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She falls back onto the counter, her breathing heavy and labored. I lift her legs, put them around my neck and slide my hands under her sweet ass. I lift her to my mouth, and feast on her as she grips the edges of the counter, and bucks against my face. Jesus, I love giving her this kind of pleasure.
I eat at her, fuck her with my tongue, my cock so goddamn hard, it’s ready to drill through the side of my kitchen island. Her sweet pussy rocks against my mouth and I bury my face in deeper, until she’s coming all over me, soaking my face, and dripping down my chin. I fucking love it.
“Liam,” she calls out and I glance up to take in the way her head is going from side to side, her hair a tangled mess beneath her and come to the fast realization that she’s never looked more beautiful.
When she stops spasming, I break from between her legs, and she goes up on her hands, her eyes dazed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I pull her to me, and she wraps her legs around my body as I pull a chair from the table and settle on it.
As she sits on my lap, her breasts before my mouth, I take one nipple between my teeth and gently clamp down. “I’m going to need to fuck these soon,” I say, and she wiggles against me, her hot pussy soaking my thighs.
“Liam,” she says, and I glance up at her, take pleasure in the aroused look on her face. A look I put there, and if she agrees, I’ll continue to put there long after our summer ends. Fuck, I’d like nothing better than to keep her here forever, for her and Gavin and maybe even a few more kids to fill my house with love and laughter long after our agreed-upon hook-up ends. For the first time in my grown life, I’m not afraid to be myself, not afraid someone won’t like the guy I am. Harper has given me the gift of being myself, of liking that guy I am with her. More importantly, I’m pretty sure she likes that guy too.
“Yeah?”
“Not close enough.”
Knowing exactly what she’s saying and what she wants—what I want too—I lift her, and hold her over my raging erection. She squirms, trying to get on me, but I lower her gently, offering one inch at a time, until her eyes are rolling back in her head. Once I’m seated high, I put my hands around her, holding her down.
“Close enough?” I ask, reveling in the feel of her against my body.
“Finally,” she says with a little breathless sigh and rakes her hands through my hair, tugging gently to pull my head back, my mouth open. Her lips meet mine, and our tongues play and tangle as we both sit there, not moving as we simply enjoy my cock high inside her body. It’s strange really, just to be sitting idle like this, buried inside her, but it’s also perfect, like we’re both finally at peace, existing as one, like it completes us.
I run my hands down her back, and we explore one another, touching, tasting, and teasing. Soon enough she begins to rock her hips, slowly, gently, twirling my cock inside her tight body. she sits up a little straighter, takes one of her breasts in her hands and feeds it to me. I lap at her, swirl my tongue around her peaked nipples, until her head falls back, my name on her tongue.
I move with her, sliding my cock in and out, until nothing exists but the two of us. We cling to each other, both taking and giving, and soon enough she’s coming all over my cock again. I suck in air as her heat scorches me, and when I finally deplete myself, I cup her face, bring it to mine and press soft kisses to her mouth. I need to tell her. I need to confess, tell her that I’ve fallen for her. I open my mouth about to do just that, but slam it shut again when her eyes go wide, like she’s just witnessed a car wreck.
“Harper?
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Harper
“Liam,” I say. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Shit.” He grabs a fistful of hair and tugs. “I can’t believe I forgot.” I take in the worry in his eyes as he gazes at me, and I’m pretty sure I have the identical look on my face. It’s clear he doesn’t want children, and heck, I don’t either. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do want children, just not outside of marriage again. He takes my face in his hands. “I’m clean, Harper. I don’t have sex without protection. I promise.”
“I believe you,” I say, and I do. He has no reason to lie to me, and from everything I’ve seen in Liam, he’s a good man.
His eyes narrow. “But pregnancy. Are you on the pill?”
I shake my head, kicking myself for not getting on the pill when we agreed to this hook-up. “I’m not. I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time,” I admit, but get the sense that he knows that anyway.
“Is that morning after pill really a thing?” He shakes his head. “Sorry for being stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. If you always used protection, you had no need to think about a morning after pill.”
He tugs on his hair. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
“I forgot too.” I search his face, and I swear I’ve never seen him look more vulnerable than he does right now. “I think we’re okay. I know where I am in my cycle and I was a bit crampy earlier today. But I can look into that tomorrow, if you want me to.”
He looks down, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in his busy brain. “I don’t…” His gaze lifts, and he exhales. “It won’t make you sick or anything, will it?”
I smile, loving his concern for me. “No, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
He snorts and shakes his head, his eyes wide, incredulous. “Can you imagine if we got pregnant.”
Actually, yes I can.
“Nope, can’t imagine,” I say as he gazes at me, and for the briefest of seconds, I think he might actually like the idea. “Want to go for a swim?” I ask, needing a moment to get myself together, because suddenly the thoughts of having this man’s child, of us all being a family, floods my system with emotions that frighten me a little. It’s been a long time since I put myself out there, or wanted to. Liam made it so damn easy, and while I trust him—I really do believe he's more than the rule breaker—I’m not one hundred percent sure we want the same thing. While a part of me wants to ask, there is another part of me that’s too afraid. What if I ruin our last week together, and while we agreed not to let this come between him and Gavin, what if it does? What if I was the reason he walks out of Gavin’s life? My God, I’d never forgive myself.
