Take a Chance

Grant

This was not what I had intended to do. I wanted to talk to her and ease her into talking to me. Get Harlow to smile at me and trust me as she had before I screwed it all up by being a coward. But then she’d made me think about someone else touching her. Someone else knowing how incredible it felt to be inside her and knowing he was the one making her cry out. Fuck no. I couldn’t allow myself to think about that. If she had thought about sleeping with someone else, I needed to make sure she remembered just how it was between us. I wasn’t losing her. Not again.

The taste and smell of her made me forget everything around me. I’d almost forgotten her brother was in the damn bedroom. Small noises escaped from behind the hand she held so tightly across her mouth. I couldn’t help but grin. She was so damn adorable.

Bringing her to an orgasm like this would make her drop her hand and grab my hair and cry out. I knew that. So as much as I wanted to, that wasn’t happening. I needed to have my mouth close enough to smother her cries when she got off.

With one small kiss to her sensitive skin, I leaned back, causing her to reach for me and pull me back. I loved seeing proper, sweet Harlow get sexually demanding. It was hot as hell.

“Shhh . . . I’m gonna make it feel good, sweet girl. Just wait,” I promised her, reaching over her head into the cabinet, knowing there would be condoms somewhere close by. This was Slacker Demon’s plane, after all. The second door revealed an open box, and I grabbed one. Harlow watched me as I slipped it on, then I grabbed her hips, sliding her closer to the edge of the counter.

Her eyes went wide and locked with mine as I eased inside her. It was so incredibly tight I wanted to make a noise. I bit my bottom lip as I sank all the way in. She was like a hot, slick glove that squeezed me just right.

“If you move I’m gonna get loud,” she said, breathlessly.

I bent down and covered her mouth with mine before sliding back out and letting the exquisite feel of her send tingles up my spine. Harlow moaned into my mouth as I began pumping my tongue into her mouth with the same rhythm as our bodies.

Harlow clawed at my back and I relished it. She’d leave marks that I would feel later. I wanted that. I grabbed handfuls of her hair and let out a groan into her mouth as her hips began meeting each thrust. Her knees lifted even higher until they were covering my ribs. That was my undoing. I was too close and she felt too damn good.

“Let go,” I muttered against her mouth before covering it again to muffle her sounds.

At my words, her tight warmth clenched me so tightly I lost it. Harlow’s cry as I reached my release made me come even harder. Feeling her body jerk and tremble under me made want to shout. This was mine. How had I thought I could let this go?

I broke the kiss and buried my head in her neck as I gasped for air. Her nails gently raked down my back one more time, then she let out a long, shaky breath. Her legs fell from my sides and I stayed there inside her, reluctant to leave her warmth.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said quietly.

Me either, but I wasn’t going to say so. I didn’t want her regretting this.

“You’re amazing,” I replied, lifting my head so I could see her face. The flush on her cheeks and chest only highlighted the sated look in her eyes.

“I’m not like this. I don’t just do this,” she said.

Here came her self-doubt. I stood up and pulled her up with me. “You do this with me. That’s all that matters. We’re attracted to each other. We have feelings for each other. This is okay. It’s not like I’m a one-night stand.”

Harlow ran her hand through her messed-up hair and gazed up at me. “Are you sure this doesn’t make me a slut?” The true concern in her eyes was the only thing keeping me from laughing out loud.

“Baby, it’s only been me. You’ve only been with me. Twice. That does not make you a slut. Never. Don’t consider it.”

Harlow chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about my words. Finally, she sighed. “Okay. I guess you’re right. But . . . it’s not like we’re in a relationship, and I just . . .” She paused and looked down at us. I was still inside her and I could see that realization in her face as her pink cheeks turned even redder.

I eased out and groaned from the release of her warmth. Harlow watched me in fascination. If she didn’t stop, I was going to be ready to go again in less than five minutes. I reached over and grabbed some toilet paper and eased off the condom before looking back at her.

She jerked her attention off my cock and then smiled at me shyly. “I forgot what I was saying.”

A loud knock on the door made her jump and I swore.

“Get your damn clothes on and get the fuck out of there,” Mase demanded loudly from the other side of the door.

Shit. Not what I wanted to deal with right now.

“Let me talk to him first,” she said, jumping down off the counter and reaching for her panties. Her angry brother might be outside, but I wasn’t letting him ruin this for me.

I took her panties from her hands and bent down to put them on her. Once I had them pulled up and in place I did the same with her jeans. She cooperated silently. When I fastened her bra I finally allowed myself to look at her. She had on enough clothes now that I could focus.

There was a softness there I hadn’t seen before. I wanted to keep her right here, locked away from everyone else in this moment. She slipped her arms into her shirt and I buttoned it up before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Then I quickly grabbed my jeans and jerked them on and pulled my shirt on over my head. We both slipped on our shoes. I ran my hands through her tangled hair until I had it looking as if she hadn’t just been completely fucked in the bathroom.

“Let’s go,” I told her and opened the door so she could step out.

“Maybe you should stay in here,” she said quietly.

I shook my head. I wasn’t scared of the cowboy. “Hell, no.”

Harlow let out a sigh and we walked into main cabin of the plane. Mase was drinking coffee and sitting by the window, but he was facing us.

“Not sure why this surprises me. I saw it coming a mile away,” Mase said as he glared at me.

“You don’t understand. It wasn’t just . . . it was . . . we were . . . ,” Harlow stuttered.

“I screwed some shit up. Harlow and I are working through it. I’m winning her trust back.”

Mase snarled. “No, you’re fucking her in the damn bathroom on a plane.”

I took a step toward him and Harlow reached out and grabbed my arm. “You don’t understand, Mase.”

He raised his eyebrows, then took another sip of his coffee. “You’re a grown woman. If you want to make a mistake, I can’t stop you.”

The fact he was calling me a mistake pissed me the hell off, but I held my tongue.

“Don’t say things like that. You don’t understand. But you’re right. I’m a grown woman, and as much as I love you this isn’t your business.”

Mase smirked. “Bet our father will disagree with that.”

Harlow moved this time. “You will not tell Dad any of this. We aren’t kids.”

Mase took another long drink of his coffee. “Easy, tiger. I’m just teasing. Besides, he’ll figure it out himself. First, we just have to find his sorry ass.”