“Holy fuck,” Harley says, finally letting go of my jaw. He pulls out of me and I feel our come leaking out of me instantly. I’m usually so quick to clean myself up, but I am wiped out. Harley reaches up, unbuckling the harness. Before my arms can fall to my front, he loops them over his head, and sweeps my legs into his arms. He places me on the bathroom counter in front of us, and begins opening cabinets and drawers beneath me.
“Petty theft?” I question him.
“Looking for something,” he pulls out a green wash cloth from a drawer, “to clean up my girl.” He turns the water on beside me, holding his hand under the water, finding the perfect temperature. He soaks the wash cloth, and without any words, he drops down eye level to my pussy and begins cleaning up the mess we made.
We don’t speak as he wipes me down. I feel vulnerable in this position, and the urge to close my legs and tell him I can do this myself screams at me, but I don’t. I let him take care of me. Knowing that he was when he hacked my security system, and that he always will.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HARLEY
I knewthe moment that I admitted to having access to her cameras, a rift would open between us. I understand why she was upset.
I invaded her privacy, and took something away from her, again. That could have been enough for her to be done, and for her to decide to find someone else entirely. I wouldn't blame her, but I also have no intentions of giving up on her—or onus.
After Ensley’s birthday party, I brought Ember home, and have spent every moment groveling. Trying to make her understand that I would do anything to make sure she’s safe.
Earlier today, we walked down Main Street, stopping at every thrift store we came across. Then I took her to pick up her favorite dinner from P. F. Chang’s, and we’ve been home since.
My groveling has hit an all time high. I have cleaned the house, and brought her coffee in bed every morning. I even went and got Maggie some wet food to try and win her over by making her cat happy.
Yesterday, I took her to the book store in the town over, and let her buy as many books as she wanted.
None of it felt like extra work, because despite my intentions being to win her back over, I would have done all those things anyway. I would have done it just to see her smile, but she is clearly living for the idea of me groveling for her approval and attention.
We lay on the couch, Ember’s head cradled in my lap as she reads one of her smutty books. My eye sight isn’t great, but I’ve seen my fill of indicative words that make it very obvious what she’s reading. I might need to take pointers and offer to reenact a scene to win her over.
I glance at my phone on the armrest of the couch. Seeing the time, I ask her if she wants me to run her a bath. While I’ve been groveling, she’s been teasing me every chance she’s gotten. It’s been three days since the party, and my dick is aching to be inside her again.
“Sure, if you want to.” She looks up at me, her eyes shining as if she has unshed tears.
”Are you crying?” I ask, angling my head to get a better look at her.
“Yeah, it was a sweet scene,” she says, using her hoodie sleeve to wipe her eyes.
“Babe, I just read a paragraph a page ago, and they were going at it like rabid animals in the back of a car and the woman was tied up with seatbelts?” I ask her, confused about how that was sweet, triggering tears from her suddenly.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she says, raising to sit upright.
I stand, shaking my head and letting out a chuckle.
I’m headed to the bathroom to run her bath water, but at the last second I detour to the kitchen and pop the cork out of a new bottle of wine. I fill a glass and walk it out to Ember. She takes it with a smile, and I continue to the bathroom with my original plan.
Ember follows after me, setting her glass of wine on the counter, and she strips her clothes off and throws them into a pile on the ground.
I turn the faucet on, letting the water run until it's hot the way she likes it.
“Bubbles?” I say over my shoulder, doing a double take when I see my girl fully nude, pouring wine into her glass. Another glass sits beside it on the counter.
Fuck. Me.
“Not unless you don’t want to get laid because my cooch is on fire for the next week,” she replies in a sassy tone.
“No bubbles it is.” I scoff, turning away from the masterpiece that is Ember Alden. “Hop in, princess,” I tell her as I stand to my full height, holding out my hand to steady Ember as she dips her toes into the hot bath before getting all the way in.
She sits down, leaning forward, and brings her knees up to her chest. I place her glass of wine on the edge of the bathtub. I turn and walk back into her bedroom to grab the little trunk at the end of Ember’s bed to sit on.
“Damn, babe, you leaving already?” she asks with a sharp tongue, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
