Chapter Six
Harper
I had so much fun at the wax museum, and seeing another side of Will as he relaxed and mimicked the poses was hilarious. There are so many sides to him, and so far, I have to say, I like every one of them.
With the dinner dishes cleared and everyone lounging in front of the massive hearth and chatting as they put together puzzles, I stand and stretch, my muscles sore, probably from hitting the ground with a thud when I slid off Buttercup.
“I think I’m still jet-lagged,” I say as I move toward the fire. I put my hands in front of the hearth and absorb the heat. It’s so cozy, I’d like to stay here and laugh with this family a little longer, but the truth is I’m tired, and if I hang around them any longer, I’ll never gather the courage to tell them who I really am. They deserve that from me, but not only do I not want to hurt them, there is a part of me that wants to bask in their love and camaraderie a little longer.
After a round of good-nights, I climb the long staircase to my room, and when laughter reaches me from below, my heart misses a beat. I know I’m on the wrong adventure, and I need to get out of here, but it’s difficult considering it’s the adventure I want, dammit. I like this family, and as much as I said it nauseated me to be hugged and kissed, that was a flat-out lie. Eating around the table, working in the garden, tomorrow’s big family Sunday dinner. I want to take it all in, just for a while. I know it’s wrong, and I keep trying to leave, but every time I do, I get sucked back in. But I allow them to suck me back in.
Oh, and why is that, Harper?
Because it took me all of ten minutes to fall for them—for Will.
God, I am so screwed.
I make my way to my room and glance at all the pictures on the wall again. If George’s surprise was a girl, I hope she’s not a gold digger—a conclusion Will may automatically draw. It’s a shame he’s so jaded, because there is a part of me that wishes fairy-tale love really did exist, and that his cousin finds the happiness everyone deserves. Not that I ever expect to find myself in such a situation.
After all the men who walked out of my mom’s life—mine, too—I’m just as jaded as Will. What a pair we make. While neither of us believes in happily ever after, and are both realists, we’re quite compatible in the bedroom. Then again, we had fun outside of it during horseback riding and the wax museum. Maybe we could have fun back in New York, too.
Don’t go there, Harper.
Don’t think there is more going on here than sex. He’s not looking for more. Which is good because I’m not either. Besides, I’ve dealt with enough rich men at work to know they play by their own rules to get what they want. I’m just girl from Brooklyn, one who worked her ass off to get where she is. Nothing was handed to me, nothing taken for granted. They’ll all likely think I’m a gold digger when the truth comes out, and that makes it so much harder for me to confess.
I quietly close my door and walk to the fire burning in the bedroom hearth. So comfy. I hug myself and smile, despite the situation I’m in. No wonder Will comes back often. It’s not a place I’d like to live, but I sure wouldn’t mind visiting once in a while.
I spin at the noise behind me, the opening of the bathroom door. Will stands there, hands in his pockets, looking so sexy my thighs quiver.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey, yourself,” I manage to get out as I take in his relaxed, drool-worthy stance.
“Tired?”
I nod. “You?”
“Yeah.” He pushes off the doorframe, and as soon as he walks into the room, I crave the feel of him, want to pick up where we last left off this morning.
This morning?
Was it only hours ago I was in his arms? Why does it feel like I’ve been here longer?
He glances at the bed, and then his gaze slowly slides back to me. Raw need shimmers between us, crackling like the logs in the hearth behind me.
“I was thinking perhaps I could tuck you in.”
“Tuck me in, huh? I’m a big girl, Will. I’ve been tucking myself in for a long time.”
His grin is wicked. “Okay, then maybe I could fuck you instead. Finish what we started this morning.”
I gulp at his dirty words and struggle to remain standing. Honest to God, never in my life has a guy made my legs go weak. “You think that’s a good idea?” I ask, even though I’m seconds from tearing off my panties and begging him to take me. “I mean, the house is awake, and everyone is downstairs. We could get caught.”
“We’ve both been making bad decision,” he says, his grin doing the craziest things to my insides. “What’s one more?”
