Being woken with Harlow’s mouth on my cock is a pleasure like I’ve never felt before. It isn’t just about the sexual heat; the emotional involvement with the woman who’s doing it makes it that much better. A moan slips out of my mouth before I can help it, and I reach under the blankets to fist her hair in my hands. Her mouth slides along my length, and an electric current of intense desire rams its way into my body, causing my balls to tighten. Holy fuck, I’m going to finish quicker than a schoolboy on prom night. Pulling her up from where she is, I settle her above me, her thighs on either side of mine and her eyes sparkling.
“Good morning.” The huskiness of her voice sends a shiver of need down my spine as her lips quirk up, mirroring the mischief in her eyes.
“Hmm, good morning indeed.” Before she can respond, I lift her again and lower her down onto my dick, her saliva helping me slide home as a groan leaves her mouth and her eyes become hooded. She rests her hand on my chest and leans forward, her hair hanging down until a curtain of blonde surrounds us. “Now it’s an even better morning,” I rumble as she circles her hips.
Pushing her hair out of our faces, I watch her ride my length, a flash of lust tightening low down. “Yeah, baby, that's it. Ride my cock. You know, that’s what I thought about the first time I saw you riding those horses. I was so mad at myself for imagining it was my dick you were riding instead. I could tell by the way you moved your hips that it would be amazing, so I sat there with my cock harder than a rock for this woman we knew nothing about.” She smirks before biting her lip, and my heart gets a little bit more attached. Her concentration on her own pleasure is sexy as fuck. Fuck, I had been skeptical when my brothers suggested this arrangement, but I’m so fucking grateful I was open minded enough to give it a go. They’re going to be smug as fuck when I tell them that I’m falling in love with her, but I think I have been from the start. That fire and passion and tenacity that she’s held so fiercely despite everything that has been thrown at her are nothing short of amazing.
Grabbing her by the waist, I help her when her movements start to falter as her pussy tightens around my dick. It clamps down around my cock, a rush of heat and warmth, as she throws her head back and shouts, “Fuck yes!” Grabbing her own breasts and tweaking her nipples, she rides out her pleasure like a wanton goddess. I feel myself drawn to look at her. My eyes can’t wander, and my mind barely has the wherewithal to even come up with words at this point. Everything I am right now is wrapped up in her. As she starts to slow, I take over, thrusting once, twice, before I find my completion, her name a prayer on my lips.
* * *
Ashort time later, I convince her that she should probably get dressed before the games room is invaded by the rest of my family. I’m not too manly to admit that the grumble she lets out as she rolls out of bed can’t be described as anything other than cute. I can’t help myself; when her pert ass is in the air, I move closer and take a bite, earning an even cuter yelp as she moves quicker than I’ve ever seen her move before.
“Okay, okay, I'm going.” She swats at me, and another chuckle leaves my mouth. I lie back, hands behind my head, watching her cover up her tight little body, and it hits me that this is the most I’ve laughed in a long time. In fact, last night the whole family was just happier, the atmosphere lighter. Though I'm pretty sure there won't be so many happy faces this morning. Thoughtful faces, yes. Very hungover faces, absolutely.
A shirt hitting me in the face knocks me out of my musings. “Come on, stud, hurry up. I'm going to get breakfast started. It’s up to you to clean up down here.” Harlow leans in and kisses me before disappearing up the stairs.
The smile on my face is wide as I climb out and find my sweats next to the pool table and pull them on. I make quick work of removing the sheets and throwing them in a pile to take upstairs before putting the sofa to rights once more. Then I survey the room. There are glasses everywhere from my siblings, so I quickly gather them and set them in the dishwasher behind the bar before adding detergent and turning it on. Grabbing a cloth, I wipe over all the sticky surfaces, leaving the edge of the pool table for last, then ditching the cloth once done.
Thankfully, there are no hard-to-explain stains, though I’m not sure it would bother any of my brothers. I’m just pushing all the chairs back into the poker table and thinking about turning on the air to disperse some of the sex smell when my phone vibrates in the pocket of my sweats. I’d put it on silent last night, not wanting to be disturbed, but I was waiting on some information from one of my production teams, so hopefully this is it.
Sure enough, it's my production team telling me the reality show for Ninja Starfish has been hashed out and is ready for me to green light it. I need to set up a meeting with Holden and the guys to go over the details, which should probably happen before we go to Europe so the team can get the ball rolling while we’re away. As I send a quick response, thundering footsteps on the stairs have me looking up. Kai comes down, taking two at a time, a wild expression on his face.
“Where’s Harlow?” he asks breathlessly as he looks around the room like I’m hiding her under a table. I finish up my text and shove my phone back in my pocket.
“In the kitchen. She said she was going to get started on breakfast. What's wrong?”
“Thomas said that he got a phone call from security at the front gate. A whole heap of media vans just pulled up, so I googled us. Look what that bitch did!”
He holds up his own phone, the screen showing one of the big media outlet’s breaking news page.“Summers heirs in incestuous poly relationship with their new sister” is across the screen in big letters with photos of Harlow with Jaxon and separately with Kai in Hawaii, as well as her with Holden at a club.
