Harley As I hurry to get dressed, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Post tequila face; mom’s not going to approve of this. Must fix. Mikayla called me about twenty minutes ago saying mom fell down the stairs a few days ago and didn’t say anything to is because she didn't want us to worry. "I think you should come by, and you know, do the whole caring daughter thing.” Just like that my Sunday plans for introvert, recuperation, alone time are disintegrated. I was surprised Mikayla was up so early, until she reminded me that she was pregnant and didn’t have a drop to drink last night. Since I’m too hung over to ride out there, I called Marco asking for a favor, but he didn’t sound too fresh either. He said he'd take care of it and to just start getting ready. Marco. My sweet Marco. He’ll make me a great husband one day if I fail miserably at acquiring one on my own. It makes me wonder though, Marco goes through women like crazy, but I don’t th
ErikMarco’s Fiat 500 really wasn’t made for people my height. I was thankful when we stopped at the gas station, it gave me a chance to unfold myself and stretch out my legs.I caught Harley watching me trying to get out, she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s like a clown car at the circus.”So far, it’s been a pleasant enough drive. At some point Harley dozed off, allowing me a chance to freely admire her a without getting caught.Everything about her draws me in. There’s an ache inside me that longs for her to be mine, though I don’t have a lot of time. I spoke to my brother Simon earlier this morning, one of our clients isn’t happy with some of the changes my temporary replacement is suggesting to the exterior of our design and is insisting I come back to personally oversee the project.As I wait for the tank to fill up, I watch Harley talk on the phone in the distance. The way her hair and dress blow in the wind is like something out of a painting. I could
HarleyKnocking on the door I peek into my parent’s bedroom. My mom is sitting up in bed with her foot elevated on a pillow.“Hey.”She puts down her magazine and takes off her reading glasses. "Hay is for horses."Ooh, so many jokes I could make right here. "Neigh?"She rolls her eyes and pats her bed for me to sit next to her."Thank God you’re here, the whole household is driving me insane. There’s nothing left to read but these Gaudi bridal magazines. Edward’s mother sent them to Mikayla. That woman’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”“There’s something you two have in common.” Mikayla mutters and we sit on the bed on either side of mom.My mom always reminds me of a mix between Judge Judy and Gandalf. I know that last one doesn’t make sense, but neither does my mom.“Here, these are for you.” I hand her the flowers Erik brought. I thought my heart was going to explode when he handed them to me.
ErikWe left a lot later than we had originally planned. After lunch Mr. Harrison showed me photos from Harley’s tournaments and some of her old trophies. It’s crazy to think she had such a different life, as if she was a whole different person. The pride radiating off him was obvious, but he shut down the moment I asked why Harley quit."Unfortunately, it’s not my place to tell you.” He grumbled and I respected the line he drew.I put the timeline together in my head. Harley quit fighting and left for Italy, maybe to run away from whatever made up give up her passion. It hurts to think about what might have happened to make her let go of all those years of training. Different things pop into my head, each worse than the previous, but I’ll never really know until she tells me. If she ever tells me. I haven’t really given her a reason to trust me with my seemingly flippant and unreliable attitude.Harley hasn’t fought in a long time, maybe she’s st
HarleyAs soon as I entered my room, I didn’t want to be there. When we were at reception, I had one of those little daydreams, more like a wish, where Erik would request the best room for us to share and seduce me. Not that he’d have to try very hard.What would the best room a roadside motel could possibly offer? Maybe the bed vibrates when you put a quarter in?He’s either a gentleman, not interested, or a day with my crazy family is enough to drive any man away.That fury I felt in the car from Erik’s regretting last night comes flooding back. His inability to read my mind and get one room for us to share fuels the crazy flame and I make myself even more frustrated by the idea that I keep getting stuck in this cycle. I’m doing this to myself.Fuck this. I’m going to that bar, and fingers crossed I’ll find a hot guy to bring back to my room and work out some frustration. It’s not like in a committed relationship, I’m a free player. Gre
ErikI got to the bar to find Harley flirting with some guy. When she made her way over to the bar with him, we locked eyes and I could see she wasn’t surprised to see me at all, which means she knew I was here the whole time. That pisses me off even more. Is she playing games?I don’t know whether she’s trying to drive me insane intentionally. If I wasn’t so focused on keeping my ass on this stool, I’d be impressed by that kick she did, but all I see is the way she’s smiling at him and the way he’s looking at her. It makes me want to snap his neck.I should probably leave before I do something stupid, like snap his neck.Fuck.Harley’s sitting at the bar right now. She must know how incredible her breasts are looking right now with the way she’s leaning into them, there’s no way she doesn’t. If she’s flirting with some random guy while her John is out of town, then maybe she’s not the kind of woman I should be after.Fuck!
ErikIt's clear in my mind, the swish of Harley's dress that I made sure to burn into my memory bank.“I saw you walking on Main Street in that white dress, like this one but it had blue flowers on it. I was jogging behind you,” I look at Harley, “I ran a whole block to get ahead of you just to see your face.”I gently skim my nose on her shoulder, hoping she'll look my way and I'll get to see those amazing eyes looking into mine."Harley, I may have bumped into you…intentionally.”Harley turns her head towards me ever so slightly. “May have?”“I did, on purpose. Harley, you’ve consumed my thoughts every waking second of every day, and night. The worst part is you don’t even know the effect you have on me.” I gently press my bulge into her ass; a little gasp leaves her mouth, and her eyes finally meet mine. There’s no way she can’t feel it through my jeans. Her body drifts backwards into mine, pushing that perfect ass right into me.Fuck.Her eye
HarleyGoddamn Erik does not disappoint. Even though I was teasing earlier I know I’m about to have the best sex of my life. The tension that’s been building up between us has my whole body humming with anticipation.It’s as if a dormant part of me has finally been awakened and can’t wait to break free.I feel his hands glide along my skin setting it on fire. His kisses trail their way down my stomach with that electric stubble tickling my skin. To look at Erik one might find it impossible to imagine a man this big to be so gentle, it’s such a contradiction and I want more. I want it all.He caresses me ever so gently through my already soaked panties, and I feel like I’m about to become undone before he’s even done anything. He pushes my panties to the side, and I feel his colossal hot tongue enter me.Erik moves his mouth to work my nub, and I feel, one, then two fingers inside me, working to find sensitive places I never knew I had.