Heath

by Nikki Ash

  “Lie back, mustang girl,” he says playfully.

  I fall back on the pillows and watch him as he unbuttons my jeans. He efficiently undresses the rest of me. When he leaves my pink knee-high socks on, I lift my brows, trying to ignore the nerves flitting through me.

  “I heard leaving socks on during sex was extremely unsexy,” I whisper. My voice shakes and it embarrasses me.

  “You heard wrong,” he murmurs as he sits up on his knees. He grabs my foot and tickles it. I squeal at him. “These are very sexy.” He bites my foot before letting it hit the pillows.

  “Are you going to leave your socks on?” I curl my arms around me, suddenly uneasy.

  He pushes down his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out, bouncing. I’ve had it in my mouth. I’ve had his fingers inside me. But…that thing seems pretty huge right now.

  “Do you want me to leave my socks on?”

  I nod and swallow. “Harrison,” I choke out. “I’m freaking out right now.”

  His features soften as he prowls over me and kisses me. “Cat, baby, we don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to,” I breathe, digging my fingers into his back and pulling him against me. “I just, uh, I need a minute.”

  He settles his naked body against mine and rests on one elbow. His other hand strokes the hair from my face and he regards me tenderly. I melt under his attention.

  “I don’t want to waste a second,” he murmurs, “but I’d wait an eternity for you.”

  Tears sting my eyes and I scratch my fingers along his head. “Don’t waste any more seconds.” I pull him to me and he kisses me deeply. His hand caresses my breast and then he slides it south. All it takes is for him to start sliding his finger along my slit, and all apprehension melts away. He rubs on my clit until I’m squirming and then he slides his longest finger between my pussy lips before pushing inside me. My back arches up off the mattress as I moan in appreciation.

  “Right there,” he growls against my mouth. “Feel that?”

  I jolt at the pleasure that zings from within me. “Y-Yes, I feel it.”

  “That’s my new favorite spot.”

  My eyes flutter closed when he rubs that tiny spot of pleasure inside me until I’m crying out in ecstasy. I kiss him frantically when he slips his wet finger out. My legs wrap around him and I urge him to me.

  “I need you,” I beg. “Please, Harrison.”

  “Cat, baby,” he groans. His cock slides against my wet slit. “I want so many things from you.”

  “So take them,” I encourage, my heels digging into his ass.

  He nips at my bottom lip. “We should be careful—”

  His words are cut short when I grip his throbbing cock and guide it to the part of me that practically weeps in need for him. We both hiss as he slides his thickness inside me. It stings as it stretches me, but I’ve never felt anything so unreal. So amazing. Like I’m connected to another person on a level that is not of this world—something of another plane of existence. It transcends anything I’ve ever known.

  “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he chants as he sinks all the way inside me. “I’ve never done this.”

  “You’ve had sex,” I breathe.

  “Not like this,” he growls. “Not so…raw.”

  His mouth crashes against mine and he thrusts his hips. I’m dizzied at how maddeningly beautiful it feels to have him filling up every inch of me. We’re connected. I love being with him this way. He slides out slightly only to drive back in. The stretching of his thickness inside me sort of hurts, but it’s a pain I could get addicted to. And I’m feeling every single part of his supposed ten inches as he buries himself deep inside me.

  “You okay, mustang girl?” he rasps against my mouth. I love how utterly out of control he sounds. Like I make him just as crazy as he makes me.

  “Perfect, stallion.”

  He grins against my lips before kissing me hard. His hips buck harder. Wilder. I dig my fingers into his shoulders. My breasts bounce as he drives into me over and over again. When his hand slips between us to show my clit some attention, my pussy tightens around him. It causes some discomfort on my end, but he lets out a ragged moan that encourages me. I try to rock my hips with him, clenching my inner walls hoping it feels good for him, when he gives my clit a slight pinch. Stars glitter around me as an orgasm slices through me without warning.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, his body stilling as heat surges inside me. He starts to pull out, but I’ve never felt anything so satisfying in my entire life. The heat of his cum as he marks me from the inside. I dig my heels into his ass, imploring him to stay. I win out because he does a lazy grind of his hips before relaxing on top of me. I like that his cock remains inside of me despite the fact it has softened. His nose nuzzles my hair and he finds my ear with his lips. “Mine, Cat.”

