CHAPTER TEN - HARLEY
I had to imagine it was Abi’s fingers stroking me in a steady rhythm. My hand couldn’t even do it anymore. I had to think of Abi that night on the patio when I heard their patio door open. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life - to stand there motionless. I thanked the years of training in the Special Forces, or else Abi would have been punished for being such a naughty girl.
Sweat had glistened on her forehead and dripped down the sweet curve of her breasts. Her hand had been partially obscured by her thighs, but I had instantly recognized that swirling rhythm. And it was damn clever of her because she knew I would step out to see that.
Electricity sparked in my lower back as I pumped my cock furiously to the memory of her lips moving against mine, soft and yielding. Her breast had felt so perfect in my fingers. I imagined her naked and squirming underneath me like she had been squirming on that lounge chair in sheer pleasure with moans escaping her lips. My balls contracted as I inched toward the edge of relief.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Open your legs and let me taste you.”
I groaned loudly as I came, the image of her still clinging to my memory.
Resting against the tile of the shower, I let the now cold water cool my hot body. I had no other choice, but to resort to masturbating every fucking chance I got.
Abi was inexperienced when it came to sex. She had no idea what sort of consequences would come from us sleeping together. I had never slept with a virgin either, and all those emotions and shit were not my sort of thing to deal with. I was a big guy. Having to fit a cock the size of mine in her tightness might not work out the way either one of us thought it would.
It was still fucking tempting though. To have her wrapped around me, whimpering for more, begging me for a long fuck in the middle of the night until the soft light of the morning.
She was so damn attractive that it was impossible to ignore my attraction for her. She wasn’t like Libby who was outspoken and fierce about everything. No, Abigail was tenderhearted, but she had a backbone underneath those innocent expressions. Her strength impressed me beyond any other woman I’d met. My dick grew thick again, and I took it in my hand and pressed my hips up, forcing my grip tighter and tighter as I lost myself at the thought of hearing her come.
No. It couldn’t happen. Don’t think about it. Your paycheck is gone if you sleep with her. I panted loudly, releasing myself as I pressed my hands to my knees and leaned over in the shower.
My paycheck? Not that I believed Abigail would say a word to her Dad.
I turned the water off to get dressed for the day. Abigail and Libby both wanted to see a local art museum since the attacks were lifted. I found them both waiting for me on the patio with Abigail dressed in a simple navy blue button up polka dot skirt and a short white tank top. Her brunette locks were curled and framed her beautiful round face perfectly.
A jolt of fiery desire filled me at the sight of her. That cold shower and coming twice hadn’t done shit for me when she smiled up at me.
“Ready to go?” Abigail asked.
“I don’t have a choice in the matter,” I said, tightly. “Let’s get this day over with though. I don’t want to be out walking around in the streets at dark.”
Libby sighed dramatically. “Whatever. I’m going out with Roco tonight then if you’re going to do that.”
My tense mood only increased. I didn’t even bother arguing with Libby over it throughout the hot afternoon of following them around Madrid for lunch, sightseeing, and a bit of shopping. Throughout the entire time, Abigail walked alongside me. She touched me occasionally on the shoulder to point something out, or our hands brushed while we walked. All of it was driving me insane that I desperately considered leaving them alone in a shop to find a bathroom to release myself for what felt like the twentieth time that week.
I was relieved when Abigail asked to go back to the hotel later that evening. I sat out on the back balcony with a cigarette in hand to keep myself calm while I half-listened to Libby chatter away about her plans for the night. It wasn’t until the sun had left the sky followed by the moon and stars when I heard the patter of bare feet on the patio floor.
I turned to find Abigail standing behind me with a case of beer in hand. She tucked a curl behind her ear shyly.
“I thought you might want to have a beer with me.”
More than that. I swallowed hard at the sight of her bare legs since she was still wearing that fluttery polka dot skirt and a tank top. The smell of sugar and vanilla washed over me as Abigail took a seat gingerly across from me. She held out a beer.
“Thanks,” I said, taking it against my better judgment that said not to take it. We were treading in dangerous water. “Did Libby leave with her Roco?”
“Yes,” she said and twisted her beer open. “They are going to some sort of nightclub together from what she told me.”
I didn’t say anything. I knew Robert would be pissed that I let Libby go, but she was experienced at least with men, unlike Abigail. She knew how to handle herself. Plus, I was over Libby’s snarky attitude and constant remarks.
“I bet she’s happy,” I said, sipping at the cold beer with a relieved sigh. “She’s been itching to go without me behind her.”
