by Evan Grace
Her cries and the way she jerks her hips tell me she loves what I’m doing. I stiffen my tongue, then thrust it inside her tight channel. She moans as I begin to fuck her. She’s so close to coming, and she’s so wet her arousal is all over my chin, but I don’t care. I pull back before pushing one finger inside her.
Harley begins grinding against my hand, and it’s so fucking sexy. “Undo your top.” I barely recognize my own voice. I watch as she reaches behind her neck and then slowly pulls the top down until her breasts are exposed.
Her pink nipples harden immediately and I lean over her—she still has a grip on my hair, and it tightens as I suck one nipple into my mouth. Harley lets out a surprised cry as she begins coming. Fuck, she’s squeezing my finger, and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel when she squeezes my cock.
I ease her down slowly from her orgasm and release her nipple with a pop. I pull my finger out of her and suck it into my mouth. She tastes tangy and sweet, and once my finger is clean I lean up and she pulls me to her mouth.
Our kiss is hungry, intense, and my cock is aching—begging to be inside her. I break our kiss. “Hold onto me.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.
With ease I stand up with her wrapped around me and carry her up the stairs, tossing her onto my big-ass bed. I love the way her tits jiggle as she bounces on the mattress, but what I love best is the sound of her laughter.
Even before Becky became the bitch that she was, she never laughed…she never joked around. All we seemed to do was fuck and fight, and toward the end it was more of the latter. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
I head into my bathroom, grab a wet washcloth, and quickly wipe myself off from when I came in my swim trunks. My dick is so hard right now, I decide to just strip out of them, turn off the bathroom light, and step back into my bedroom. Harley’s eyes stay on me as I crawl onto the bed.
She pushes up and holds out her hand to stop me. “Lie on your back?” I raise my brow. Harley looks down at my cock, and I swear she licks her fucking lips. My dick loves it, and jerks. “I-I want to taste you.” I flip onto my back, and Harley wastes no time climbing on top of me.
She sits on my stomach and looks down at me. “I’m not usually so forward.” Harley bends down until we’re chest to chest. “You’re such a beautiful man, Jack.” Her thumb strokes back and forth across my lower lip.
I don’t even know what to say. It’s the sweetest fucking thing someone’s ever said to me. I pull her to me, kissing her lips harder than I intended to, but she just moans and sinks into it. Harley pulls away first and begins kissing her way down my body.
I groan as she sucks and nips at my nipple, and then she moves to the other. She shimmies down my body, kissing and licking a path straight to my cock. When Harley reaches the scars on my hip, she kisses each and every one of the pale lines. The scars are ugly, but then again the bullet did a lot of damage.
Shit, I was told I’d walk with a limp for the rest of my life, but I powered through painful rehab and have kept myself strong and fit. Now I’m in better shape than when I was in my early thirties.
I groan as she continues to trace my scar and wraps her free hand around my dick, pumping it slowly. When she’s done kissing my scar, she holds my dick so it stands straight up and leans forward, wasting no time swallowing my cock down.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I moan.
Her hair is half in and half out of the knot on top of her head, and I grab it in my fists. Her head bobs up and down and I swear I’m going to come really, really soon. “Fuck, you know how to suck cock.” Her moans vibrate around my shaft. “Baby, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Harley increases her efforts, and in an embarrassingly short amount of time I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. “Pull back unless you’re going to swallow me down.”
I swear she sucks harder, and I thrust up as I begin to shoot my cum down her throat. I feel it as she swallows me down and groans.
As soon as my softening cock slips from her mouth, I pull her up and on top of me. I kiss her lips, not even giving a shit that I just came in her mouth. I roll us until we’re both on our sides and chest to chest. Neither of us says anything, and I watch her watching her fingers trace the tattoo on my chest; it’s a Celtic knot that means father and daughter.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” I tell her quietly.
Harley kisses my chest and whispers back, “I am too.”
“How about this…we get dressed—and by that I mean you in panties and one of my t-shirts—and then we go downstairs and have dessert.” I hate to say after coming twice I’m going to need a little bit of time to recover.
“Mmmm…some dessert sounds good.”
I climb out of bed and slip on a pair of basketball shorts. Off the chair in the corner I grab her the t-shirt I was wearing earlier. I don’t know what it is, but the thought of her in my shirt gets me hard—well, semi-hard for right now. “Come here, baby.” Harley climbs off the bed and walks toward me. “Lift your arms.”
She does what I ask and I slip it over her head. It hits her mid-thigh and looks sexy as fuck. I grab her hand and drag her downstairs with me. I have her sit at the breakfast bar while I pull the brownies Delilah made out of the refrigerator.
After cutting a couple of pieces and placing them in bowls, I stick them in the microwave. While they heat up, I grab the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. I scoop ice cream onto the brownies and pour chocolate sauce on top.
I bring them around and sit next to Harley. “Oh my God, that looks amazing.”
“You can thank Del for this. She thought you might like something sweet.” My daughter, Miss Matchmaker…the minute she figured out that I was into Harley, she became my biggest cheerleader.