He steps up to me, invades my personal space, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. How does a New York consultant wind up with callused hands? From the weight equipment at the gym? I look over his body and know in an instant his muscles are homegrown, from hard labor, not made in some heath club, and to me that’s a hundred times sexier. But still, it does beg the question, what kind of hard labor is this man doing?
“Well, I suppose that’s true,” I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, he dips his head, and his lips settle possessively over mine. I kiss him back, and his hands roam my body, a new patience in his touch as he explores me slower, more thoroughly.
I place my hands on his shoulders, wanting the same privilege, and he moans as I palm his muscles. The room grows warm—hot, really—but it’s not from the blaze behind us. The two of us are creating enough fire to keep the castle heated—for a month straight.
He grips the hem of my sweater and, as if reading my mind, says, “It’s getting kind of warm in here.”
“Hot,” I answer as I touch his hem and give it a tug. He reaches behind his shoulder and tugs his sweater off, and my gaze roams over his broad chest. He seriously has the nicest body. My hand goes to his muscles, and he moans as I touch him.
“I need you naked, Harper.”
“You do?” I tease, even though I need that, too.
“Yeah, I need to put my mouth on you.” I visibly quake at that, and he runs his hand over my breasts, and my nipples press against my bra. “I need to spend more time here,” he says, as he brushes his thumb over my swollen nubs. I swallow, my entire body quaking beneath his touch. “And here,” he adds, his hands journeying downward until his fingers are between my legs, inches from the spot I need him to touch most. “You want that, too, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes,” comes blurting out of my mouth, and Will chuckles at my enthusiasm.
“You know what else I want?”
“No,” I murmur, my thoughts running off as he rubs my sex through my jeans. My clit swells, and even my breathing has deepened, become choppier.
“I want you on your knees again.” His other hand goes to my mouth. “These sweet lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking. Hard.”
I gulp, and he shoves his thumb into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip, and he groans, his eyes turning a deeper shade of blue as lust grips us both. He grabs the hem of my sweater again and peels it over my head. I lift my arms to make it easy for him, and he tosses the sweater to the floor next to his. He stands back for a moment, his gaze raking over me.
“Undress,” he says, his voice taking on a different edge.
“Bossy much?”
He grins. “Yeah, now undress. I want you naked when I fuck that pretty mouth.”
My mouth falls open, and he cocks his head, like he’s daring me to challenge him. But there is a gleam in his eye, one that says he knows how much I love it when he gets all dirty.
I slowly lower my bra straps. He might be deliciously demanding of me, and while I like it, it doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with him, too. His nostrils flare as I take my time to ease out of my bra. I unhook the back and let it slide down my body. He licks his lips.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Now keep going.”
I unbutton my jeans and give an extra shake to my hips as I slide them down my legs, leaving my lacy panties in place. I remind myself to thank my sponsor for packing such sexy things, then I remember I’m on the wrong adventure. I guess it’s too late to worry about that now. I grip the lace at my hips, curl it around my fingers, and give a small tug.
“Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you?” he asks.
I gulp.
“No?” he continues, one brow arched.
“No,” I say, and try not to sound as breathless as I feel. A futile attempt.
“Yeah, I’m going eat your sweet cunt until you come all over my face, then I’m going to put my big cock inside you.” He rubs his hands over his crotch. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to feel me a week from now.”
Trying to play along, to keep my cool when my entire body is shaking, I say, “I was thinking—”
“No thinking. Just naked,” he growls, and I grin at his eagerness.
“What I was thinking,” I say, “is that you’re completely overdressed.”
He grins. “Yeah, you’re right.” In two seconds flat, he tears into his pants and kicks them away, standing before me with a huge hard-on aimed my way. “Now keep going,” he says.
I turn toward the fire and bend forward, keeping my knees locked so my ass is in the air, offered up to him so nicely. I’m not entirely sure I should be poking the bear, but I’m too far gone to stop now. I lift my legs one at a time and remove my black lace. When I stand and turn to face him again, the lust raging in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs. My God, I don’t think any man has ever wanted me the way he does right now. It gives me a thrill, but I don’t want to bring too many emotions into this encounter. Once I return home, I’ll never see him again. His gaze centers in on the greedy spot between my thighs, and I widen my legs to give him a better view.
