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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Ezra
Harlow waits for me in the lobby of the gym, looking incredible as always in her gym gear. Leaning down to give her a kiss, I ignore the glances and glares from every man in there as I grin down atmygirl.
“I missed you,” I say.
“You’ve got me.” If those aren’t the perfect words to hear.
We head into the room where Sawyer is finishing up with his previous client. While he walks toward us, Harlow strips off her overshirt, wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him down for a passionate kiss. I don’t know if she’s staking her claim or she just really missed him, but either way, possessive Harlow is hot as fuck. Sawyer kisses her back like he quite likes it too. With a glare, the woman leaves.
“Fuck. Are we training, or do I need to lock the door?” I direct at Sawyer.
“Training. There’s cameras in here,” Sawyer says, taking a step back from Harlow and discreetly rearranging himself. Shame.
We’re working on some close-combat self-defense, which is mainly grappling and learning ways to get out of holds. It’s basically for Harlow to learn how to use the opponent’s strength and size against them, as she probably won’t get grabbed by anyone smaller than her. I’m watching Sawyer and joining in, because I’ll practice with Harlow too, but also so he can teach me some hand-to-hand combat maneuvers. After what happened to Nico, it can’t hurt.
Today, though, Harlow keeps faltering. She seems to know the moves, but it’s like she forgets them halfway through. It takes me longer than it should to realize that Sawyer is teasing her. Every time he grabs her, he’s brushing over her nipples. Every time she’s pinned, his hand trails up her inner thigh. And each subtle caress makes that sexy blush more prominent over her chest.
She’s taken to the mat again, and he flexes his hips, her mouth parting on a near silent gasp as she feels him against her. Her reflexes start to become jerky, like she’s not focusing, but then they become slow and languid. She’s not trying to win—she’s content being wound up as she naturally melts into him. It’s like a game of cat and mouse, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not even sure who’s winning. They both seem to be getting what they want. I could watch it for hours, my dick sitting solid in my shorts.
They get into a tussle on the ground and Harlow starts to crawl away, but he easily grabs her thigh, flips her onto her back, and holds her legs against his chest. Then, quick as lightning, he bares her ass and plunges into her slit. He grinds once, twice, then pulls out and puts their clothing back to rights. If I wasn’t watching them both so intently, I’d have missed the whole thing, and there’s no way the camera will be able to see anything due to the angle. She lays there for a few seconds, mouth open as she blinks slowly at Sawyer’s smug-as-fuck face before she lets him pull her to her feet. He then spins her to face the clock on the wall.
“My class will be here in a second,” he says, “and there’s no way on this earth they’re going to see you come.” She shivers in his arms, and he kisses the back of her neck, right over her tattoo. Just as he pulls back, the first member walks in. Good timing. They join me over by the bench and I pull her into my arms.
“You’re the sexiest woman in the world,” I tell her truthfully. “And now, I get to take you home and relieve you of all that pent-up frustration.” I smirk at Sawyer.
“Asshole,” he says good-naturedly.
On the way home, Harlow is quiet, and I wonder what’s caused the change in mood.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says distractedly before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A sure sign she’s worrying about something. I stop us in the street, free her lip, and cup her cheek.
“Talk to me,” I say.
“What’s the deal with sex between us?” she asks. “Like, with you and Sawyer? Are there rules?”
“Do you want there to be rules?” I ask.
“Not necessarily... but should I tell one of you if I’m going to have sex with the other one? Is that weird for you two?”
“Harlow, thinking of taking you while you’re sated and pliable, all worked up by someone else, is the hottest thought,” I say truthfully before laying a kiss to her shoulder. “Getting to make you come when someone else has brought you to the edge—the hottest thought.” Another kiss to her neck. “Seeing where someone else has been, whether that’s your swollen lips or their cum dripping out of you—the hottest fucking thought.” She sways slightly, and I tighten my arms around her waist, pulling back so she’s staring up at me with wide eyes and a parted mouth. I don’t think I could’ve been any clearer. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I think you should probably get me home and naked as soon as possible, okay?”
“Good, because I’ve been hard since you half-stripped for Sawyer, and I need to be inside you pronto.”
I’m pressed into her from behind as she unlocks her door, kissing the exposed skin of her shoulder and stroking the underside of her breast through her crop top, desperate to shed some of these clothes.
“I still can’t believe I get to do this,” I murmur into her skin.
“You can do a lot more than that,” she replies, pressing her ass against my crotch, and I groan.
“Hurry up!” I growl as she fumbles with the keys.
“You’re distracting me,” she laughs breathily. Just then, my front door opens on the other side of the hall, and Eli stands there.
