I couldn’t help it. I’d known that boundless confidence had to come from somewhere, but clearly, it wasn’t his bank account or his family name like I previously would have guessed. For a guy with such a massive… trust fund, I’d have thought he would have to be lacking in some way.
He wasn’t.
Harrison’s lips curved into something between a smug grin and a satisfied smirk when he caught me staring. Then my jaw outright dropped when he wrapped his fist around himself and stroked, gaze locked on mine.
Once. Twice. His hand moved slowly, but with intent. Then he stopped and tore open the condom, rolling it on with deft precision before he climbed onto the bed with that same grin on his face.
“Why do you look so scandalized all of a sudden?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. “Never seen a dick before?”
“Not having that done to it.”
He laughed, but the sound wasn’t condescending. It was warm and comfortable as he settled between my legs. “We’re getting married. You’re going to have to get used to that, too.”
I felt his broad tip nudge at my entrance and spread my legs wider. Sliding my arms around his neck, I hooked my ankles behind his hips. “I have no problem with that.”
Honestly, the sight had ignited a fire within me that the sharp thrust of his hips only fueled. My body rose up to meet his, our mouths clashing together again as he worked his way inside me. So full that I could barely breathe and still sensitive from before, pleasure zapped through me immediately, intensified by every slow withdrawal and every hard thrust back in.
I felt his muscles roll and tense above me, swallowed by the consuming presence of Harrison Westwood all around. Inside me. On top of me. The expensive, masculine scent of him in my nostrils and the slick, hot feel of his skin against my own.
The next thing I knew, I was going off like a firework, screaming his name as I surrendered entirely to tidal wave of pleasure that swept me under. Vaguely aware of him grinding out my name as his rhythm faltered and he slammed into me one last time, I was ready to drift off to sleep almost immediately after.
Harrison kissed me again, then helped me get cleaned up after getting rid of the condom. All without another word being spoken between us, he pressed a tender kiss to my temples when he climbed back into bed, gathering me in his arms and holding me close as I finally fell asleep.
CHAPTER 27
HARRISON
I stood in front of Aurelia’s espresso machine, staring at it like it was an alien life form. There were buttons everywhere, a little screen blinking at me, and steam hissing in a way that seemed vaguely threatening. It’d been at least ten minutes, and in that time, the only thing I’d learned was that I had no idea how to make a proper cup of coffee with this thing.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, my phone buzzed on the counter. I snatched it up, my heart jumping when I saw it was Jameson.
“Hey,” he said, his voice bright over the line. Some of the tension deep within me eased. If he sounded happy, everyone was fine. “Congratulations are in order, Uncle Harrison. Claire has been born and she’s perfect.”
I felt my chest tighten, a smile spreading without me even meaning for it to happen. “That’s great. Is Laney okay?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Sterling was grinning like a fool earlier. They’re all fine. Sadie and I thought we might hold off on visiting for a few hours. We want to give them a bit of time to settle in and recover.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process the news while also glancing at the machine again, wondering wherethe hell the instruction manual was. “What time are you guys going?”
“Around eleven,” Jameson replied. “Are you coming?”
I hesitated, thinking about Aurelia. She was still fast asleep, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow and her lips slightly parted in a way that had made me want to crawl back into bed, but I knew I had to see Laney, Sterling, and Claire too.
“Yeah,” I said finally. “We’ll go together. I’ll meet you there.”
After he hung up, I set the phone back down on the counter and turned back to the espresso machine. I’d never faced such an aggressively complicated contraption, but I jabbed at a few more buttons, still hoping something would miraculously happen when the phone buzzed again.
I picked it up, assuming it was Jameson again because he’d forgotten to lecture me about bringing a gift, or maybe Callum, calling to let me know about the birth. I didn’t even glance at the screen, too busy scowling at the godforsaken machine that seemed to be intent on withholding caffeine from us this morning.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?” a sharp, startled, feminine voice said at the other end of the line.
I frowned. “Uh, this is Harrison. You calledme, remember? Who is this?”
There was a beat of silence. “I didn’t call you. This is Regina Van Alen and I called my daughter. Why are you answering her phone first thing in the morning?”
On instinct, I pulled the phone away from my ear, but yep. This wasn’t mine. It was Aurelia’s. Mine was still lying where I’d put it down on theotherside of the coffee machine.
