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But his lips are turned up in a gaping smile, his eyes squeezed tight. He’s holding his stomach from laughter, not from indigestion.
I chuckle, “Are you okay?”
He only laughs harder, briefly nodding through his peals of wheezing laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
Harley spits out the explanation in drips and drabs as he catches his breath, “My dick…is so big…it has superpowers …to repel women?”
“Well, when you say it like that,” I reply, joining him in laughter and letting out the most unattractive snort.
And then, without warning, I’m on my back.
He’s over me, and I gape up at him as his hand slides down the front of my shorts again.
I gasp. “You’re not mad?”
Harley shakes his head and rubs his nose against mine. “No. It’s fucked up, sure. But it’s also kind of a turn-on.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“But I misjudged you.”
He answers only with a signature sweet kiss to my lips.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Harley
I’ve been manipulated before. I’ve had people use me to get what they wanted. I’ve known plenty of people with ulterior motives.
As a generally good guy with a sunny disposition and a trusting outlook, that kind of shit happens.
People take advantage of me, and I’ve let them.
But I don’t put up with that shit anymore.
With Charlotte, she’s the first person to manipulate me for the sole reason of keeping me close.
Damn if I don’t find that sexy. Is it fucked up? Sure, but I do not care.
And then she turned me down because she thinks I’m too damn big to fit?
She’s in for a pleasant surprise.
We Wood brothers tend not to let things stand in our way when the heart is involved.
My hands gripped tight on her ass, I stand up with her legs wrapped around me. The squeal she lets out has my cock twitching.
She’s in for a chorus of squealing; I have the feeling Charlotte is fucking loud in the bedroom.
“Where are we going?”
“As nice as your sofa is, you deserve your first time to be in a bed. Which way to your bedroom?”
She motions with her head and gives me a small, shy smile, a pink color creeping up her chest. “That way.”
Her room is draped in every sort of creature comfort. Pillows and blankets cover every surface—the bed, the chair by the bookcase, the chaise. Every corner has plants, lamps, knick-knacks, and stacks of books. An empty mug sits on a side table where I imagine her starting her day with a little reading, wrapped up in a blanket with her coffee.
