So that’s what this was about. Well, she hadn’t seen anything yet. I was gonna make it even harder before it was over.
“I thought we had gotten rid of that arm’s-length thing in the bathroom on the plane,” I replied, trying to get a real smile out of her.
She cocked her eyebrow. “No. That was because you’re ridiculously sexy and you give me really amazing orgasms.”
I could work with that.
“Anytime you want one of those all you have to do is crook that pretty little finger,” I replied, and this time she did smile. A real smile. One that lit up all the darkness in her eyes.
I reached down and laced my fingers through hers and she let me. “I drove a rental car. You want to ride with me?”
She glanced over at the limo. “Yeah. I do. Dad wants to stay until tonight and I need to leave him the limo.”
Good. I wanted her beside me.
“You ready now?” I asked.
She glanced back at the house. “Yeah, I am. I can’t take any more today. And he needs his alone time with her. I think she needs him, too.”
I wasn’t sure what all went on in that room today, but I knew it had changed things for Harlow. Her life was forever different. The crying wasn’t over, either. I had a feeling more mourning would come. And I intended to be there. She wasn’t going to deal with this alone.
We were headed back to the desert and I had let Harlow pick the music. I also left her to her thoughts. She needed to think and process all she had seen today, and I understood that. I glanced over at her every once in a while to make sure she wasn’t crying.
“I’m not going to break down again,” she finally said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. Harlow wasn’t a big talker when it came to her feelings, but after today I felt like she really needed to talk. Keeping that bottled up wasn’t good for her.
“I was so angry at him. At everyone who had lied to me. But then . . . I saw him with her. No one could have prepared me for that.” She shook her head and looked down at her clasped hands. “It definitely changed a lot between us today. I’ve always known that Dad loved me more. I hated to say that out loud, but I knew it and I felt guilty about it. Now, I get it. I don’t think it’s me he loves more. I’m just the kid that she gave him. I’m his connection to her.”
I thought about Mase and how distant he seemed when he talked about Kiro. As if Kiro wasn’t his father at all. And then there was Nan. I knew Kiro wasn’t a fan of hers. Harlow, however, needed Kiro and she loved him. I didn’t argue with her, but it was more than just her mother that made Harlow the favorite child.
“This is his last tour. He hates leaving her. I couldn’t even argue with him. The world may want Kiro, but Kiro wants to be with her. Even like she is . . . he wants to be near her.” Harlow let out a soft laugh. “And to think I thought my dad’s heart had been buried with my mom.”
I glanced over at her. “Do you plan on going back to see her?” I asked.
Harlow nodded. “Yes. She can’t talk to me and I don’t even know if she realizes who I am, but I know about her now and that’s enough. I want to . . . I want to be the one to tell her about my life. And maybe she is truly smiling when people talk to her. If I spend more time with her, then maybe I will find a way to have some relationship with her.”
I could hear the hope in her voice. She wanted to know her mother. It made sense. I just wasn’t sure I could personally handle it if she left there broken every time. I reached over and tugged her hands free from each other and laced my fingers through hers. “I’m always here to go with you. Don’t think you have to go alone. I will gladly wait in the car until you’re ready to leave.”
A soft smile touched her lips, and she laid her head back on the seat and turned to look at me. “Thank you,” she said simply.
“Anything you ask, Harlow. Anything you ask,” I told her.
She squeezed my hand. “I can’t get the image of Dad talking to her out of my head. He was so gentle and sweet. Kiro is never sweet. Thinking about it just makes my heart hurt all over again.”
“Tell me what I can do to distract you and I will. I can sing pretty damn good, but I suck at telling jokes so that’s all I have to work with at the moment.”
Harlow smiled but she didn’t say anything. She just kept staring at me, making it hard on me to keep my eyes on the road.
When I pulled onto a long stretch of road, I was relieved that I would be able to look at her more often. It was too damn tempting not to. Before I could glance her way, Harlow leaned over and slid her hands between my legs. My entire body went still and my focus was shot to hell. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and took a steady breath. Her mouth was at my ear before I could form words and her hand was rubbing my instantly hard dick through my jeans.
“Pull over,” she said before pressing a kiss to my neck, then taking a lick. Holy motherfucking shit. What was she doing?
“Harlow, baby, what are you doing?” I asked. I knew she was trying to find something to take her mind off today’s traumatic events, but I wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do. Even though my dick disagreed with me.
“I need you to make me forget today,” she said in a husky whisper.
Oh hell. This was a bad idea, but her hand felt so f**king good. I decided pulling off the road may not be a bad idea. At least then I could focus on controlling myself and talking to her. I pulled the car off the road.
Harlow leaned over in her seat. I thought she had changed her mind until I saw her unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, along with the panties I’d already seen once today.
I was frozen in shock until she crawled over the seat and straddled me and lifted her shirt to pull out her br**sts from their confinement. “Are you going to make me beg?” she asked as she sat there, looking at me.
Beg? What had I been going to say to her? I couldn’t remember. “Harlow, I don’t think this is what you really want,” I managed to get out.
“Please. Don’t tell me what I want or need. I am tired of people deciding what I need. I’m a grown woman and right now I need you to help me forget. Give me something else to think about.”
I gazed up into her eyes, and the pain there was my undoing. How was I supposed to tell her no? She needed me. Wasn’t that why I came? To be there for her however she needed me? Even if my brain was screaming that this was a terrible idea, I reached up and cupped her face, brushing my thumbs across her still tear-stained face. She was special. “I’ll do whatever you need me to,” I told her before pressing my mouth to hers.
I tasted her sweetness and wished I could take away all her sadness. Pressing a kiss to each corner of her mouth, I trailed my tongue along her bottom lip and shivered as she sighed. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and she got her own taste.
