and then slipping my finger inside her. “I want you to come all over my cock, beautiful.”

  In a blur of movements, I had us stripped out of what little clothing we were both wearing and dragged her up the middle of my bed. Possessiveness took hold, and I pinned her beneath me. My tongue traced her nipple as her nails scraped up my back. Her flavor filled my senses while my teeth nipped over her skin.

  I pushed up and stared down at her for a moment. “You are so beautiful.” And it was the moment I’d been fantasizing about—all those auburn waves fanned out over pillows and it was better than I fucking imagined.

  My fingers thrust deep inside her, pumping in and out. “Oh God, Grady. Oh God. Oh God.”

  I twisted my fingers, hitting all the right spots. On a cry of my name, her hips shot up off the bed. I wanted all her screams. I wanted all her moans. I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could see straight. My hand flew to the nightstand where I grabbed the condoms I put there last night. Yeah, I was a man with a plan.

  “Fucking you now, beautiful,” I said as I rolled the condom down my shaft.

  I spread her legs wide, nudging her wet center, teasing her with the tip of my cock before slamming into her, giving her the fucking of her life. I’d taken my time with her last night but now I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside Harlow.

  “Fuck, yes. Yes!”

  Her nails dug into my biceps as I pounded into her. “Grady. Oh my God. Grady!”

  Harlow chanted my name over and over making me feel like a king, a god even. I kissed her neck, nibbling that soft spot under her ear.

  “Please, oh, don’t stop.”

  My hands gripped her hips as I drove into her unleashing everything I had, giving her exactly what she needed. Fuck. She felt so fucking good. An orgasm stirred at the base of my spine. Her walls tightened around my cock and I knew that she was close too.

  “Harlow, let go, sweetheart.”

  My name spilled from her lips on a long moan. I tilted my hips towards her clit going deeper. The spasms of her orgasm rippled around my cock.

  “Grady, yes,” she whimpered, her body jerking beneath me. My hips rolled against her, and she rocked against me in response. My orgasm erupted taking us both over edge—her again.

  “Holy fuck, you’re amazing,” she said, trying to regain her breathing.

  I leaned down pressing my chest to hers, my cock still pulsing inside her body. She pulled my face to hers for a long slow kiss.

  “Yeah, we’re definitely doing that again.”

  A warm lazy smile appeared on her lips. She was perfect—undeniably sexy. I disentangled our bodies, and rolled out of the bed to discard the condom.

  “Yeah, I think I’d like to do that again,” she said, rolling onto her stomach. I watched as she shoved a hand through her hair sliding it all to one side.

  I eyed her, trying to get a read on what s
he wanted. Just sex? We had chemistry, that was clear, but I wasn’t going to push her into anything she didn’t want.

  Leaning down, I pressed my fists to the bed. “You want to go again right now, sweetheart? I’m game.”

  Harlow rolled up to her knees, dragging the sheet across her body. My eyes met hers, when her fingers slid through my chest hair. “Maybe, but first let’s chat about this arrangement you mentioned before.”

  “You’re considering being my fake girlfriend. The sex sealed the deal, huh?”

  Ignoring my question, she asked one of her own. “What should the rules . . . terms be?”

  Rule one, you only fuck me.

  “I think the terms should be simple. Attend events together. A few date nights or days, causal encounters like coffee shop dates, trips to the farmers’ market or working out. Trips like this, I think the Caribbean is a must. And you’re definitely going to be my date for Ronan Connolly’s wedding in August.”

  That sated smile returned to her lips. “Do you really think we could convince people that we’re in a relationship?”

  “After what we just did, I don’t see how it’s not possible. We have chemistry, Harlow.”

  “And you’re a good actor.”

  “Just good?” I joked, climbing back onto the bed, and dragging Harlow down with me. “I don’t believe I’ll have to do any acting with you.”

  Where Harlow was concerned, this wasn’t an act. Although, I wasn’t completely sure what I was doing, but for now I didn’t need to have the entire plan rolled out. My fingers mapped along the curve of her hip. What I did know, is that I didn’t want to move from this spot—maybe for the rest of the summer.

  THE EARLY EVENING SKY was a glowing mixture of gold and pink. The warm breeze whipped over my skin as Grady wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer. Heat spread everywhere, sliding through my veins igniting my deep need for him. He looked incredibly sexy wearing a black tuxedo with a white bowtie.

  We smiled for the cameras, and the two of us waved to the crowd as we posed for photos on the red carpet before the charity dinner. We talked and laughed all the way down the press line. Nothing about this felt staged, forced, or the slightest bit awkward. Nervous, sure.

  “Harlow, who are you wearing?”

  I smiled at the reporter. “This is a custom Charlotte Ricchetti design and the strappy heels are Sergio Rossi. The jewels are my own.”

  She gazed at my diamond earrings. “A gift from your date?”

  I laughed. “Nope, these belonged to my mother.”

  “Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?” Grady whispered into my hair, sweeping me down the line. “This sheer gown is inspiring illicit thoughts.”

  Keeping my eyes forward, I answered, “A few times, but you can tell me again.”

  “Grady, are you and Harlow dating?” someone from the crowd shouted.

  “Yes, do you want to confirm the rumors that Harlow is the mystery woman?” another voice called out.

  Grady chuckled. “You mean the rumors that you guys started?”

  That earned him a generous laugh from the crowd. When Grady looked at me, I couldn’t contain my smile. He owned the red carpet, and commanded the attention of every single woman here.

  “That’s a perfect answer,” he said. “We don’t need to say anything, yet.”

  I nodded in agreement, as we walked into the ballroom. Large wooden poles adorned with a flowing assortment of greenery and white flowers were anchored all around the room. White candles in tiny vases hung off the branches. It reminded me of an outdoor restaurant in the French Riviera.

