Sasha’s name is flashing across the screen.
I hesitate for a moment, but since I doubt she will stop calling, I answer.
“Babies!” she screams at me, making me wince.
“Penis,” I reluctantly reply
She howls with laughter. So much for her hangover holding her back.
“Last night was hilarious! Zander said you’re in for New Year’s. Teagan and Joey’s place, seven sharp, and bring something yummy. And no, Harvey’s cock doesn’t count.” She hangs up before I can respond.
I look up to see Harvey is giving me a strange look.
“What?”
“You literally only said the word penis. Interesting conversations you have.”
I snort, realizing how weird that must have sounded. “It was Sasha. Guess we’re invited to Teagan and Joey’s place for New Year’s.”
“Is that okay?”
I shrug. “Not like I had other plans. Do you mind me being there?”
Harvey and I might be moving in some areas at warped speed, but that doesn’t mean situations involving his friends should be an easy assumption.
He is clearly not a sappy, family-orientated guy when it comes to Christmas Day, yet maybe he comes alive on New Year’s. Being cornered into spending it with me might not be what he wants.
“Of course I don’t mind. Though, I can think of more fun things to do besides spending it with my coworkers.”
I roll my eyes. It’s obvious what he is thinking. “Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty certain you can tell I’m sure.” He glances down at his lap, the bulge I felt earlier still there.
I smile, shifting so I’m straddling him, resting my arms over his shoulders while he sets his hands on my hips, keeping me in place.
“You said I was being very touchy-feely today. I have to say, you’re being quite horny.”
“Nix,” he says, sounding exasperated. “You’re sitting on my fucking lap, we both have hard dicks, and to be honest, when it comes to you, I’m always fucking horny.”
I smile, loving the confidence boost. “But this isn’t all it’s about, right?”
So much for my confidence boost.
Damn, why did I have to bring that up now?
“Can we not label this? Can we not overthink things? This feels good. I like you. You like me. What more needs to be said or thought?”
I can accept that for now.
Without saying more, I lean down and kiss him, loving when he takes over.
Harvey seems to always do that, and this is just one of many ways he turns me the fuck on. I have always liked a man who takes charge. Harvey, however, takes it to the next level of hotness.
I grind my hips along his, needing more. And so does Harvey.
I pull away from his lips, moving my hands down to remove his hands off my hips.
“Nix,” Harvey complains. Anything else he planned to say dies on his lips when he watches me slip down onto the floor, knocking his legs wide enough for me to comfortably fit between them.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his head hitting the back of the couch before he shoots back up. “Give me your phone so there are no inter—”
I don’t move to hand over my phone, but I do lean over and unbutton his jeans, removing his pants joltingly down his legs as they get caught underneath him.
“Shoes,” he mutters. I hold his legs still when he moves to take them off with the aid of the bottom of the couch.
“Leave them on,” I suggest, pulling his jeans to rest by his ankles, forcing his feet to stay close together. “Move closer to me,” I command.
Harvey is quick to shove his ass closer to the edge, his knees falling wider apart.
I take him all in.
“Commando today?” I ask, impressed he did such a thing in this weather. I’m all for being spontaneous, but I would usually encourage for another time when every layer matters.
“I was in a rush to get back,” he says, his voice strained.
“You took care of me last night,” I tell him, eyeing his cock that is hardening more before my eyes.
“Yes.” His hips jolt on that one word, his dick coming close to my lips, but I pull away in time, hearing his moan of protest.
“You gave me that god-awful smoothie that made me chuck my guts up.”
“Yes,” is said a little more hesitant this time, his hips staying put, though I feel the shock move over his body when I reach out and wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
“Then you made sure I was okay, kept me hydrated, and showered me when I was too tired to move.”
“Nix, you’re killing me here,” he cries.
I lower my mouth so I’m only an inch away from him, my tongue peeking out to swipe off the pre-come.
“Fuck!”
“I just want to make sure I have all the facts right; make sure I can appreciate you just right,” I tell him, moving my hand so I can lick down his length before I blow warm breath over him.
“Nix! You have five seconds to start this or else—”
I cut him off by swallowing him to the back of my throat, almost choking on all of him. I lick and suck while alternating my hands between holding him still, jerking him off, and fondling his balls.
His moans urge me on, his hips thrusting make me bob faster, and when he reaches down and buries his hands in my hair, moving me in a speed he likes, I focus all my energy into sucking him dry.
“Nix!” Harvey groans, his hands splayed over my head, scratching my scalp with his nails and urging me on.
When I pop my mouth off him, he whimpers. I love seeing him so mindless.
I suck two fingers in my mouth, watching him as his lust-filled eyes watch me. Then I drag him closer to me until his ass is off the edge. He releases my hair to grab the back of the couch when I finally pull his shoes, socks, and pants off.
Now free to lift his legs up, he holds the back of his thighs as I swirl my tongue over his balls, loving the way he curses me while wiggling his ass and teasing me before I still him as I tongue his crease.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Nix!” Harvey shouts, shifting his legs upward and apart to give me better access.
