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And she does. Within moments, her body quivers and her jaw relaxes. I pull back and she takes a deep breath before she screams as she comes.
“Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful when you come.” At that, she looks at me and grabs my ass again, forcing me forward and back into her wet, warm mouth. I don’t hesitate then, moving faster, chasing my release, and I hold on to her jaw and let go.
“Fuck!” I roar, as I touch the back of her throat and shoot my release into her mouth. She swallows, and I grip onto the table to remain upright, before I ease out of her and look down at her. Her eyes are sex drunk, her lips are red and glossy, and she smiles. It is then, looking at her smiling face, that a thought enters my mind. One that never has before.
I am going to marry this girl.
23
HARRISON
It feels like a lifetime ago since I was here. But the memory of Beth in her tight yoga pants is still ingrained in my mind, a memory I pull forward almost every night when I am in the shower without her. Now, knowing that she is just down the hall doing that very class, I need to force myself to sit with her father and his friend Larry to watch them play chess.
“So, you’re here on your own on a Sunday?” her father asks me as he eyes me suspiciously.
“Well, I never really stop working, and I wanted to come to the center to see how it operates. Get a feel for the community,” I say by way of explanation. I clear my throat.Is it hot in here?How do I tell him the truth? How much has Beth told him about us, since we’re keeping this a secret?
“Mmhmm…” I hear Larry mumble under his breath, his eyes glued to the chess board as he takes his turn.
“Wouldn't have anything to do with the fact my daughter is here doing yoga today, would it?” Beth’s father spears me with a look that tells me he knows exactly why I am here, and it is not to win votes.
“Beth and I have been spending some time together. I enjoy her company,” I say, trying to be honest without spilling too much. Quickly looking around me to ensure no one else is listening.
“Beth is many great things, but let me tell you, she is my one and only, so tread very carefully, Harrison.” We have a good rapport, built solely on the fact that we are both die hard Ravens fans, and I had a wonderful afternoon on his sofa screaming at the football on TV alongside him after the hospital visit. We bonded much to Beth’s dismay, and even though I hear his warning loud and clear, he follows it with a small nod and a brief smile that tells me he also approves.
“Mr. Rothschild!” a man’s voice exclaims beside me, and I turn in time to see the center’s manager, Jeff something-a-rather, walking up to me.
“I didn’t know we were to expect you today,” he says, as I stand and shake his hand in greeting.
“Just a casual visit with the community to talk and to listen.”
“Oh, well, Larry and George are in an excellent position to tell you all about the center and everyone in it, as they are here almost every day,” Jeff says as he moves a little to stand next to Beth’s father’s chair. It is an odd move I don’t really understand.
I hear Larry murmur again, this time his eyes flicking quickly to meet mine before they lower just as fast back down to the chess game in front of him.
“Harrison?” I hear Beth's breathy voice from behind me, and I turn.
“Hey, ba… Beth,” I say, catching myself before I call her baby in front of everyone who has gathered.
“What are you doing here?” she asks as her eyes light up upon seeing me, and the fact that I can do that to her makes me feel like a king. But I don’t miss Jeff as his eyes roam over her. I don’t like the way he looks at her. Not one bit.
“He was just popping in to talk to the local people,” Jeff answers for me, and when I look at him, my eyebrows crease.Did he just talk for me?
“Of course,” Beth says, waving her hand around like there is no other possible reason that I would be here. Yet the image of the woman standing in front of me all sweaty and in her gym clothes is another memory I can now pull on and the sole reason for me being here on my one day off a week. Her hair is up in a messy bun, her body has a light sheen of sweat, her breasts look fucking fantastic, and I really, really want to peel her clothes off her right now.
“I was just chatting to your dad and Larry here for the last hour or so. They are serious chess players,” I say with a smile, one that she matches and her father clears his throat behind me, bringing our attention back to the situation and not solely focusing on each other.
“Beth, why don’t you give Harrison a tour of the vegetable garden out the back,” her father mumbles, and I raise my eyebrows. The old man is giving me an opportunity. Seems like he is very switched on.
“Of course, let’s go,” she says, her smile beaming, and I follow her out the door.
“What are you really doing here?” she whispers to me as we step through the back garden, where large tomato plants are blooming and competing with the peppers.
“I had some free time and wanted to see you,” I say honestly. Because seeing her is all I can think about outside the campaign trail. We continue walking, farther down the path, into the bushy garden and away from prying eyes.
“You saw me yesterday and last night! Anyone can see us here… it probably isn’t smart…” Her look of concern guts me, because I know deep down that I am the cause of it. We pause, standing behind a large lemon tree, and I see her eyes darting all around the yard, ensuring no one else is here.
“Will you calm down? No one is here.” I grab both her hands in mine and caress her palms with my thumbs.
