“You’re so… fucking tight…” Harley rasped. “How the fuck does anyone last?”
I laughed—a genuine laugh—as he took me by surprise.That was definitely not what I expected him to say.
“Yeah,” I replied because I understood that dilemma all too well. “Just move, princess. The waiting is killing me. I need to feel you move.”
He adjusted his position for better leverage and pulled out. The first thrust was shallow, dragging slowly out and pushing back with a wet slide. So was the second, as he worked to find his rhythm. I hooked my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his ass as I urged him for more.
Every thrust was deliberate and deep, the head of his cock grinding over my prostate with the kind of precision that had my eyes rolling back. His mouth trailed over my jaw and overmy neck in heated, open-mouthed kisses. I touched every inch of him I could, palming his ass and digging my fingers into his skin. The bed creaked and hit the wall as his pace picked up.
I reached between us and fisted my own aching cock, stroking myself in tandem with each of his thrusts. The dual sensation threatened to short-circuit my mind as pleasure coiled vicious and tight around my spine.
“Harder,” I ordered. “Fuck me harder.”
His teeth sank into my neck playfully.
“Say please,” Harley retorted. With my free hand, I fisted a handful of his hair to yank him back and dragged his mouth against mine in a rough kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
“Fuck me harder…please.”
With a guttural sound, he obeyed. His rhythm picked up, becoming harder and faster. Each snap against my ass drove the breath right out of my lungs. My legs hitched up higher on his sides, adjusting the angle so that every thrust sent an additional wave of pleasure through my body.
We devolved into a need-fueled mess as he chased his release, and I chased mine. Sweat slicked our skin, and the room filled with grunts and groans. My muscles went rigid, and my breath caught in my lungs as the catastrophic buildup shattered inside me. Hot cum painted my stomach, pulsing out with each clench around his dick.
My release triggered his. His movements turned frantic, the tension thrumming through him. Harley’s mouth slammed into mine as he buried himself as deeply inside of me as he possibly could, his body shuddering as he came. I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs to hold him close while his cum flooded my body.
His forehead tipped to mine as we gasped, chests heaving with the aftermath, breaths mingling hot and uneven. We lay there in the quiet wreckage, bodies tangled together. Something crackedopen in my chest—something I wasn’t quite ready to deal with. To face. To say out loud.
I was in love with Harley.
CHAPTER 37
maverick
After breakfast atThe Boathouse, I was flying high. Harley had held my hand. In public. Where everyone could see us. This thing that had been a secret for us out of necessity was out in the open, and it seemed like Harley wanted that. He hadn’t said so much in words, but he was the one who took my hand as we left the restaurant.
I carried that feeling with me as I drove us past the rich side of town, where the lake met low cliffs, and everything turnedto thick forest. A long tin building stood at the far end of a dusty parking lot.Wake & Wreckwas the weirdest store on the island. One part offered boat rentals, one part offered dirt bike rentals, and the center, where they came together, offered snacks, drinks, and hiking gear rentals.
Parking out of the way, I held out a hand to Harley. His fingers entwined with mine, and he let me take the lead as I headed toward the dirt bike side ofWake & Wreck.
Ripp Cutter was in the open garage, changing tires on an old yellow dirt bike. He was in his late thirties with long blond hair tied back behind a bandana, tanned skin, and a permanent scowl. Despite his grumpy expression, he was a pretty chill guy. Every so often, he tossed me a shift or two helping him fix up the bikes. In return, I could take one out for a ride whenever I wanted.
“You got two in the shop?” I asked as a way of greeting.
He grunted and rocked back on his heels as he grabbed the dirt rag from his back pocket. He took his time wiping his hands and standing up. The man was impossibly tall. He said six-eight, I said bullshit, but the inches between us were wild. I had to crane my head back just to get a good look at the guy.
“You know I always got a bike in the back for you. Butyou,” Ripp began as he scrutinized Harley with the kind of stare that could make a hardened man squirm. “You’re going to need to sign a waiver before I ever let you touch a bike. Ain’t no way in hell am I letting you go out without one. The last thing I need is a fucking lawsuit from your mother.”
I bit back a laugh. Yet another fan of Mrs. Lowell.
“I can do that,” Harley replied. His lips were pressed together tightly as he nodded slowly. The complicated look on his face caught my attention.
“All right.” Ripp tossed the dirt rag on the back of the bike and strode toward the inside door.
“Be right there!” I called after him. When we were as alone as we were going to get, I stepped up close to Harley. He leaned forward and kissed me as if on instinct. The notion made my heart swell. “You okay?”
“I was supposed to do breakfast with my mother and… guests this morning,” he muttered, and my heart sank. I tried not to let it get to me as I sighed. He had obligations, and I had to be okay with that.
”Well, I can take you back—”