I spear into him, loving how wild he is for me. Usually, I’m at the mercy of my sexual partners. This rush of power is addictive.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m close, Nix,” Harvey pants out.
I move my mouth away from him, and before he can protest, I finger his hole and watch the shudder that races over his body.
“Yes, yes,” he mindlessly moans when I shove one finger inside him, working him before I move the second finger in, hitting his prostate as I lean forward and swallow his dick again, sucking him as my fingers work his ass.
He is thrashing around, his hips driving his dick deeper into my mouth, and then working his ass back down over my fingers.
My own cock is weeping, my hips shifting of their own accord, searching for friction. It’s the sweetest tease. I doubt it will take much to lose it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come … I’m gonna …” The rest of what he says is indecipherable as he shoots into my mouth.
I swallow each and every drop, licking and kissing his dick until he’s soft in my mouth, still working my fingers inside him until his body turns limp.
“Come up here,” he contently demands before grabbing my shirt and pulling me on top of him.
Straddling his hips again, he kisses me long and hard, no doubt tasting himself on my tongue. He moves his hands over my back, heading downward until he slips into my sweats and grabs both ass cheeks, squeezing me.
“I want you to ride my cock right here, right now,” he hisses.
“Fuck yes!” I moan.
My cell phone has other plans.
“No!” Harvey groans, and I’m right there with him.
I’m so fucking close. If Harvey wrapped his warm hand around my cock, I would come all over us both.
I just need something.
But that insistent ri
nging doesn’t stop, and a niggle of fear eats away at my resistance that it’s important.
I can’t ignore my life forever.
“Let’s live off the grid, throw away our phones, and just fuck for the rest of our lives,” Harvey offers.
I give him another quick kiss, incredibly tempted by that offer. Then I lean over toward the coffee table and pick up the cell, still straddling Harvey since I hope this can be over soon so we can get back to where we were.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, seeing the unknown number. “I think it’s Donny.”
“Give me that phone!” Harvey leans forward to take it from me, but I dive to the side of the couch, narrowly missing kneeing him in the junk before I leap off.
I was minutes away from having Harvey fuck me, but now I’m fuming mad and ready to bite Donny’s head off.
“Nix!” Harvey growls, almost falling into the coffee table when his legs get caught by his jeans sprawled on the ground.
“What?” I snap down the line, holding my hand out when Harvey finally stands by me, his own features appearing furious as he waits for me to hand him my phone.
I place the call on speaker and click my watch in case any of this is important enough to record.
“Whoa, someone is a little cranky.” Donny chuckles as if any of this situation is funny.
“Yeah, that tends to happen when you murder an innocent woman, burn down my restaurant, and then burn down Harvey’s office!” I snap.
“Right, well, I do feel bad about your restaurant. I took that too far.”
“You’re sorry about the restaurant? What about Lola? What the fuck did she do to you?”
Donny sighs as if I’m being impossible. “That bitch wasn’t a good person. And she was a convenient message, not that you fucking read it. If I told your father what happened yesterday at the meeting you ditched, he would have had your boyfriend’s head on a stick by this morning,” Donny angrily growls.
Is he really expecting me to be grateful?
“I’m not going to any meetings with you.”
“So, you don’t care what happens to that fucker, then?”
“You said he was a dead man walking. What does it matter what I do if you just plan to kill him, anyway?” I snap.
Harvey winces at my casual speaking of his death.
I can tell I have stumped Donny by the way he’s silent for a while. He’s recalibrating this phone call.
“You’re right; he is a dead man walking. But you have plenty of other people who don’t need to die over this.”
My anger reaches boiling point.
“So that’s what you are? Just a murderer doing my dad’s dirty work?”
“I do what’s necessary. This won’t be my life forever,” he growls.
I scoff, finding no humor in his words. “How can you even live knowing the shit that’s on your conscience?”
“I sleep just fine, Nix,” he coos.
My free hand fists as I imagine pummeling it into his face. “Whatever else you decide to do to me or my friends is on you. I’m not changing my mind. I’m sick of this game.”
“This is not a fucking game!” he screams.
“No, it’s not, but you’re acting like some spoiled kid who didn’t get his way and is throwing a tantrum. I’m not doing this anymore. Stop calling me. Stop …” I try to think of what I want to say, but I run out of steam. “Just stop.”
“He’s not good enough for you,” Donny states.
I don’t answer. Harvey steps up and steals my phone out of my hand.
“No, you’re not good enough for him. You murder innocent people, you intimidate to get your own way, and you use fear to give you power. You bring nothing to him. But I protect him, I make him happy, and I will make sure scum like you don’t ever get near him again. You can fuck off, you worthless piece of shit.”
My mouth gapes wide at Harvey’s impassioned speech.
Does he really feel that way?