“I can’t decide,” he says, and I go still. Is he having second thoughts? I open my mouth to ask, but his gaze moves back to mine. “I can’t decide what I want first. Your mouth on my cock, or mine buried between your legs.”
“Let me make it easy for you,” I say, bolder than I’ve ever been before. I close the short distance, drop to my knees, and pull him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He’s so big, I’ll never be able to take him all in, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. I gag a little and take him deeper, until he’s stretching my throat. His curses encourage me, and when he moves my hair to the side to watch, excitement burns through my blood.
I’ve never really put on a show for a man before, but him watching me take his cock deep is kind of hot. I moan, and the vibration around his cock does something to him, because he’s gripping my hair and rocking into me, fucking my mouth as I open wider to accommodate his girth.
“You like that Harper? You like my cock in your mouth?” Since I can’t talk, I moan my response, and his cock thickens even more. “So fucking good,” he murmurs. “But I can’t wait to get my mouth between your legs. I want you to spread for me, wide open. I’m going to eat you for hours, then fuck you hard. You’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you, Harper?”
I moan around his cock and when pre-cum drips from his crown, I lap it. “Mmm,” I whimper, and the grip on my hair tightens.
“You need to stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I glance up at him, and his beautiful cock plops from my mouth. I take him into my hands, and his blood rushes through his long length as I stroke him. “Maybe I want you to. Maybe I want you to shoot down my throat.”
“Fuck, girl. Next time, maybe. Right now there are things I need to do to you.” A little tug on my hair has me climbing to my feet. He slides an arm around me and backs me up until my legs hit the bed. “My mouth on you. Now.”
I grin at his bossiness but secretly love it. He gives me a little shove, and I fall backward. I shift and let my legs fall open. He stands back, heat in his eyes as he glances the length of me with admiring eyes. “What are you waiting for?” I ask and crook my finger, gesturing him close.
He climbs onto the bed and goes onto his knees. Strong fingers grip my legs and bend them, then he presses them open until its almost painful, but I don’t care. I want to feel everything, want him to take me the way he needs to, and leave my body beautifully bruised.
He runs his finger over my slit, and my hips come off the bed. “You have the prettiest pussy,” he says. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine and not George’s.”
You’re mine. Well, technically tonight I am. I mean, I did agree that he could do whatever he wanted to me.
He moves forward on his knees and lowers his head. That first sweet touch of his tongue to my clit is like heaven. Goose bumps break out on my skin at the tingling sensations racing through me.
“That feels so good,” I murmur and cup my breasts. I lift my hips, bang against his mouth, but he presses a hand to my stomach and holds me down. He licks my clit with the soft blade of his tongue, then the flicks become sharper, more intense. “Yes,” I cry out, and he slides a finger into me, less hurried than we were earlier today. I can’t decide if I’m happy about that or not, but that thought flies out of my head when he draws my swollen nub into his mouth and sucks it, hard. He’s right—I am going to feel this well into next week.
My entire body burns, goes up in flames, and I’m pretty sure the strongest orgasm of my life is about to rocket through me, but he eases off, prolonging the pleasure.
“More,” I cry out and chuckle when one hand reaches up to cover my mouth. I get it. We need to be quiet, but how can I possibly keep my mouth shut with a man who fucks like him. I bite down on one of his fingers to be quiet, and his laugh vibrates through me, bringing me higher and higher, but I don’t want to tumble over the edge. I don’t want this to end.
He presses another finger inside me. I rock against the full feeling, desperate for his cock and the way it’s going to pleasure me. He scrapes my clit with his teeth, and I grip his hair, running my fingers through it to hold him to me. But he has other ideas. He backs off, and I’m about to yell at him until he flips me over and shoves a pillow under my hips. My cry turns to a moan, when his hand kneads my ass. No man has ever been so rough or demanding with me, and I have to say…more please.
“Are you in the right place now, Harper?” he asks, taking us back to our earlier conversation
He runs his hands over me, and a tremble moves through me, proving I might not be in the right place, but at the same time I am. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.”
