Until Harmony (Until Her 4)

“Did you eat?” he questions, and I shake my head. “Angel, you need to eat.” He comes to me, taking Alistair when I lift him off my breast, then bends to kiss me. Hearing the doorbell ring, he leans back to look at me, ordering, “Eat something. I’ll get the door.” Kissing my forehead, he carries Alistair toward the front door, patting his back.

I listen to the door open, and then hear the sound of my dad and mom greeting Harlen. My face softens as my dad says something that makes Harlen laugh while the girls run through the house—a house we bought after Lillian was born—both of them yelling for their grandma and grandpa. Hearing all that, I smile to myself, get up, and head to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

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“Honey,” I whimper against Harlen’s ear eight hours later, and his fingers that had been playing lazily between my legs speed up.

“Do not wake the kids,” he orders gruffly, and I bite my lip.

“I need you.”

“You’ll get me.” His thumb rolls against my clit, and my back arches off the bed, sending his fingers deeper. “God, so fucking tight, and so goddamn wet. I’ve missed this,” he says, still toying with me.

I squeeze my eyes closed then move quickly, rolling him to his back, straddling his waist, and impaling myself on his cock. “I’ve missed this,” I tell him, riding him hard as one of his hands wraps around my hip, the other cupping my breast.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I look down at him, his eyes meeting mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Angel.” He lifts his hips into mine then sits up, capturing my breast with his mouth and pulling my nipple deep, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. “Give it to me.”

“Yes,” I pant as I start to come, going over the edge and pulling him along with me when I feel him pulse deep inside me. Falling against his chest, breathing heavy, I shiver as his hands slide up and down my back.

“That was way too quick. Give me twenty minutes and we’re gonna try that again,” he says, and I laugh, tucking my face into his neck then closing my eyes when I hear Alistair wake through the baby monitor.

“I’ll go get him,” he says, kissing my lips then my forehead before pulling out of me and rolling out of bed. He puts on a pair of pajama bottoms and leaves the room. Watching him go, I know without a doubt that some of the most beautiful things in life are things you don’t plan for, and my amazing life is proof of that.