  I rub his buzzed scalp and smile. “You’re mine too.”

  After we get cleaned up and get dressed, we decide to eat our lunch down by the lake. We’ve been to Harrison’s side of the lake, so it’s only fitting while I’m showing him my secret spots, we visit my side.

  Harrison unravels the blanket he packed and shakes it out across the grass a few feet from the water. We sit and I open the bag with our food, handing him a sandwich and keeping one for myself. I pull out a container of strawberries and set them down between us, then hand Harrison a bottle of water. For a few minutes, we eat in silence. My thoughts back with our conversation from earlier. After I had finished reading my mom’s journals, I almost wished I could go back to being ignorant. For so long, I had put my parents’ relationship on this imaginary pedestal. They were madly in love and created me. Then one horrific night, a storm came through and she went into labor. That night I was born and my mother died, and my father lost the love of his life. But after reading her thoughts and feelings, I’m no longer ignorant to the type of woman she really was, and I now know my mother wasn’t capable of love. Not of loving my father. Or Heath. Or me. Or even herself for that matter.

  But Heath loved her.

  Enough to wreak havoc on my entire life just to get revenge on my dad.

  It’s sad that love could breed so much hate.

  “What’s got you so quiet?” Harrison asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. I stare into his questioning eyes for a moment and go for the truth.

  “I was thinking about my mom’s journals. Maybe they were left behind to serve a greater purpose. Like to be read as a cautionary tale.”

  “Like a warning?” he clarifies.

  “Yeah, her entries all have one thing in common. She had two men who loved her, yet she never seemed truly happy—content. She seemed to always want more money, more materialistic possessions, more attention. More love. But it was never enough. That’s not the kind of life I want to live. One where I’m always searching for more. Reading her thoughts have made me realize I don’t want to be anything like my mother.” I give him a sad smile.

  Harrison sets his sandwich down and reaches his hand out for me to take. We link our fingers together and he pulls me toward him until I’m tucked between his legs. Keeping our fingers intertwined, he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his scruffy face into the crook of my neck, his breath whispering across my skin. I sigh in contentment.

  “Then don’t be,” he murmurs. “What is it you want, Cat? What will make you truly happy?”

  I know the answer without having to even think about it. “You, Harrison. I want you.”

  “You have me,” he breathes. His lips find their way to my neck and he trails soft kisses along my heated flesh, downward. He pulls the sleeve of my top down, peppering kisses across my shoulder.

  His hands unlink from mine and come up to gently massage my breasts. My head falls back against his chest as I get lost in his touch. I can’t imagine ever needing anything more than this man. The pull I feel toward him is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Before Harrison, I might’ve been able to understand my mother’s needs, but now, I
don’t comprehend how, if she felt even half for Heath what I feel for Harrison, she could choose anything or anyone over him.

  Harrison’s fingers pinch my nipples through my bra and shirt and I let out a breathy moan. He chuckles softly, knowing exactly what his touch does to me, as his lips make their way back up to my neck, landing on my earlobe. His tongue darts out as he licks the outer shell of my ear, eliciting a shiver down my spine.

  “Are you sore, baby?” he rasps. I don’t have to squeeze the muscles between my legs to know I am. But I’m not in pain. It’s more of a delicious kind of soreness. A reminder of what we shared. I know if I say I’m sore, he won’t continue. It’s one of the many things I love about Harrison. He always puts my needs first. Not wanting him to stop, but also not wanting to lie, I speak around the truth. “I want you. Please.”

