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HARRISON

“Your place or mine?”

Arya laughs at the cliché. “Mine is closer.”

“Perfect.” I pause. “Do you have your bike here?”

“No. I came with Taj.”

“Ah. He’s still working?”

She smirks. “Yes.”

“Also perfect. Although I have to be honest, I don’t care if he’s at your place or not, even if we break your bed banging our brains out.”

Her smile beams and we can’t keep our hands off each other as I drive like a Formula 1 racer to her place. She’s incredibly tempting, in a pair of tight little shorts and a sports bra, although she put on a sweater before we went to Bandits. I stroke a hand down her smooth thigh, over her knee, and back up.

Watching her lead that class was seductive as hell. Yoga’s not supposed to be sexy, but when Arya does it, it sure is. The graceful way she moves her strong, flexible body turns me on. She has an actual six pack that’s particularly visible when she arches her back and, Jesus, that’s hot. Even her face when she closes her eyes and breathes, the look of serene focus, is sexy.

I park on the street and we enter the little cottage she shares with Taj. I spin her around, set my hands on her hips and direct her toward her bedroom.

“I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in sex,” I tell her. “But right now, I’m only interested in sex.”

She laughs softly, not resisting my efforts. “Good. Me too.”

“It’s been eighty-four years...” I lament.

She laughs louder. “Slight exaggeration.”

“Feels like it.” In her room, I slide the sweater down her arms, my hands lingering on her skin. “You made me so hot during that class.”

“Um.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “That’s not supposed to happen.”

I bend my head and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Can’t help it.” I tilt my head and kiss her fully, at first soft presses of my mouth, then my tongue sliding out to lick over her bottom lip and inside. With a moan, she opens to me and wraps her arms around me, pressing that tight little body against me. “Fuck, yeah,” I groan into her mouth. I tug the hair tie off her ponytail, then gather up fistfuls of her hair in my hands.

My blood rushes scalding hot through my veins, lust pulsing in my balls.

I release her hair and slide my hands down to her butt. I love squeezing those firm cheeks. I pull her tighter against me, my aching dick pressing against her belly. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. So much.” Her head falls back to allow me to glide my tongue over her throat, suck her skin so gently, then kiss my way back up to her mouth.

I want her out of these little clothes. The shorts come off easily, but the bra gives me trouble. It’s so frickin’ tight I don’t know how she can breathe.

With a soft laugh she wrestles it off over her head.

“There.” I feast my eyes on her tits, Christ, I love them. I cup them gently, reverently. Then my gaze lands on her scar. I go still, and so does she. I trace my fingertips over it, then raise my eyes to her. “I will never, ever hurt you. I swear to you.”

Her eyes shine and her plump bottom lip quivers. “I know. I trust you, Harrison.”

Emotion pushes at the walls of my chest. Those words mean so much.

I capture her mouth in another long, soulful, achingly sweet kiss.

Her hands slide up under my T-shirt, up my sides, over my pecs, which makes my dick twitch. I release her long enough to pull my shirt off, then she pushes my athletic shorts down. She pauses, gentle fingertips lingering on the bruises coming to color on my hip.

I back up toward the bed, bringing her with me, still kissing her. I kneel on the bed and pull her onto her knees too, and I bend to take a nipple in my mouth. She moans, sliding her hand around my neck, over my head, holding me to her breast. Her long hair falls all around us.

As I suck and tongue her nipple, I slide a hand down between her legs. “So wet,” I whisper against her skin. “I love that.” I slip my fingers back and forth between her pouting lips, grazing her clit. Her hands are all over me, up and down my back, my shoulders, scratching my scalp, lighting me on fire. We’re both making needy, gasping, filthy sounds as our mouths and tongues slide together, desperate for each other, wanting more, more.

Her body undulates, rising and falling on her knees to the rhythm of my strokes, then she sets a hand on my chest, pushing me to my back. I smile as she climbs on top, straddling me.

Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.

She smiles too, then bends to kiss my chest, flicking her tongue over my nipples. Electric need burns through me, my engorged cock throbbing.

I hope she still has condoms in her nightstand. I stretch my arm out to yank open the drawer. I overdo it a bit, and it crashes to the floor. “Oops.”

She meets my eyes, her lips curved. “Easy there.” She rolls off me and hangs off the side of the bed while she searches for a condom. This gives me an excellent view of her ass, and I palm one cheek.

She pops back up, pink cheeked, hair tangled around her face, holding a small package. I start to take it from her, but she moves away, straddles my thighs and opens it. My dick is straining against my belly. Carefully, she lifts it, bends to kiss the tip, then rolls on the latex.

