The Wedding Date Disaster (Harbor City 4)

“I think I might have a clue.”

“There you go assuming again.” Grip firm, she stroked from the base of his thick length to the tip and then held out her free hand. “Condom.”

“Aren’t you going to say please?”

Oh, someone was getting cocky again. She liked it, found it hot as hell, and had a total preoccupation with wondering what would come out of his mouth next, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him take control of this moment. Some protective part of her demanded that this not be her letting him fuck her but her fucking him. It was about agency, self-determination, and so much damn pleasure that her whole body was on the edge again, as if she hadn’t just come so hard, she was surprised the barn doors were still on.

Keeping her gaze fixed on Will, she took him in her mouth, sucking him slow and deep, not stopping until the crown of his dick hit the back of her throat. His rumbled groan of pleasure was so growly, it made her toes curl and her core clench in anticipation.

“Did that count as please?”

His only answer was to hand her the condom. She finished tearing it open and rolled it on, her attention divided between staring at his gorgeous cock and watching the muscles in his jaw flex as he held on to the last bits of his control. Quite honestly, she was pretty impressed by his reserves. She hadn’t thought he’d make it that long. But then again, Will had done nothing but surprise her this entire trip. Maybe he wasn’t the only one making assumptions he shouldn’t.

Having pity on him—hell, on them both—she stood up. “Will—”

That was as far as she got. He picked her up, sweeping her off her feet, and kissed her in one of those blast-your-hair-out-from-the-roots kind of a kiss.

“What was that?” Not that she was opposed, she just hadn’t been expecting to go airborne.

He sat down on the booth seat, settling her so she straddled his hips. “You said my name.”

“You like that?” she asked, trying to unwind why that would be and why it made her pulse kick up to Mach four billion.

“I do when you’re the one saying it.” Cupping the back of her head, he brought her face down to his and kissed her deep and demanding, promising things she hadn’t known she wanted until that very moment.

Then it morphed from being something she hadn’t considered to all she could think about—if thinking was what she was doing. Really, it was more of reacting to him, recognizing on some level she didn’t understand that this was right and good and as close to perfect as she woul

d probably ever get. By the time she pulled back from that kiss—her lips swollen, her mind swirling—the questions didn’t matter because she had the answer right in front of her.

Riding high on that kiss and the hot need coursing through her, she lowered herself down, slowly, a little bit at a time, keeping her gaze locked on Will’s face. Taking in the crinkle around his eyes, the day-old beard that had felt so good against the inside of her thighs, and the hard, desperate lust in his eyes. He needed her as much as she needed him.

“So tight,” he said, holding on to her and driving her up and down on his cock in time with her own undulations. “So beautiful.”

Gripping the back of the seat tightly, she moved against him, up and down, over and over again until her thighs burned in the best possible way. His fingers bit into the fleshy part of her hips as she arched her back, changing the angle so that he went deeper, filling her completely as she rode him. Close, she was so damn close. All she needed was just a little more. Reaching between them, she dragged her fingertips across her clit, still so sensitive from before, and her core clenched in response.

“Fuck yes,” he said, his voice strained. “Do that again.”

She did, circling her swollen clit over and over again as she fucked him, the width of him stretching her and taking her higher with each thrust and twist as she came down on him again and again. The tingling started in her inner thighs, zipping down her legs and then ricocheting back up in an orgasm that stole her breath and sight.

“Let me taste you.”

Without thinking, just responding to that demanding need in his voice, she held out her fingers to him. He sucked them into his mouth as he took over, lifting her and bringing her back down at a ferocious pace until he lifted his hips and drove into her one last time with a sound that was more a growl of satisfaction than anything else.

She collapsed against him and he loosened his hold but didn’t let go, both of them breathing heavily as they came back down to earth and reality. Hadley let out a shaky breath.

There. That was it. We’ve had our one last time and now we’re out of each other’s systems. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.

But she didn’t want to keep moving, and that’s when she knew she’d made a horrible mistake.

Chapter Fifteen

Will’s hair was still damp when he and Hadley walked into the main house for dinner and game night. That got him a look and a hard glare from Hadley’s brothers, no doubt because her long brown hair wasn’t quite dry, either—and because of the barely-there-but-still-visible hickey at the base of her neck. He hadn’t given anyone a hickey since he couldn’t remember when.

However, sex in the barn had led to fucking in the shower, which led to a post-nap make-out session before a text from her mom had alerted them that they were late for dinner and to get a move on or miss out on chicken casserole with Bisquick biscuits. That was probably why everyone turned in their chairs and stared at them as they walked into the eat-in kitchen.

Hadley’s family was gathered around several tables of different widths and lengths that were butted up against each other and stretched from the breakfast nook to the dining room. It was an oddball mix that still, somehow, managed to fit together. He tried to imagine the hodgepodge of furniture in his grandmother’s dining room and not even in his most NyQuiled-up fever dreams could he. They didn’t do that kind of thing. The Holts had one table. It was very long, very wide, sat twenty, and growing up, he and Web had sat at one end to eat while their grandmother sat at the other and sipped a never-empty glass of white wine.

He and Hadley sat down at the farthest end from her brothers—definitely not by accident—and across from the only other empty chair. A quick glance around confirmed that Adalyn wasn’t there.