“You are dead. I will end you. Your life is—”
“Say whatever you want, but I. Am. Coming. For. You.” Harvey ends the call, his chest rising and falling fast as he drops my phone heavily onto the coffee table then immediately begins pacing.
“Well, I guess we just pissed off a very angry bear,” I say, worried we went over the top.
I rejected him on Christmas Eve, and Lola was killed the very next day.
I ignored his call, and he burned down my restaurant and Harvey’s office.
What should we expect this time?
“I’m not afraid of him!” Harvey barks.
“Maybe you should be.”
Harvey’s phone piercingly rings from his jeans pocket. I look down to see he’s pulled his pants up, but left them open.
Fuck, this was going to be a fun afternoon and now Donny has well and truly killed the mood.
“What?” Harvey snaps into his phone. His pursed lips don’t do much to tell me what is being said on the other end. “On my way now.” He hangs up and glances over to me, quickly doing his pants up as he moves closer.
“What happened?” Could Donny have acted already?
“Anthony Vincent just had some interesting guests. Declan and Zander are there now. They want me with them.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“No,” he assures me. I’m not sure he would tell me if it weren’t true.
“How long will you be?”
“Probably a while.”
“I should … I should go back to my place.” I try to piece my splintering thoughts together.
We just pissed Donny off, and now Harvey is leaving? Is that really a good idea?
“No,” he quickly shoots down, resting his hands on my shoulders, creeping them closer until he’s close to my neck. “What I mean is, I’d like you to stay.”
“I’ve been here long enough. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” Not that the central heating and warm body that comes with this apartment doesn’t make me want to stay.
“You’re not.”
“I don’t even have stuff here.”
“So use my stuff. Please?”
Harvey is begging me.
My hard-on suffered a blow of the unfavorable kind from having Donny interrupt us, but I can still taste Harvey on my lips. I still want him, and a big part of me doesn’t want to leave.
Why should I? I’m not going to let Donny dictate my life.
“Okay.”
He gives me a relieved smile before he cups my face and gives me a quick kiss. “We have unfinished business. Sleep naked,” he calls out from over his shoulder as he rushes out the door, grabbing his shirt and jacket as he goes.
Once the front door slams shut, I move over to lock it.
“Fuck,” I grumble, collapsing on the couch and hoping Donny doesn’t cause more trouble for us.
I don’t believe that delusional hope.
There is going to be pain and suffering in our future, I just know it.
Chapter 18
The remainder of the week goes by quickly.
We find out Donny meets with a judge, who then later signs off on Dad remaining in a minimum-security prison until he is moved on January fifth. We can’t figure out what some of the previous meetings mean in terms of the big picture, yet it doesn’t take a genius to know this obviously has something to do with Dad being in prison. Chances are, if something is going to happen, it’s likely going to be before then.
A small, nagging part of me questions if this does have anything to do with Dad being in prison? What if he has something else planned? What if Donny has something else planned? He insinuated he would be in charge soon, that things would be changing because of that.
Not knowing what is going on is seriously driving me insane.
Anthony Vincent, the crime boss Donny met with a few days earlier, met with three other gangs. He gave them each fifty grand to cause some chaos.
Zander has been in contact with the police, but until there is more solid eviden
ce, or an idea of a plan, there isn’t much they can do. They have also heard chatter on their end of something going down, but all they can do is keep monitoring it and up security where they think targets might be.
Donny hasn’t tried to contact me again. I’m hoping that’s a good thing. Plus, no one has been hurt since.
I have been in contact with Mom and explained some of what is going on, including the damage to my restaurant and the connection to Dad, but I left out Lola being murdered. It was hard enough to keep her from coming back for me before, but if she knew there had been a murder, she would likely kidnap me in the middle of the night. Then I would never return to Chicago.
I glance back down at my watch, wondering if there is still a point in me keeping it since I’m not likely to be in on any other meetings. I feel useless, and with no restaurant to keep me busy, I have actually been voluntarily hanging out with Scarlett. We even had a movie marathon at Harvey’s place just the other day. Apparently, I’m seriously lacking in pop culture knowledge. Despite that, it was a lot of fun, and again, I’m not sure when was the last time I spent a night just relaxing and hanging out with a friend.
Mom kept telling me that I needed to meet someone special, and I thought it was because she expected them to take up my first priority, instead of the restaurant. Now I’m wondering if it wasn’t just because I see that this stuff is important, too.
Laughing and smiling is important.
Putting your feet up and vegging out is important.
Love is important.
I thought I would need to give something up to be in a relationship, but maybe it isn’t about that. Maybe it’s about what I would gain.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard over there,” Harvey comments, and I realize we are parked out front of a nice-looking house. This must be Joey and Teagan’s.
We are close to the Navy Pier. I’m told the plan is to watch the fireworks from the backyard.
“I am.”
“About something good, or something bad?”
He’s likely referring to Lola. I started having nightmares about her and Harvey.
“Something good. I’m just thinking about us.”
He smiles, leaning back against the car seat. “Tell me more.”
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