Abigail laughed softly. “Yeah, I know. Libby has always been the social one in our friendship. I personally don’t like the nightlife. Believe it or not, I prefer the sit at home and read type of nights.”
“And you let her drag you out to Madrid?”
“I didn’t let her drag me. I came willingly.” She played with the neck of her beer bottle, her eyes filled with a desire I couldn’t seem to ignore. “I just wanted to get away from my Dad’s shadow. I’ve been in it since the day I was born.”
“His shadow stretches far,” I said, grimly. “He’s had hits on him a couple of times when I was over in Iraq.”
“Not surprising considering who he puts away for a living.” She smiled grimly as well. “Do you think if your mom wouldn’t have gotten sick that you’d still be over there now?”
I found my eyes going to the last name on my forearm again whenever someone asked that question. I had to shut down those last images before they could overwhelm me by concentrating on the hot air around me.
“I don’t know. I doubt it. Too much death,” I echoed my sentiment again. “I came back because I was tired of watching my friends die in missions. There’s only so much you can take. My mom’s situation just escalated the decision to come back now.”
“And those names on your arm were your friends?”
I nodded. “Yes. You get close to your brothers because they’ll jump in front of the enemy fire for you.”
“Wow,” Abigail said. “I can’t even imagine that type of loyalty or situation in general.”
“You don’t have to imagine it,” I said, and pride filled me. “That’s what people like me were trained to do.”
“That is true. I’m grateful for that. I hate guns.” Her face contorted slightly. “So you live in Queens with your Mom?”
“Part-time,” I replied, and took a long drink. “I never bought a house because I was gone all the time. When I came home for breaks, I stayed with my Mom, and helped her out when I was around.”
“Just you and her?”
“Just me and her,” I said.
“What kind of cancer does she have, if it’s okay to ask?” She looked so sweet, so innocent sitting there as she dug into the hardest parts of my heart.
“Stage two breast cancer.” I shrugged. “Her sickness is one of the reasons why I took this job. The money will pay for her treatments and a new house too.”
Abigail smiled sweetly. “That’s very sweet of you to do that for your Mom.”
“She raised me. It’s the least I can do given my Dad’s in prison for stupid shit he did when got hooked on drugs.”
“I’d actually like to help people like your Dad when I get older,” Abigail said then. “Not people who don’t want help, but people who want to get help for their addictions. It’s sad when they just get tossed into jail with no real guidance or help.”
“Some of them go because they don’t want help. My Dad is a good example of that. He picked jail over my Mom and I and getting help.”
“Everyone deserves help,” Abigail said. “Even if they don’t want to do it at the time, at least you can say that you tried to save someone’s life.”
I snorted at the thought of my Dad being told he was going to rehab. Prison life was much better in his eyes. It was sweet to see that she wanted to help someone besides herself. Sweet and odd. Most rich people could give two shits about anyone but their banker and themselves. Maybe I was wrong about her? I’d been wrong before.
A sick feeling swelled in the pit of my stomach. Being wrong about Abi left me worried that walking away from the beautiful thing after the job was over wouldn’t be as easy as I’d imagined. If there were more to her, like a big giving heart to go with her pretty smile, silky hair and perfect tits… I was in trouble. Big fucking trouble.
“Well, I know this isn’t exactly the type of job a guy like you would take, but I appreciate you being here. She smiled warmly. “And you should feel so lucky to get to follow me around the entire time while Libby tries to find me a Spanish lover, right? Her cute little nose turned up as she laughed.
“Yeah, lucky,” I said, cynically before smirking at her. Fuck she was the full package. Run, Harley. Fucking run, man. “Is that honestly what you want while you’re here? A Spanish lover?”
“Well… not exactly.”
I shook my head at the vague and uncertain reply. “You gotta be confident in yourself if you make those type of decisions. I mean, shit. You’re an adult. Be confident in what you want, but don’t do something because your best friend thinks you should do it. You have a brain. A smart one at that.”
“Thanks,” Abigail said, setting her beer down on the patio table. “I know what you’re saying, and I’ve given everything a lot of thought.”
She scooted closer to me. Alarm bells sounded off in my head. I tensed up at her proximity.
“Thought about what exactly?”
“About what you just said,” she said. “And you’re right. I’m confident in what I want.”
“Abigail—” I started warningly. I could already feel myself hardening in arousal at the direction I knew this conversation would go.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” Abigail said.
She leaned forward, her soft hands sliding across my cheeks before settling on my neck. I couldn’t resist even if I tried. Abigail pressed her lips up against mine, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I pulled her into my lap, gripping her tightly as I leaned in and deepened the kiss, taking ownership of her.
She knew what she wanted.
I wasn’t going to stop her.