I could do this for hours. Once, this was all we had done and I had loved every minute of it. Holding her close and being this connected was more powerful than anything I had experienced. Until I’d been inside her.
She rocked her h*ps in my lap and I moved my hand down to slip it between her legs. The wetness that met my touch surprised me. I had worried she was forcing this as a way to forget the pain. But she was ready, and the pleased hum that vibrated against my mouth told me she wanted more.
“Yes, that’s good. I need more,” she said as she started riding my hand. Holy fuck, where had this come from? I was gonna come in my damn jeans at this rate.
I slipped my hand out of her and she groaned in protest until she saw me quickly unbuttoning my jeans and jerking them down until I was free.
“Oh,” she said in excitement and grabbed on to me with both hands, then brushed the tip of my swollen head with her thumb. I reached down and stilled her hands.
“Baby, you’re na**d and begging for me to touch you. I’m about to explode. You can’t touch me. As good as that feels, I’m too damn close.”
Her small frown turned into understanding as she took in my words, and her eyes got big in surprise. “You mean you’re about to come?”
Fuck. Did she have to say that word? Her mouth saying words like that was gonna kill me. “Yeah. Real close.”
“I wanna see it,” she replied.
“Harlow, sweet girl, that’s messy and we’re in a car. I swear to you, I’ll let you see it up close and personal if that’s what you want, but not in the car where I can’t clean up.”
She glanced over at her purse. “I have tissues in my purse.”
Was she serious? Or had I just died and gone to heaven where sweet, dirty-talking angels asked to see your come?
“Please, Grant. Let me play with it until it comes. I’ll clean it all up,” she said.
I gritted my teeth as my c**k jumped in her hands. He liked that idea a lot. Too much. She wasn’t gonna have to play long.
“But I thought you wanted me to f**k you,” I managed to say.
“I do. We can after I see it. We can get it hard again, can’t we?”
I glanced down at her bare pu**y and decided, yeah, we could get it hard again real easy. “Yeah, I’m sure you can. I’m f**king positive you can.”
She beamed at me and reached for her purse, leaving her round, bare ass stuck up in my face. I reached over and squeezed it and she squealed before sitting back up with an entire pack of tissues in her hand. “See,” she said, smiling. Then she dropped them in the cup holder and reached for my erection again. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. If I watched her do this I was going to embarrass myself and shoot off too damn quick. And my girl wanted to play.
“It’s so soft. I thought it would feel rough or something, but the skin on it is soft, even though it’s hard and looks swollen. Does it hurt?”
She was not asking me this. Motherfucker. “It hurts a little but it’s a good hurt, and you’re making it feel real damn good. So f**king good.”
“Really?” she asked innocently, and I opened my eyes to look at her.
She was staring down at my dick and gently toying with it. I would lose my mind like this. I reached down and took her hand and wrapped it around me. “Squeeze it,” I instructed her.
She did, but not hard enough.
“Harder, baby,” I told her.
She did. Yeah, that was it. “Okay, now move it up and down like this.” I held her hand and kept it squeezing me tightly and moving up and down. “You do that and you’ll see some come real damn fast.”
Harlow bit her bottom lip and focused on doing exactly what I told her. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so sexy. I reached over and touched the wetness between her legs, causing her to stop a moment and moan in pleasure.
“If you get to play, so do I,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said, breathing out and pulling harder on me as I ran my finger around her clit, feeling it swell under my touch.
“Oh, that’s . . . it’s so good,” she moaned, tugging on me harder.
I needed a taste. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her moisture off them as she watched me. Her tongue came out and licked her lips. My balls drew up and I knew I was there. I started to cover myself to keep from getting any on her, but she wanted to see this, so I laid my head back and cried out her name as I came undone in her hands.
She made a surprised sound but kept holding on to me while I shot all over her hands and arms. My h*ps bucked, relishing the feel of coming so she could see it. When her hand touched the tip of my head to touch the come, still slowly leaking out, I grabbed her wrist and cursed. “Fuck, baby, don’t. Too sensitive.”
Her breathing was fast and hard like mine. This had turned her on. I looked down at her hands and saw myself all over her. She wasn’t wiping it off, she was studying it, too. Her br**sts were bouncing with each hard breath she took. Fuck. I was already getting hard again.
I grabbed the tissues and started cleaning her off.
“Can I do that again sometime? I liked it. I liked the face you made when you did it,” she said. Her blunt admission made my already stirring c**k begin to rise.
“Baby, anytime you want to touch my c**k it’s yours. You can make it do whatever the hell you want it to.”
She smiled and lifted the hand I hadn’t cleaned to her mouth and licked my come off her finger. I stopped moving. I stopped breathing.
“I like the way it tastes,” she said before licking another spot clean off her hand.
I was dead. That was the only explanation for this. I had made it to a place where little, sexy, dirty angels made men’s fantasies come to life.
“Next time, will you do it in my mouth?” she asked, holding out her hand for me to finish cleaning it.
“You wanted me hard again. Well, you f**king well achieved it,” I told her, wiping the come off, then grabbing a condom from my wallet and jamming it on. “I can’t take you talking like that. Now I need you,” I told her as I lifted her h*ps and slammed her down on me, causing her to scream out.
“You want to play with my cock, baby, then you can f**king play with my cock,” I told her as I lifted her h*ps and slammed her back down.
“Yes!” She threw her head back and shoved her tits in my face. Both large, pink ni**les right there for me to latch on to. I began to suck one and she grabbed my head and held it there. “Harder. Suck me harder,” she said, and I bit down on the hard bud, unable to control myself.
“Oh, God, Grant! That’s so good. More,” she begged as I switched breasts. She started to take over, lifting her h*ps and slamming back down on me.