  He grunts softly into my ear, then gripping my hips lifts me and flips me onto my back, so he’s hovering above me. He pulls off my shoes and throws them to the side, once again leaving my socks on. Then he pulls my jeans down my legs at the same time I lift and remove my shirt. His eyes appreciatively roam down my body as I pull away my bra, and I’m almost positive it’s not just lust but something more shining bright in his irises.

  Needing to feel him skin to skin, I sit up and drag his shirt over his head. My gaze travels directly to the beautiful ink decorating his body. Almost his entire chest and biceps are covered with images and words. But one quote in particular catches my attention.

  Years of love has been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.

  My heart squeezes at the sadness embedded in the meaning of the words. Realization that Harrison hasn’t just felt alone his entire life, but if that quote is anything to go by, he also felt unloved. The only woman who loved him, left him before he was old enough to have any real memory of her, and the only thing he knows is that she chose to leave him with his father, who chose to overdose and leave his son in the hands of a monster. The words across his chest have me vowing to spend the rest of my life showing him what true love feels like.

  Harrison’s eyes follow mine. “Edgar Allan Poe.” He shrugs one shoulder self-consciously, and for the first time, I’m seeing a deeper, more vulnerable layer of Harrison, and it only has me falling even more in love with him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I say.

  My eyes continue their trail downward and I spot another quote on his ribs.

  It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

  “Poe?” I ask.

  “No.” He shakes his head and his cheeks turn slightly pink. “J.K. Rowling.”

  It takes me a second to think about who that author is, and when it hits me, I fall back onto the blanket in a fit of laughter. “Harry Potter?” I confirm. “How do you end up with quotes from both Poe and Rowling on your body?”

  Harrison’s hands drop down to either side of my head, caging me in. His mouth brushes up against mine once, twice, before he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. “Don’t make fun of Harry Potter. There are many lessons to be learned in those books.” His voice is deadly serious, but his eyes are dancing with laughter.

  “Can I just say how damn sexy it is that you know both Poe and Rowling?” I waggle my eyebrows.

  “Oh yeah?” His face dips closer to mine, and his nose rubs against mine playfully. “How sexy?” he asks softly.

  Before I can answer, one of his hands leaves the side of my head and glides down my front. He cups the material covering my sex. “Is it sexy enough to make you wet?” Harrison taunts, and I squirm at the thought.

  “I don’t know,” I tease. “Why don’t you find out?”

  His eyes glimmer with lust as he pushes the material of my panties to the side and plunges two fingers into me, finding out what I already know. I’m drenched.

  “Fuck, Cat,” he rasps, and without another word, his mouth crashes against mine. He rips my panties from my body as I push his jeans and boxers down his thighs. My legs wrap around his waist and my hands grip around his neck. And with his lips never leaving mine, he pushes his hard length into me. Unlike the first time we made love just a couple short hours ago, this time isn’t soft or gentle. It’s fierce and passionate as he drives in and out of me with abandon.

  My orgasm builds higher and higher as the head of his dick hits that special spot. The pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure. I’m almost there. I can feel my body tightening, ready to detonate. Just a few more thrusts will set me off. Harrison’s lips leave mine and move to my shoulder. His thrusts turn frantic, unhinged, and just as I’m about to explode in pleasure, he bites down on my shoulder and stills. His warm seed filling me. He looks into my eyes, his breathing still erratic. Sweat dotting his forehead. I stay quiet, unsure if I should tell him I didn’t get off. Maybe women don’t orgasm every time. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decide not to say anything.

  Harrison bites down on his lip and gives me a boyish grin. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says still out of breath. “You just felt too fucking good. Too fucking tight. The way your cunt chokes my cock.” He shakes his head with a low chuckle. “You make me feel like a thirteen-year-old virgin all over again.” I give him a questioning look and then it hits me. He knows I didn’t get off. And what the hell? He lost his virginity at thirteen? I’m pretty sure I was still playing with Barbies at that age.

  “It’s okay,” I say, not wanting to ruin the moment. All that matters to me is how I feel when he’s inside of me. The closeness we share. The orgasm is just a bonus.