He leans forward and plants wet, open mouthed kisses on my back as his hands grip my ass cheeks, his fingers biting into my flesh. I bury my face in the pillow to stop myself from crying out. I really don’t want the entire household running into my room to check on me, only to find me with my ass in the air. Yeah, not good.
I wiggle, needing more, and I’m about to beg if I have to, but then he thrusts a finger inside me, giving me what I want. “Yesss…” I cry out, my pleasure muffled by the pillow. “I need…I want…” I say but can barely focus.
“You need to come?” he says.
“Yes.”
“You’ll let me taste all your sweet cum? You’ll let me lick you clean?”
“Please,” I beg. He picks up the pace, creating heat and friction with harder thrusts. My heart soars, my climax racing to the finish line. “Yes,” I cry out, as he slips a hand between my body and the pillow. He runs his finger over my clit, applies the perfect amount of pressure. My body lets go, gives in to the pleasure, and I release, filling his hand with my liquid heat. The entire world closes in on me as my sex pulses, harder than it ever has before. It’s crazy. Insane. Mind-blowingly fantastic. And I want more.
I’m about to move when he says, “Don’t.”
I pant, trying to fill my lungs when he rolls to his back and pulls me down until I’m over his mouth. He pushes his tongue into me, tasting me deep and once again I’m coming all over him. Christ, I’ve never felt anything like it, and I have no idea what he’s doing, but I keep coming and coming, until I can no longer capture my breath. He slows down, gently swirls his hot tongue around my clit. How is he so good at this? I curl my fingers into the bedsheets as he slowly brings me back down. His licks are gentle, softer, a light caress that could very well have me mixing up love and lust.
Focus on the sex, Harper.
“I need your cock inside me, Will. Now.”
He slides out from between my legs, and I roll over to see the wetness around his mouth. It’s odd how sexy I find that.
“How bad do you need it, Harper?”
I widen my legs and expose myself. “This bad,” I say, showing him my wetness.
He groans and falls over me, pinning me with his weight. His cock is at my entrance, and I lift, forcing his crown inside. He pulls back and curses. “Shit, I need a condom.”
God, I can’t believe I nearly forgot. What is this man doing to me? “Nightstand,” I say. “I put them in there earlier.”
He grins. “It’s almost like you had this planned.”
“A girl can hope, and there was that thing you said about having epic sex…again and again.”
“Well, I hope you have a whole fucking box in there, because I plan to fuck you until the sun comes up.”
“I do.”
He grins. “I knew there was something I liked about you.”
There’s a lot I like about him.
He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom. He tears it from the package and goes back on his heels.
“Can I?” I ask, reaching for him.
He looks at my outstretched arm and grimaces. “If you do, I’m going to come all over your hand. I don’t come fast, Harper. I’ve never been premature, but that’s what you do to me.”
I pull back, a bubble of excitement rising in my chest. “You’d better do it then.”
“Good call.”
He slides the condom down the long length of him, then glances at me. “I can’t decide,” he says.
“On what?” I ask, no longer worried he’s having second thoughts. This is what he says when he’s being playful, and I really like learning all his little idiosyncrasies.
“If I want you under me, over me, or bent over this bed.”
“You don’t have to decide. We can do all those. We have all night.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He falls over me, and I wrap my legs around him.
“I like this way. I get to see your face when you come for me again, and yeah, you’re definitely going to come for me again.”
I do love a man with confidence. “And I get to see your face, too,” I say quickly, desperate to finally have his cock in me.
He grimaces again, another tell of his when he’s playing. “I can’t imagine it’s pretty,” he says, and I laugh.
“Will, you are the hottest guy I know. Now shut up and fuck me already.”
In one hard push, he seats himself high inside me, and I gasp, never having felt so gloriously full. He stills for a second, gives me time to adjust to his size. When I do, I move my hips, needing him fast and hard but slow and soft at the same time. God, I don’t know what I want anymore.
He pulls back and powers forward. Oh yes, I want that.
