CHAPTER 27
HARLEY
Blaze was a perfect gentleman all night.
Which was the problem. I didn’t want a gentleman, not really. I wanted someone who would grab my ass when nobody was looking. Someone who would reach under my skirt under the dinner table and slip a finger inside of my panties. Someone who’d push me into a bathroom and show me how hungry he was for my body.
After a few hours at the party, I was bored as hell.
I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.
We sat at a table chatting with Richie and Tillie, who were absolutely delightful and charming. It was obvious why Blaze was so enamored with them, and I could see what good friends they were. It warmed my heart, it really did, but I wasn’t interested in warm.
I wanted to get hot.
I reached under the table and slipped my hand in Blaze’s lap, deftly slipping my hand down the front of his jeans and gripping his cock tightly. His eyes widened and he looked over at me. I smiled innocently, daring him to cry out as I squeezed harder.
He was hard and throbbing in my hand in seconds.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked, his voice steely.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I replied, with a cool smile.
“Guys, will you excuse us?”
“Of course,” Tillie replied. Blaze grabbed my hand and pulled it from his pants. We stood up and wandered away from the table.
“You horny little vixen,” he said, under his breath, staring straight ahead as he led me into the house.
“Me?” I joked.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Harley.”
“It’s about time,” I quipped.
He grabbed my hand and led me up the grand staircase. When we reached his room, he shut the door and pushed me up against it.
“I’ve been dying to touch you again,” he said, his lips crashing into mine. I kissed him back, his lips hot and wet, his tongue searching mine. I reached down, grabbing his cock again and squeezing. He groaned and broke away, pulling me towards the bed.
“No,” I said, stopping in my tracks.
“No?” He asked, raising a brow. “I don’t understand.”
“Not on the bed.”
“Oh,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, where?”
I gestured towards the window, the curtains pulled shut over it. “Open it.”
“The window? It looks down on the back yard. Everyone in the party will be able to see inside.”
“Perfect,” I replied, staring him down, daring him to refuse.
He looked at me with a crooked smile and then shrugged. “What the hell.” He walked over to the window, threw open the curtains and turned back to me. Behind him, the party was in full swing, a perfect view of the guests mingling and dancing just twenty feet below us.
“You really do like being watched,” Blaze said.
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“Harley,” he said, reaching down and lifting my chin, his thumb raking across my bottom lip, sending shocks of electric pleasure to my center, “as long as I get to sink into your sweet pussy, nothing bothers me.”
“You’re my kind of man, Blaze,” I said, smiling up at him.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “I’ll be good to you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Harley. About your body, your smile, your eyes. I don’t want anyone else anymore. I just want you. I don’t know how this happened. But I need you to be all mine. Please?”
I smiled up at him, my face frozen into place as I nodded weakly. Why was he saying all this shit? All I wanted him to do was fuck me.
My heart sank.
I should have known better.
It always happens.
Always.
“Blaze, is there a bathroom close by?”
“Right down the hall, second door on the left.”
“Be right back.” I reached up and kissed him gently, before walking out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door. By the time I got to my car, frustration had built up in me.
I really liked that one, I thought.
I thought he might be different.
I was a fool.
A complete and utter fool that never learned.
I drove home with a heavy heart, ignoring the phone buzzing in my handbag.