  Harrison gives me a what the fuck look then pulls out of me. “No, Cat, it’s not okay.” His hard body glides down mine until he’s on his stomach, between my legs with his mouth parallel with my pussy. “But I’m going to make it up to you.” He shoots me a playful wink.

  Remembering I’m full of his cum, I try to press my legs together, not wanting him down there, but he just scowls and forces my legs to part.

  When his fingers slowly separate my folds, I close my eyes, embarrassed that he’s down there in the broad daylight. “Open your eyes,” he demands and my lids shoot open.

  “I want you to watch as I eat your cunt. Let’s see how many times I can make you come on my fingers and tongue.” My pussy clenches at his dirty words and I let out a low groan.

  His wet tongue hits my clit, and my eyes roll back, until I remember he told me to watch. Quickly, I open my eyes and dart them back down. I was already close before, so as I watch his tongue swirl around my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, it doesn’t take more than a half a minute before he sets me off and my orgasm explodes around his tongue.

  He glances up at me, his lips glistening with my juices. “That was one,” he states matter-of-factly. He pushes his fingers into my soaked pussy. “Let’s see how quickly I can make you come this way.”

  With his eyes never leaving mine, he fingers me slow and deep, hitting the same spot his dick was hitting earlier. His head dips slightly and he places soft, sensual kisses along the inside of my thigh. His hand moves up to my breast. His thumb and forefinger squeeze my sensitive nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Feeling overstimulated, my body begins to shake uncontrollably. I’ve only experienced less than a handful of orgasms—all at the hands of Harrison—but something is different this time. Something feels different. Harrison’s fingers twist inside of me. His lips leave my thigh and land on my clit. He sucks on the sensitive nub. Instinctively, I try to push his head off me, but before I succeed, my body begins to convulse. My thighs begin to shake. And then the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt hits me with so much force, my back arches off the blanket. My eyes close of their own volition and stars hit the back of my lids as I come so hard, I’m almost positive I black out.

  When I finally come to, Harrison is sitting up, still between my legs with a goofy grin splayed across his face. My butt drops back down and I feel wetness. Oh my God! Did I pee myself?

  “That was so fucking hot,” he says. “The way you came all over
my fingers and tongue.”

  He climbs up my body. “I want you to taste it.” He rubs the pads of his finger along my bottom lip then my top, coating me with our cum. “Taste what we created.”

  Curiously, my tongue darts out and I taste our mixed juices. Salty with a bit of tang mixed in. Harrison groans loudly before he melds his lips to mine. He sucks on my tongue for a few seconds, and I find myself wanting him again. He’s like an addiction I can’t get enough of. It doesn’t matter that my body is spent and I probably couldn’t even handle another orgasm.

  I still want it.

  I want him.

  Need him.

  Crave everything and anything that’s him.

  When his mouth leaves mine and he looks at me with the same intensity I’m feeling, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I love you.”

  His eyes widen at first then soften. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t reject me. I’m about to give him an out, tell him he doesn’t have to say it back, when he opens his mouth and says the only two words that are crazier than the three I just spoke.

  “Marry me.”

  Emily

  The Present…

  “OH MY GOD,” I SHRIEK. “They didn’t use protection!”

  Mom gives me a soft, happy smile. “No, they didn’t.”

  “When I think about them as a story, it’s not that gross,” I say, scrunching my nose. “But when I think about you and Dad…” I trail off. “Gross.”

  She laughs. Mom’s laughs always soothe me. No matter what’s going on in my life, she makes it all better. Her laughs are contagious and comforting. “I can assure you, nothing about my love story was gross.”

  “This is the most romantic story ever, Mom,” I say with a sigh. “They’re going to get married. A happily ever after. It’s sweet and perfect.”

  Mom stiffens and drains her wine glass. “Nothing is perfect, baby.” She turns her emerald eyes my way and they flicker with pain.