I run my hands over his back, pulling him against me, unable to get close enough. I shift beneath him, taking him deeper, and he pants. With a house full of people downstairs our actions are reckless, improper, but I can’t fight this need for him. I can’t put a word to it, but it’s different, stronger than anything I’ve ever before felt.
“You feel so fucking good.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing the sensitive spot that sends a quiver through me. I can’t believe I’m close to release again so soon. The things this man does to me are insane. His body presses against me, his groin stroking my clit with each forward thrust. My body flushes hotly as pressure builds, comes to a peak. I suck in air as I give in, letting myself go in his arms.
“Will,” I whisper, my sex clenching hard around his cock as he pistons into me. “Oh, Will.”
“I know,” he says. “Fuck, Harper, I have no idea what you’re doing to me, but I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Come with me,” I say.
Air rips from his lungs, and he throws his head back and releases. He pulses inside me, and I squeeze. He growls, and I can’t help but smile as his face twists in pleasure.
“You’re right,” I tease. The sight of him coming inside me takes my breath away. “Not pretty.”
He’s frowning, but humor dances in his eyes when they meet mine. “Careful, or I won’t fuck you anymore.”
I stretch after the most satisfying sex of my life, and Will pulls out of me and rolls to the side. “Oh yeah, not even if I do this?” I flip to my stomach and lift my ass up slightly, a vicious tease.
His growl is low and deep, and I smile, loving that I can do this to him. “If you do that, I’m going to fuck you right here.” He gently runs his finger along my crevice. I shiver beneath his touch.
He flips me over and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back slowly, languidly, like we’ve been kissing like this for years. He flattens himself beside me and slides his hand down my arm. I shift to face him, then take his hand in mine and turn it over.
“Why all the calluses?” I stroke them gently.
There’s a softness on his face, like I just sent his thoughts elsewhere, when he says, “Habitat for Humanity.”
My heart misses a beat. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just…” I let my voice fall off. What am I supposed to say—that I thought all rich people cared only about money? Could he really be that good of a guy?
“My dad started volunteering when I was young, and as soon as I could carry a hammer, I helped. We like to give back. It’s no big deal.”
Not to him, but it’s definitely a big deal to me.
“Why are you still single?” I blurt out, but I guess I already know the answer to that. He doesn’t trust that a woman could like him for him, and not what he can give her.
“I guess I can ask the same of you,” he says.
I frown and look down. “I think we’re a lot more alike than we realize.”
“Yeah.”
I sink farther into my pillow and stare at the ceiling. “When I was growing up, my mom had a lot of what I called, ‘uncles.’”
“Ah, I see,” he says. He puts his arms behind his head, and I steal a quick glance at him as he stares at the ceiling, too.
“We had nothing, and mom would latch on to these men, and they’d buy her things, pay for things until they got tired of it. One day they’re there, the next they’re not. I learned early on not to count on anyone but myself.”
There’s a softness in his eyes, a gentle understanding when I catch his glance. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I say, and swallow down the things I’m feeling.
Don’t fall for him, Harper.
He brushes my hair back. “So you closed yourself off. That’s why you aren’t here looking for love.”
I smile and want to make light of things, but my stupid voice comes out strangled. “That’s me, a pessimistic, passive-aggressive, emotionally detached lawyer whose motto is: if it can go wrong, it will. Who’d ever want a girl like that, anyway?”
When he doesn’t respond, unease moves through me. What did I expect him to say? That he wanted a girl like that? Oh God, I did. Why would I ever set myself up for that? I am such an idiot. I never should have let my stupid heart get involved. For Christ’s sake, I know better than that! Trying to lighten the mood, I add, “Look at this adventure. Everything that could go wrong, did.”
He rolls on top of me, and when I raise my eyes to find him staring down at me, he drops a soft kiss onto my mouth, a kiss so intimate and so full of passion my heart hammers in my chest. As need swamps me, the need for so much more than a roll between the sheets with this man, tears prick my eyes and I blink them back.
Get it together, Harper.
“I wouldn’t say everything,” he murmurs and presses his mouth to mine.
I swallow hard. I was worried I was going to hurt his family when I walk away, but now I’m 100 percent certain my heart is the one that’s going to be breaking.