  My gaze stopped on a woman in a silver gown, she looked exactly like the woman I’d seen on my father’s arm at the polo match. As I scanned the crowd, dread wound its way through me at the thought of my father being here in the same room as Grady and me.

  A tall man with jet black hair and green eyes approached us with a curvaceous blonde in a single-shoulder red gown on his arm. “What are you doing all the way over here, James?” he asked, jutting his broad chin. “The roulette tables are way over there.”

  “No worries, I plan to drop a sizeable donation later,” Grady assured as he slapped the man’s shoulder.

  “Are we going to raise a ton of money tonight or what?”

  “I have a good feeling that we will exceed last year’s total.” Grady grasped my hand. “Ridge, you remember Harlow.

  We exchanged hellos, and then Ridge smiled gesturing towards the blonde sipping champagne. “This is Marcy.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s actually Marni,” she corrected. “Ridge and I met the other evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

  Ridge whispered something into her ear and a slow smiled appeared on her glossy pink lips. “Catch you later, James, the roulette table awaits.”

  As we walked through the enormous space, Grady’s arm left my waist for a moment to shake someone’s hand then returned. He leaned in kissing me on the lips. Cheers erupted from the black jack table, effectively breaking our moment.

  He smiled at me in the dim light. “Walk with me.”

  Grady led me through a darkened hallway and up a grand staircase. When my foot hit the last step, he pushed my back up against a wall. It was much darker up here, only tea lights atop a few cocktail tables lit up the space. Slipping his hand underneath the slit at the side of my gown, his fingers drew circles on my thighs. “I want to fuck you here.” His fingers dipped lower, pushing my thong aside, and finding me completely wet.

  “But, what about dinner?”

  “Personally, I don’t give a fuck about food.” He glanced at his watch. “However, we have twenty-three minutes.”

  “You can fuck me in twenty-three minutes?”

  He cocked a brow. “That’s plenty of time to give you a mind-blowing orgasm, cleanup, and then grab a drink.”

  His finger eased into my pussy, teasing me with a tantalizing rhythm. “Show me what you got Mr. James.”

  “Your pussy is so wet. Is this all for me?”

  I heard myself moan, a little too loudly, but with the way he was stroking me I could care less. It was too good. “Yes, all for you, Grady.”

  “Good answer. Fuck me, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my cock again,” he rasped, fisting his hand into my hair.

  “Take my cock out, now, Harlow. I need to fuck you. Condom is in the left pocket inside my jacket.”

  I reached inside his jacket and took out the condom. Lost in a haze of lust, my hands fumbled with his zipper. His hands cupped my face, as I ripped open the foil packet with my teeth.

  “Now, Harlow, put me inside you.”

  This display confirmed that the rumors about Grady loving public sex were in fact true. His hands palmed my ass, as he kissed his way up my neck. I pushed to my tiptoes, positioning him at my center. He was thick, and hard—perfect. I nearly lost my mind when my thumb brushed against my clit as I sank onto his cock.

  “You feel incredible,” he said, his words were deep and seductive. “Do you feel that?”

  As he fucked me slowly, lighting up every cell in my body, I kissed him deeply, our tongues finding one another over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders when he picked up the pace, our movements hurried and unapologetic.

  “Oh yes, fuck me.”

  Grady had awakened my senses and stirred my soul. It was crazy how much I enjoyed that. My hips jerked, seeking more contact. More. Deeper. Harder.

  “Please, I need . . . need . . .”

  “I know exactly what you need,” he said, picking up the pace.

  Everything tightened and coiled and I knew that I was close. It didn’t take much because his fingers were right there sending me soaring off into oblivion. I wanted to scream, but all could do was moan into his shoulder, muffling the sounds of my orgasm as Grady pounded into me unleashing his own orgasm.

  “Did you enjoy that, Harlow?” His lips found mine once more kissing me, his fingertips whispered up a
nd down my back. “I know you loved that, and I want to hear that dirty little mouth admit it.”

  “Yes,” I murmured against his lips.

  “And you wanted me to fuck you here like this, didn’t you?” he asked, his teeth scraped across my neck sending hot trails of fire pricking over my skin.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “I wanted you to fuck me.”

  “Good.”

  The evening faded and the room had thinned from triple digits to doubles. Dinner was full of conversations about tonight’s cause and the dozens more that filled the calendars of our philanthropic table companions.

  I’d talked to a few women about my website and they all seemed pretty excited to check it out. There were one or two eye rolls at the mention of my career as a Lifestyle Blogger. One woman even offered to write a few guest posts if I ever needed content.

  “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice thick and quiet. Our feet moved in a small circle, our bodies swaying in time with the beat of the country song playing. The words, “hit me like a hurricane” piped through the sound system and I couldn’t help but think how true those words reflected our situation.

  “Just wondering what will happen when our photos are splashed online later.”

  Pulling back, his blue eyes searched my face. “Are you having second thoughts? If you are, that’s okay.”

  “No, not at all. Call it a general wondering.”

  He smiled. “What else do you wonder about?”

  “Do you have a sex tape?”

  “Not to my knowledge.” He shook his head. “Why do you ask?”

  My hands smoothed down the front of his jacket over his muscular chest. “Just wanted to know if there was any downside to being your fake girlfriend. Assessing any potential scandals.”

  “That’s fair. So, what dark secrets are you keeping, Harlow?” His thumbs stroked lazy circles against my back. “Do you have a sex tape?”

  “No, the thought of someone hacking into my phone creeps me out, not that it matters anyway the whole world has seen most of my body.”

  “I get it. It’s one thing when you’re on the runway or at an editorial shoot. You’ve consented to the job. It’s another thing altogether when someone invades your privacy.”