Page 131 of Meant to Be

A loud bang startles us both so much we bump foreheads.

“Josie?” I hear Nick’s voice float through the door. “You awake?”

My eyes widen in alarm.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“Josie?” Nick’s voice again.

Suddenly, a wicked smirk takes over Harley’s face and he suddenly thrusts into me. I yelp in surprise—and pleasure—as he pushes further inside me.

“Harley!” I gasp as he thrusts harder into me.

“Josie?” Nick tries again. “You there?”

Nick knocks again and Harley pumps inside of me, hard, and fast. My eyes roll back into my head. It’s just like before—exciting and scandalous.

My fingers scrape down Harley’s back, biting into him, slipping every so often from the movements and the water. My phone starts to ring.

“I hear your phone,” Nick says. “Look, I said things I regret the other night and I’m sorry. Please, just talk to me.”

My fingernails bite viciously into his shoulders as my clit pulses. It’s been far too long being deprived of this. Of him. The world spins, even after my eyes drift closed.

With one hand at my throat, he drags his thumb over my pelvic bone and swipes it over my clit. I bite my tongue in an attempt not to cry out at the sensation as he thrusts deeper into me, simultaneously pressing and circling my clit. He slams into me over and over, his grip on my throat tightening deliciously as his mouth moves messily across my lips and my jaw.

Almost aggressively, he pushes me against the wall and slides out of me. I feel his arm shaking as he steps back.

“What are you doing?” I almost want to cry at the lack of feeling.

“You know why it’s always been me and you?” he whispers.

“Tell me,” I whimper.

“Green lawns, white picket fences, and a big family,” he grunts. “You don’t want that. You don’t want a gentleman who holds open the car door for you, who picks you up flowers before a date.”

Gripping my hips, Harley spins me around and yanks me back towards him.

“You want someone to live an exciting life with you. To try new things. To travel. Tolive.” His hands grip my hips. “You want someone to fuck you until you scream.” My insides turn to scorching liquid at his words. “And that someone is me.”

I bend forward, hands slipping against the tiles as he pushes back into me. A strange sound mixed between a moan, and a whimper escapes me as he relentlessly drills into me. His hand slips down the front of me. He slaps his finger onto my clit at the same time he rotates his hips, almost shattering my insides.

Breathing out hard, I try to remember that Nick is at the door, but the only thing I can hear is our bodies coming together.

I feel the orgasm rising. I clench my thighs together and he pants into my ear. “Ah, fuck.”

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

My orgasm flares inside me, and I sink my teeth into my own arm to quieten the scream that bursts through me. Harley sinks further into me as a guttural groan rips through him. A blast of hot air blows by my ear as he thrusts into me hard one last time before sagging against me.

He kisses my shoulder, lazily inching up my neck, and lastly kissing my hairline. Slowly, he pulls out of me and I wince a little, knowing I will be sore—the best kind of sore—and turn to face him.

“Josie?” Nick’s voice is so far away, so far in the back of my mind, I barely hear it.

Harley kisses me. It’s soft and tender, nothing like the hungry, angry kisses we often share. I can see in his eyes how much he cares for me.

“Josie,” Harley whispers. He kisses me again. I feel so light-headed and disorientated. “Please tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you don’t hate me,” he whispers. “Not truly. Not anymore.”

His hands caress me and I struggle to focus on anything else.

“Okay. Well. If you’re in there and ready to talk, call me.” Nick’s voice comes again and somehow in the last three seconds, I’d totally forgotten about him.

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t hate you.” I place a kiss on his head softly.

“Really?” he whispers.

“Really,” I mumble into his mouth. “I don’t think I ever really have.”