I know Becky did a number on both of us, and because of that I’ve shied away from relationships or real intimacy. The older Del got the more worried I was that she’d have issues—granted, after Charlie’s birth she struggled, but that stemmed more from the events that occurred prior to my little nugget’s birth.
I’m still not sure I’m “relationship material,” but I want to try—at least with Harley I do. A moan from her has me turning and watching her bite into a huge wad of ice cream and brownie. Now….my dick’s hard again.
“What?” she says with her mouth full.
I lean forward, licking the drizzle of chocolate syrup off of her lips. I pull back and see that Harley’s eyes are glazed over. “You had some chocolate on your lip.”
“Oh…you do too,” she says right before her chocolate-covered finger paints my lips. Before I can say anything, Harley is licking the syrup off. She leans back and smiles at me.
I raise my brow. “Did you get it all?”
She shrugs. “Maybe.” Harley goes back to eating her dessert, and I dig into mine.
When we finish our ice cream, I make us some coffee and we snuggle up in the family room. We drink our coffee and put in Remember the Titans. Once we finish our coffee, I lie with my back against the cushions and Harley tucked into my front.
By the time the movie is over, she’s out like a light. I carefully climb off the sectional and then scoop her up into my arms. She doesn’t even budge as I carry her upstairs. I gently lay her down, and then head into the bathroom. I freeze because I have a dried chocolate ring around my lips.
I shake my head and smile. This woman is doing crazy things to me already. I can only imagine what it’s going to be like if this goes how I want it to. I can only hope that I don’t fuck it up—because there is a possibility that could happen.
With that thought, I crawl into bed with her, pull her into my arms, and immediately fall asleep.
Chapter Nine
Harley
I open my eyes and sigh. That sun is sure bright today, I think as I roll over and burrow further into the covers. My eyes pop open because I realize I’m not in my bed—I’m in Jack’s. Last night had been one of the best d
ates in my whole life. I still can’t believe that we did all that naughty stuff last night.
I wouldn’t say that I’m very experienced sexually, but the oral he gave me last night was the best I’ve ever had. Guys like Jack probably have lots of lady friends, and I hope when I gave him a blowjob I didn’t embarrass myself. He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and definitely bigger than the other guys I was with.
I’m shocked that Jack didn’t fuck me with it last night…I wanted him to—God, I wanted him to. After his blowjob I swore he was going to want to be inside me, but instead we went downstairs, ate dessert, and then snuggled on his huge sectional. I hate that I fell asleep, but snuggling up to him after a couple of awesome orgasms and chocolate made it easy for me to pass out.
I climb out of Jack’s bed and grab my brush, face wash, and toothbrush. In his bathroom I take care of business and, still dressed in his t-shirt, I head downstairs. The scent of bacon hits me as soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
A rock song can be heard as soon as I step into the kitchen. Jack’s got his back to me and I take in the beauty that is his body. His shoulders are broad, and my eyes travel down to his narrow waist. His basketball shorts hang low on hips.
Jack turns as I step farther into the room. “Morning, baby.” Ohh…I like that. “Come here.” I take his offered hand and let him pull me into a hug. I lift my lips to him and expect just a quick peck, but instead he kisses me deeply. Our tongues lightly duel before he pulls away. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept really, really well. I’m sorry I fell asleep on you last night.” Jack pours me a cup of coffee and grabs the creamer for me. I pour a healthy dose into my cup and then lean against the counter, taking a sip.
“That’s okay. I only stayed up until the movie was over. Oh, and thanks for not telling me I still had a ring of chocolate around my lips.” He shakes his head.
I, of course, burst into laughter.
“Oh, you think it’s funny?” I nod, and he grabs me around the waist. I squeal and try to get away from him, but his grip is strong.
Jack bites me where my neck and shoulder meet, and I do a full body shudder. He kisses me, and then releases me. “What can I do to help?” I ask.
“If you want to crack some eggs and get them ready for scrambling, that’d be great.” I do as he asks and grab the carton.
Once that’s all done, we sit together at the breakfast bar and dig in. “This is delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We’re quiet while we both eat, and when we finish I start cleaning up, but he stops me. I turn to him. “What are your plans for the day?” Oh God, did that sound too needy, or like I expect him to spend the day with me?
“Workout, and then I thought about offering to babysit so Delilah and Reece could have a night out.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. “What about you?”
“I need to write for a little bit and do some other stuff, and that’s it.”
“Well, why don’t you come over tonight while I’m babysitting and we’ll order pizza, unless that doesn’t sound appealing to you.”
“That sounds really good, actually.” Not wanting to wear out my welcome, I say, “I think I’m going to head home so I can get some writing done.” I head upstairs and change into my clothes I brought to wear home. I stuff my outfit from the day before into my bag.
I throw it over my shoulder and Jack meets me at the bottom of the stairs. “I had a really good time last night.” That makes me extremely happy, but I conceal it the best I can. As much as I like Jack, he’s got “heartbreak” written all over him. It’d be best if I kept somewhat of a distance from him, but I’ll do that tomorrow.
“I did too, Jack. Thank you for having me.” He walks me to the door and we share one more intense kiss before I walk in a euphoric daze to my car.
