Page 9 of Double the Fun
I spent the day cleaning our house from top to bottom with Cade, making sure everything is ready for the girls. When Harley texts me asking me how they should dress I tamp down the urge to tell her something see-through and go with the word comfortable instead. I’ve seen Harley in club clothes and work attire, now I want to find out what she looks like when she hangs out at home all day. I want to know every aspect of this woman, not just the side she gives the world but the secret side too.
When she comes out in shorts and a pale t-shirt that hugs her curves, I fall in love all over again. How many times have I fallen in love with this woman? How many ways can I love a person? Apparently a hell of a lot - for both questions, because every time this woman turns around she’s tripping my heart up. I can’t say I don’t like the fall though.
I keep the girls entertained with stories about me and Cade as kids on the way over and watch her face as she takes in the house me and Cade made for ourselves. We eventually lead the girls outside where we have a whole backyard paradise thing set up. After dinner, we bring them in for a movie.
I'm not even sure what we watched because all I saw was Harley. Even when she nodded off to sleep, I still watched her. When she sleeps, she is nothing short of an angel. An innocent, sexy, hot angel. Who knew I was the type of person who wanted to corrupt such a heavenly creature?
I finally can’t take it anymore. I have to have her naked and up next to me and I don’t care what that makes me or what it says about me.
“I’m taking Harley upstairs.” I don’t look over for approval from my brother, I don’t stop to explain that me and her don’t have to do anything other than cuddle. Cade understands. He feels the same about Harper.
I scoop Harley up in my arms and carry her up the stairs to my room. It starts out completely innocent with me trying to make her comfortable but ends up with my head between her legs. What can I say? I’m a fucking addict for Harper’s pussy.
It doesn’t help anything when she wakes up already halfway to an orgasm and reaches for me. The kiss the two of us share is nothing short of musical. We share the taste of her before she flips us so she’s on top and this time I’m the one halfway to paradise before she even puts her mouth on me. Her lips barely touch the middle of my chest before I am fighting back the rush of cum begging to come out at her simple bidding.
She trails her kisses down my body until she comes to the top of my pants and then she looks up at me like she wants my permission. Like I would tell this little thing anything else but yes. I help her take my belt apart and then help her work my pants down until I’m bare for her.
What does she see when she looks at me? I’ve never really thought about what a woman thought of me. I just assumed I could rock their world so what did it matter? Now it matters. This is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. It fucking matters that she likes what she sees because it’s all she’s going to be seeing for the next fifty or so years.
She bites down on those lush lips as she looks up at me with innocent eyes and proceeds to take me to a place I have never been before - heaven. She takes me to heaven.
Chapter Eight
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Harley
When I hear my phone ringing, all I want to do is ignore it. It’s my day off and for some reason, I have never felt so…warm and relaxed as I do today. I reach out…mostly for my phone. But my fingers brush up against a warm, hard body and then I’m being hugged under my leg and pulled on top of that body as it curls around me and clutches me to him.
My eyes pop open and I stare into Colm’s eyes as he drops kisses on my mouth and then my neck and finally lower until his lips are wrapping around my bare breast. And then my phone rings again. God damn it.
“I have to…oh…I need to find out who that is, Colm.”
He pulls back and for just a second he’s thinking about not letting me. I can see it in his eyes. Finally, he unclasps me and lets me up. And why do I feel a little let down by that? I didn’t really want him to fight for me to stay just like we were. Did I?
It takes me a minute to find my phone before I can answer. When I do, I really wish Colm had made me stay in bed.
“Where are you?”
“What?” Not the person I want to talk to on my day off. Jeff, my super asshat of a boss.
“I need you to come in for an hour so we can talk about that big meeting on Monday. I’m at your apartment.”
“You…what? Why?”
“I thought it would be easier if we took the same Uber to the office.” God, I hate him.
“Well, I’m not at home.”
“Clearly.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? What I do on my days off is my business, not his. “Be at the office in half an hour.”
He hangs up on me before I can tell him yes or no. I fight down the disgust I feel and look at Colm.
“I…I have to go in to work for a little while.” God, I wish he would just tell me he’s not going to let me, and then…I don’t know, tie me to the bed or something.
“Why?”
“I just do.”