“Harley,” he shouted, calling out for me. I was slipping on my shorts when I heard his footsteps. Uh-oh, something must be wrong for him to be looking for me already. I hoped he didn’t change his mind.
Stepping out of the dressing room with my feet still bare, I said, “I’m right here. What’s wrong?”
He pulled me roughly into his arms, my chest hitting his. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I missed you and you were supposed to be done an hour ago,” he complained, before dropping his head and taking my lips. I greedily ran my fingers through his hair and played with it, forgetting that we had an audience.
“Are you done in here? I want lunch,” he asked, looking a bit anxious.
“As soon as she tells me which dress,” Rachael said.
I whispered in her ear and she nodded. “Great choice.” Then Jacob tugged me along and out the door.
“Wait, wait. I need my shoes,” I screeched. Jacob halted, spun around without letting me go and Rachael had them in her hands ready for me. “Thanks.”
“Have fun,” she said, trying to hold back a laugh. Jacob bent down and slipped them on for me, then continued his mission to get me out of this place.
We were in the car and driving away from the food places. “I thought you wanted lunch?”
“I do have lunch prepared, but I didn’t say where we’re eating it.” He drove to an isolated part of the river bank behind my house. It was a beautiful spot where I would sit and read in the summer. We got out of the car and he went to the trunk. He pulled out a large basket and I smiled. A picnic in my favorite spot, this man was becoming too perfect. There was a blanket and several pillows strewn about. I recognized them as the ones from the hotel.
“I’m going to have to tell my boss about you stealing blankets from the hotel,” I teased.
“Please don’t. I’ll do anything for you to keep quiet,” he begged, brushing his lips against mine.
“Really? Anything?” I whispered against his jaw line, licking his scruff.
“Yes,” he panted, his cock pressing against my body. It was so hard and full. I wanted it. My hand reached between us, running my fingers over his length. “He can keep you quiet.”
“Let’s see,” I muttered, lowering myself to my knees. No one could see us unless they were looking out the back window, and even then, it would be a silhouette. I tugged on his pants, pulling his cock out and slipping my tongue around the crown. I tasted his salty wetness. He moaned as I took his cock deeper into my mouth.
His hands pulled on my hair and his hips started rocking forward. He felt so velvety smooth and tasted so good that my pussy was throbbing double time. I started rocking my hips, needing to find my own release. Before I could make him come, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted me to my feet, and made quick work of my clothes, then he lowered me onto the blanket. With his hand pressed against the back of my thigh, he thrust inside of me.
“Jacob, I love you,” I whispered against his lips. He looked down into my eyes, giving me a penetrating stare.
“I love you, Harley,” he answered as he willed my body to his command. I felt my heat pulsing and throbbing, and with his next thrust, I came, squeezing him and making him come, too.
Chapter 9
Jacob
It was a small intimate wedding. My parents and a few family members made it to the rushed wedding. It didn’t matter who showed up except the officiant, the two witnesses, and my bride. That’s all I needed, but I did appreciate everyone coming.
“Hello, Harley,” my mother said. “We didn’t get a chance to meet before the wedding, but I wanted to introduce myself since my son forgot his manners. I’m Diana Middleton.”
“It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” Harley replied nervously, which was something that made my mother smile. They chatted for a moment before my mother asked to have a private word with me. We stepped into the men’s dressing area. “Yes, mother?”
“I like her. At first I was scared, but right off the bat I saw that she was sincerely sweet.”
“Mom, I hunted her down.”
“Yes, your brothers told me when we arrived. I watched her through the entire ceremony and she wasn’t comfortable with the limelight on her. And she has a genuine smile. Everything about her tells me she’s a good, wholesome girl.”
“She is, mother. Or rather she was,” I teased.
“So when are you two coming back home?” I had a feeling that my mother was going to be harassing Harley because she didn’t have a daughter to spoil.
“I want to spend some time with her and help her gather her things. Then I have something special planned so we won’t be back for a week.”
“Wonderful. Does your new house have a nursery?” My mother had no shame at all. She arched her brow at me, knowing damn well that I nearly turned purple in embarrassment, but I calmed the flush before it got bad.