Her hands on my cock ignite every nerve ending. I watch, enthralled, my skin prickling all over, desperate for more of her touch.

Her eyes on my face, she shifts herself over me and lowers that sweet pussy onto my cock.

“Aaaaaah.” I clasp her waist, her wet heat enveloping me, taking me in. “So good.”

“Mmm.”

I’m filling her, fighting not to lift my hips and thrust up into her. She begins to move on me, up and down. Her hands press on my chest and she slides them up over my neck. I turn my head and suck her thumb into my mouth, holding her gaze as she moves on me. As I suck, her pussy clenches tighter around me.

Her eyes heavy lidded, she tosses her hair over one shoulder and leans forward to kiss me. My hands roam over her waist, her back, her ass, while our mouths meet in a molten, explosive kiss.

As she shifts back, I push up to suck her nipples again, wrapping an arm around her. My cock slips out of her pussy and we both make a dismayed noise. Reaching behind her, she finds my shaft and slips it back inside her. Pleasure engulfs me again.

I suck and nibble for long moments, absorbing her soft noises of delight. Then I fall back to the bed. With one hand on my chest, the other pressed into the mattress, she raises and lowers herself, liquid heat sliding along my cock... faster... faster. I grip her butt cheeks, squeezing, helping her move on me. “Christ,” I groan. “I can’t stand it... you feel so good.”

“I love it too.” She rides me harder, panting. Pushing against my chest, she straightens. She sweeps her hair back with both hands, lifting her breasts, her nipples hard and crimson from my mouth. I watch her moving, and it’s fucking glorious.

“I fucking love being under you like this, watching those pretty tits bounce.” My head falls back into the pillow, my mouth open, heat and pressure building. We stare at each other, a connection between us I’ve never felt, a hot sweetness, a bond of lust and passion, affection and admiration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I worship her. I want to spend my life protecting her, cherishing her, being the best man I can for her.

Then her movements change, her pussy rocking against me, grinding, the noises she’s making increasing their tempo. I grip her hips and she releases a low wail as her head drops forward and she presses through her orgasm. Her pussy squeezes me, squeezes... sensation twists inside me, fiery and torturous, but it’s also exquisite. Hot pressure builds, fast, violent, consuming, rocketing to a peak. It’s joy and rapture and relief and thankfulness. It’s bright and dark, thunder and lightning, frightening and yet safe. It’s beauty and love and everything I’ve ever wanted.

* * *

“I’m glad you played so well last night. I was worried you’d be distracted.”

“I definitely had a lot to think about. I knew I had to be brave.”

She rolls her head on the pillow. “What do you have to be brave about? You mean your dad?”

“That too. But right now, it was about hockey.”

I tell her what Mom said to me, about being afraid I couldn’t live up to my dad, about how at first I was pissed off, but then realized maybe she was right. And about how Dad told me the hockey didn’t matter, it mattered that I was a good person. “But I didn’t feel like a very good person. I felt like a selfish coward. But you... you made me feel... I don’t know. Inspired, I guess?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You went through something...” I stop. Swallow. “Something horrifying.” I squeeze her tighter in my arms. “I hate it that that happened to you. Fucking hate it. But you’re living your life. You came here, started a business... you’re brave. And strong. And I couldn’t help but think that I need to be brave too.”

She burrows in closer to me, hiding her face.

I stroke her hair tenderly. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

She shifts and leans her head back, a small crease between her eyebrows.

I touch my fingertips to the crease, smoothing it. “Hey. It’s okay if you don’t.”

Her bottom lip wobbles. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” I hold her gaze steadily. “Is this too soon?”

“It should be too soon. This all happened so fast.”

My heart knocks, but it’s okay. I’m prepared to wait and be patient.

“But no.” Her eyes go liquid. “It’s not too soon.”

I close my eyes on a wave of relief and elation. Thank you, thank you, Jesus. “I love you, Arya. I think I did the first time I saw you.”

“You were such an ass.” A tear slides from the corner of her eye and I catch that with my fingers and brush it away. “Knocking me into the water really created a good impression.”

I choke out a laugh. “I know. I’m still an ass. I’ll probably do things that piss you off or make you wonder what the hell you’re doing with me.”

“It’s possible.” She’s trying not to smile, I can tell. “But I’ll probably do things like that too. I think that’s all part of it. I love you too.”

I gather her up against me and press her face to my chest. “Please tell me when I’m being an idiot. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you or scare you.”

She nods. “I know. But we’ll both screw up. Remember?”

I caress her hair. “Remember what, sweetheart?”

“Unalome. The journey isn’t a straight line. We make mistakes and go sideways and sometimes backward.”

“Right.” I press her closer still. “Now, we’ll do it together.”