“Harrison,” I gasped.
“Yeah?” His dark eyes lifted to look up at me.
“More.”
“My pleasure, honey.” He proceeded to show me how much satisfaction he took from licking me—and how much he could give with just his tongue. He kept at me until I was writhing beneath him. When he added a finger, working it into my pussy while he circled my clit with his tongue, I flew over the edge. My legs tightened around his head, and he licked me through my climax. His finger continued to work me until he could add a second.
“You’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to feel your wet heat wrapped around my cock.”
I let my legs fall open wider in invitation. But when I felt his hard length at my entrance, I froze. Harrison felt it and stopped, his dark eyes searching my face. “Tell me you want this as much as I do, Felicity. I need to hear you say the words.”
“Yes, Harrison. I want you. I want this.” And I did. I might not have any idea what I was going to do or where I was going to live a few months from now, but I wanted to live in the moment and grab the happiness I felt in his arms.
With his eyes locked on mine, he surged deep in one powerful thrust. “Felicity,” he growled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I was biting my bottom lip, trying to stop the tears from leaking out but it wasn’t working. They trailed down my cheeks anyway.
“Shit, honey. I’m so sorry. Shhh, it’s okay,” he murmured, holding perfectly still.
I felt like my body was about to split apart, and the pain was wreaking havoc on my emotions. “Are you mad at me?”
“Fuck no,” he reassured me. “Knowing I was the first man to sink inside you wouldn’t have stopped me. I just would have been a little more careful so it didn’t hurt you as much.”
“It’s already getting better.”
He swiveled his hips in a small circle. “Still okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned at the pleasure his movement sent sparking through my body.
“Thank fuck cause just feeling your virgin pussy wrapped tight around my cock has me almost ready to blow. I don’t want to go yet. Not without you.”
He began to move inside me, slowly pumping his hips with shallow thrusts. It felt like it went on forever at that steady pace until I felt myself getting wetter and it got easier for him to drive in and out. The tension started to build inside me, until my back was bowed and my toes were digging into the mattress.
“Now, honey. Come for me,” he ordered, hammering deep with his thumb pressed against my clit.
I splintered apart, screaming his name. He continued to thrust into me, over and over again until his body stiffened above mine and he groaned in my ear. We stayed wrapped around each other, and I wished it could last forever. But eventually Harrison drifted off to sleep, and I caught sight of the clock on his nightstand. It was almost one o’clock. It was past time for me to slip out of the fantasy Harrison had woven around me and head back to my reality.
Chapter 3
Harrison
My eyes slowly trudged open, and I frowned when I realized my arms were empty.
“Felicity?” I called as my gaze swept the expanse of my room. The wall across from the bed was made entirely of windows, also containing two glass doors that led out to a large deck, overlooking the forest behind my home. I’d been so focused on Felicity last night that I had forgotten to lower the built-in shades, and my room was flooded with light as the sun crested over the tops of the trees.
When I received no answer, my brow furrowed even lower and my chest tightened painfully. Had she left? I began to worry about how and whether she got home safely as I threw off the covers and stood up from the bed.
A glance at the sheets caused a slow burn to ignite in my belly. There was a pink stain—proof that I’d been the first man to explore Felicity’s sweet body.
And the last.
Whoa. That thought snuck up on me, but the moment I considered it, the more I realized how true it was. I didn’t give a fuck how young she was. It was obvious she wasn’t twenty-one, but even if she was only eighteen, she’d sealed her fate when she let me inside and allowed me to take her cherry.
A shiver coursed through me as memories of our night flashed in my mind. I immediately hardened and when I glanced down at my dick, I noticed the smear of blood on it as well. Fuck. I’d taken her bare. I shook my head in disbelief. I’d never had sex without a condom before her. Felicity had broken through all of my barriers, wiping away any rational thoughts, leaving nothing but an animalistic need to take her. The thought of breeding her…it only fueled those urges.
I did a quick sweep of the master suite and kitchen to confirm her absence before rushing to get ready for the day. I didn’t have much to go on, but I wouldn’t rest until I’d found her and made her mine forever.
“She’s where?” I roared, my hand clenching my cell phone hard. I paced my office like a caged animal, every protective instinct in me rushing to the surface.
The last several days had been Hell. The morning after we made love, the security cameras at the front of my house showed Felicity getting into an Uber at around one thirty. I was able to get the license number and had a security friend of mine run the plates. Then a shadier security friend hacked into the app and got me Felicity’s last name.
Once I had it, I ran a background check on her, figuring it would be the easiest way to find her. And, it satiated a small part of my desire to know everything about her.
Name: Felicity Scott
Age: …
Fuck. Fucking motherfucker fuck!
She was fucking seventeen. Seventeen!
The rational part of me. The part that had made me billions as a venture capitalist. The part that recognized how wrong it should have felt for me to fuck her. It screamed for me to let her go and walk away. The age of consent in our state was sixteen, but she was still way too damn young for me. I was twenty damn years older than her.
I spent four days trying to “do the right thing.” But, when I laid in my bed and pictured her long and straight, glossy black hair, her wide, violet eyes fringed with thick, sooty lashes, and her pouty, red painted lips. When I remembered what it had felt like to be on her—in her. My reasons for walking away became cloudy and instead, the list of why I should go after her grew.
My intention to move on hadn’t stopped me from learning everything I possibly could about her. From her birth to her current circumstances in a foster home. She would be so much better off with me. I would take care of her, love her, worship her. And, what if she was pregnant? I would never abandon my child or its mother.
Soon, I was picking up the phone to set the wheels in motion. It was amazing what you could accomplish when you threw money at the right people and had a team with a variety of…interesting skills at your disposal.
For the moment, the best solution seemed to be gaining guardianship over Felicity. Then in a few months, when she turned eighteen, we could be together. Until then, I would care for her, protect her, and keep her from any motherfucker who might get it in his head to try and make her his.
Now, four days after starting the process, I was listening to one of my “fix it” guys, Dixon, as he told me that Felicity had been moved to a state facility the day after we’d met.
“What the fuck happened?” I shouted.
“Apparently, she was out past curfew and when her foster parents found out, they turned her back over to the state. She only has a few months left, so they stuck her in a group home.”
If Dixon had been standing in front of me, it’s likely he would have found himself breathing from a tube for the near future. As it was, my wall gained a new hole shaped like my fist.