Page 103 of Play The Game

I definitely want to suck him off. I want to taste him and remind myself he’s okay, he’s here, he’s mine.

When I tell him that, he grunts and kisses his way down my neck. His hand slides underneath the tiny triangle of lace between my thighs and two of his fingers ease into me, my pussy already wet and aching for him. “You first, babe, I need you first.”

I think about arguing with him, but I swear his mouth is magic and the second his lips and tongue touch me, all rational thought just leaks out of my brain until I’m writhing underneath him. When his mouth closes around my clit and he groans, the vibrations tip me over the edge until I’m screaming and thrashing, clenching down on his fingers, held down by his firm grip on my hips.

He chuckles under his breath at me, all satisfied alpha male at making me lose my damn mind, and I yank at his hair until he crawls back up my body.

When he kisses me, I groan at the taste of myself on his lips and decide that this isn’t enough. I can’t wait any longer; we’ve been slow enough. I need every fucking inch of him.

“I need you. I’m on birth control, and I know we’re both clean, so I need you inside me right now,” I whisper against his lips. He groans and pulls away, his hips jerking to rub his dick against the soft skin of my belly. He opens his mouth, and I cut him off.

“I know what I’m doing. Okay, I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, but I know that I want you so don’t argue with me.”

He scoffs and laughs at me then slides his hand back down my stomach until two fingers slip back inside me. I frown at him, ready to chew him out for trying to distract me, when he adds a third, and my heart stutters in my chest at the stretch.

Oh.

Right.

I scramble until I get my shirt and bra off, my skirt and panties are a little more tricky because Harley refuses to stop kissing and touching me, even for a second, but I manage it somehow. I feel a little frantic as I yank his shirt off, my legs starting to shake as he crooks his fingers inside me and rubs my G spot mercilessly. I gasp out his name as I come again, and my hands become useless. I swear I must black out a little because the next thing I know he’s gone, standing to take the rest of his clothes off, thank fuck.

He’s fucking perfection, and I can’t breathe when I look at him. How is that still possible, after months of kisses and touches, orgasms and blowjobs, how can I still feel lightheaded just looking at him?

He smiles at me, slow and so fucking adoringly I want to die, and then he settles back on top of me again, kissing me until I’m panting.

“You sure?” Harley mumbles against my mouth, and I bite his lip until he grunts back at me and shifts his hips, lining himself up and pushing in.

The stretch is uncomfortable, just this side of pain, but I’m no stranger to things that hurt and he kisses me to distract me. I’m so fucking full of him, I can’t breathe, but I don’t even want the air in my lungs anymore if it means we have to stop.

“Babe, fuck, babe…” he mumbles into my skin and I nod, tugging and pulling until finally he moves, rolling his hips and holy fuck this is it. This is how I want to die. Impaled by Harley’s fucking dick, stretching and filling me until I’m his.

He catches my lips with his in another blistering kiss and rocks slowly inside of me until I can’t take the easy pace anymore, desperate for more, and I bite his lip again.

His control snaps and the next stroke is harder, building and building until he’s slamming into me, and fuck if that isn’t exactly what I need. I hold onto his shoulders, his neck, fucking anything I can and he doesn’t stop.

It’s fucking perfect.

He shifts to hold himself on one arm, slipping his hand between our bodies, and the second his fingers touch my clit, I’m gone. All I see is white light and pure fucking bliss. I hear him grunt my name and his hips stutter to a stop, grinding rather than pounding.

When I blink up at him, trying to get my eyes working again, he grins down at me like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m his soul, his reason for being.

I have to duck my head and blink rapidly because I will not be that pathetic girl who cries after her first time, and he scoffs at me, pulling out to go clean up, and I kind of think he’s giving me a second to pull myself together. It’s sweet.

Harley cleans me up too because apparently, he’s a gentleman, then he climbs back into bed and bundles me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, secure in his arms, listening to his heartbeat like I had for days in the hospital. His mom’s heart locket glints in the light as he catches his breath.

“How did Joey get a hold of the locket? You said you’d been trying to get it back for years.”

He grunts and shifts so he can thread his fingers through my hair, stroking my back until I’m a boneless mess.

“The first time I went to juvie was also the first time Avery and Ash even knew I existed. Senior wouldn’t let Alice and my mom see each other. Used to fucking kill Ma, they were as close as Ash and Avery are as kids. So they didn’t know about me until Social Services knocked on the big, ugly fucking door at Beaumont Manor and Senior had his staff turn them away. But the kids all heard my name, heard how I was related, and Avery started to pull strings until I got out. She got me into boarding school with them and away from my grandfather. I was too fucking scared to wear the locket in middle school. Scared I’d lose it, scared I’d break it. It was like a fucking night light, I’d go to sleep with it in my hand. Joey found out and broke into my room and stole it. I raged out, destroyed the whole room, went after Joey; the only reason I didn’t kill him was because Ash and Blaise stopped me. I fucking hated Ash for stopping me. I didn’t know… I didn’t know what was going on. I thought he was picking that psycho over me. Avery had to do a fuck load of mediation to get us through that. Now I feel like a dick. He was being fucking tortured and protecting us all and there I was being pissy at him for it.”

I blink away tears and clear my throat. “He doesn’t blame you. He only blames Senior and Joey. He’s as fierce as Aves with his love. He’s just a dick about it.”

Harley chuckles, the rumble loud and warm against my ear. “I don’t regret anything, babe. It got us here. I’d do it all again, and Ash and Morrison would too.”

THIRTY-THREE

Harley tells me not to make plans for my Saturday.