“I’ll text you when I plan on being next door.”
I turn. “My bed isn’t as big as yours, but you’re welcome to stay tonight.”
Jack gives me a smile and nods. “Okay.”
He watches me from the door and gives me a hand flick as I pull away.
All the way home I smile, and I know that I’m in big, big trouble with that man. But I just can’t drum up enough of a reason to care.
***
My fingers fly over the keyboard as I work on finishing this chapter of my newest book. I wasn’t sure where this story was going, but when I got home and sat down, the words just began to flow. I finish the chapter I’m working on and save the document.
I stand up and do some stretches. My body always gets stiff after a major marathon writing session. I head into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of iced tea and grab a banana. Back in my office, I pull up my emails and shoot a quick one to my editor, letting her know that I’m on schedule.
I go through the rest of my emails and I see a familiar name. I swear I feel my blood pressure rise. I almost just want to delete it, but morbid curiosity has me pull it up.
Ms. Steele,
I hope you received my gift. If you threw them in the trash, then that’s exactly where they belong. Don’t forget God will punish you, and if you’re not careful, so will I.
Colossians 3:25: For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.
Yours in Jesus,
Martha
I move the cursor over the reply button. I know I shouldn’t click on it, and that’s what everyone has told me, but this is bordering on threatening and has me kind of spooked. I decide not to because I know that I could piss this person off even more, and they already seem plenty pissed at me.
Maybe I should print it out so Jack can look at it. I know he wanted me to tell him if I got emailed again, but I don’t want to burden him with this. Ugh…what to do, what to do?
I decide to save it for now, and maybe I’ll talk to him later. I save the email in a folder I mark,
“Stuff for Jack.”
I make my way into the kitchen and whip up a quick sandwich. I lean against the counter while I eat. Once I finish, I grab Fifty out of his cage and lay out some greens for him. While he munches on it, I clean out his cage and give him fresh food and water.
Once that’s done I put his leash on him and take him outside to hop around the yard. I wrap his leash around my wrist so he doesn’t jump away and he’s not far from me while I pull weeds in my flower beds.
“Hey, Harley.” I turn and see Delilah standing at the entrance to the backyard.
I stand up and wipe my hands off on my shorts. I bend down and pick Fifty up in my arms. I’ve never seen someone who has that beautiful pregnancy glow, but she’s radiant. I’ve never seen her mom, but I’ve seen Jack so it’s no surprise that she’s gorgeous. It’s almost a little intimidating.
“Hi, Del. How are you?” Every time I see her, her little baby bump gets bigger and bigger. “You look great.”
She strokes a hand over her belly. “Thanks. I swear I’m bigger than with either of the other kids. Of course I wasn’t planning on this one, but we love surprises in this family.” Delilah picks up Fifty out of my hands, snuggling him to her chest. “My dad’s watching the kids for us tonight. He says that you’re coming over to help.”
My face heats up and I look anywhere but at Delilah. I turn back to her when she places her hand on my arm. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She says the last bit softly, almost to herself.
“It’s seriously okay. You didn’t…I’m just worried because what if things don’t work out? I’d hate to lose you as a friend. To be honest I don’t have many friends, and I don’t want to lose that.”
I hate admitting that, but there’s no sense in lying about it. For as long as I’ve known Delilah and Reece I haven’t had people over, and I hang out with them and their friends.
“I promise you that no matter what happens with him, you will always be my friend.” She sets Fifty
down and wraps her arms around me. “I mean it, okay?”
I nod. “Thank you for that.”
We talk for a few more minutes before she walks back over to her house. I pick up Fifty, carry him inside, and put him in his cage. In my bedroom, I pull out some clean clothes and take a shower.
After I’m finished I throw on my black jogging shorts and an old Britney Spears t-shirt. I decide to go makeup free and blow dry my hair before putting it in a high ponytail.
I head into the living room and peek out the front window; I see Jack’s truck, but instead of it being in Reece and Del’s driveway, it’s in mine.
There’s something about seeing his truck parked in my driveway, but I push it away. I have to remind myself that eventually everyone leaves me. Ugh, how could I let myself forget that? I was blinded by a few really amazing orgasms.
I flop down on the couch and sigh. Now I want to just sit here and pout, but I don’t—instead I stand up and shake off the melancholy. In the kitchen I pour myself half a glass of wine, but pour it back into the bottle.
I grab a Coke Zero out of the refrigerator, grab my keys, and then head next door.
***
I close the book in my hand and smile down at the sleeping princess snuggled up next to me. Tonight has been such a good night, and my pity party ended immediately. Charlie immediately had me build her a fort that we sat in while we watched Disney movie after Disney movie.
Poor little Jackson tried getting in it with us, but Charlie would shout, “No boys” and chase him out. She finally let him in when Jack crawled in with him. After the fort and movies, we had pizza together.
For a brief moment I could picture in my head that this could be Jack and I with our children. Yes, I know that’s jumping the gun, but a girl can dream, can’t she? After we ate, I washed both kids up while Jack straightened the kitchen.