“Holy shit.” My mouth drops open, and I can’t even try to hide the shock hitting me now. “Cecelia. She couldn't talk about the twins, so she gave them an even better story. Fuck, what else did she tell them? About Oli and Den, maybe? Thankfully, she doesn't know about Jacinta's prospective harem. Come on.” I slap him on the shoulder and take the stairs the same way he did. I can hear him following behind me, but we don't make it past the front door before it’s flying open, an enraged Thomas stepping across the threshold.
“Fuck!” he screams, then launches his cell across the room where it hits a wall and practically disintegrates. Holy shit, Thomas has become pretty unflappable since the Clarissa incident, so to see him like this now is really concerning.
“Hey, man, it will be okay. We’ll call a press conference to release a statement. Everything will be fine.” Kai pats Thomas on the shoulder, but he shrugs him off, pacing back and forth across the entry foyer.
“That's not it. I don't care about the fucking press. I care about the photos. How the fuck did they get those? The trip to Hawaii wasn't announced to the press, and both shots were taken using long-range telescopic lenses. The one of her and Holden leaving the club and getting into the limo is the same. There was no press around that night, so where did that shot come from? Why would a random person take those photos and then offer them just when the media outlets needed them?” He stops ranting, staring at us both until we realize what he’s saying.
“They wouldn’t, but Harlow’s stalker might,” Kai points out, appearing to be as distressed as I feel. Fuck.
“Assuming Cecelia leaked these stories, does that mean she also has a connection with Harlow's stalker? Or did the stalker leak the story as another way to distract us? Or, holy shit, what if sheisthe stalker?” My mind whirls with both possibilities.
Thomas runs a hand through his already disheveled red hair. “I don't know, but when I called Jake last night to look into her background, I also asked to make sure she went home instead of taking a side trip to Oli’s shop or the office to destroy anything. He had some local connections put on it, but Cecelia never returned to her apartment. She seems to have vanished into thin air between leaving here and the time he was able to mobilize his guys. They've started searching, but as of now there’s no sign of her.” There’s blatant guilt in his voice that’s totally undeserved but totally Thomas. I might be protective of my siblings, particularly my sister, but Thomasreallytakes the idea of keeping us safe from threats to a new level. He seems to take it personally every time something slips through the cracks to hurt us. Even when there’s no logical way he could’ve acted differently to stop it.
“Don't be too hard on yourself. You weren't to know.” As usual, Kai can be counted on to read the emotions in the room. My goof of a brother is very socially literate, and even though some of us might be professional charmers, there’s just something about Kai that’s so good and caring. He notices people, and there was no way that Thomas’ unwarranted guilt was going to slip by him either.
“I can't believe we had her right under our noses and didn't know. But if she’s the stalker, she can’t be acting alone. She had alibis for some of the incidents. And why? She was already fucking with all of us, so why bother complicating things by adding Harlow to her list? With her blackmailing Dad, what threat does Harlow pose? She wasn’t even connected to the dirt Cecelia was holding over his head. Not to mention she always acted like she wanted in his pants or his bank account, and Harlow’s no threat to either of those. Dad’s got more than enough money to go around.” Thomas’ brow is creased in confusion as he blows out a sigh and bends down to pick up the pieces of his destroyed cell.
“Yeah, I wonder why Dad went along with that from the start instead of telling her to fuck off?” Kai bends to help him, not noticing the door to Dad’s wing has opened. He’s standing there with Emma and Molly behind him.
“Well, your dad’s not a superhuman, and I panicked. Yes, I was probably not going to be charged with child trafficking, but the press surrounding it would have been bad enough to make our family miserable for a long while. Then there’s the fact that I had no idea how the twins would react. I assured myself that I would get a handle on things and then tell them so I could get rid of her, but I guess I got comfortable. Better the devil you know and everything. If I could keep an eye on her, then maybe I could figure out where she had learned the information. But I never did, unfortunately.” He sounds sad, and regret is flashing in his eyes as he twists his hands together in a nervous gesture, one I haven't seen him do for a long time. Emma eases her hands in between his and stills their motion, simply holding his hand in comfort with no words necessary. Molly reaches for his shoulder and gives him a squeeze of support. Well, hello, Dad, you dog. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation and the fact that I would be disrespecting his women, I might have asked to high-five him.
“So what's going on? Why the long faces? Is everyone feeling a little rough this morning?” Dad asks, trying to ease the tension with a joke and a smile, but unfortunately it falls flat. Thomas tells him about the media fallout, and Dad's face becomes thunderous.
“She did what!” he yells, and we all jump. Mild-mannered Dad just about did his own Hulk out. “Get our lawyers on the phone,” he orders, and I nod, pulling my cell out of my sweats and jabbing in the number, but Kai jumps up and stops me.
“Before we get too worked up, let's have breakfast. From the smell of it, I'm pretty sure Harlow has been doing some cooking. She also needs to be told about it before she looks at any social media or anything this morning.” Kai pulls out the sensible card and gets everyone calmed down and moving toward the kitchen. Molly and Emma hang back, and I can see they’re about to try and make their excuses, but I just wrap an arm around each of them so they have to walk with me.
