Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate 1)

“Fuck,” I groan, at the same time she dislodges her hand from between her legs and slaps her palms against the counter. My hands keep her seated against me and I close my eyes, trying to calm my body. She’s got me wound so tightly that it’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep from blowing my load.

“Yes. Fuck. That’s good. Let’s go with that.” My hands are gripped tightly around her hips, and once again, the words coming out of her smart little mouth are my complete undoing. Suddenly, I can’t claim her fast enough.

I grip one of her thighs, lifting it to get a better angle as I start pounding against her. With each thrust, I burrow myself deeper and deeper, and her soft moans are doing nothing but fueling my fire.

Dropping her leg, I reach my hand around to rub her swollen clit. Her breath hitches as I stroke the tender bud, which continues to swell as my hips slam against hers. The loud slap of skin against skin fills the air, drowning out her hoarse pleas. Without dislodging our connection, she pushes upright, letting her arms fall behind her head until they drape around my neck.

Her porcelain skin is on display, and she hums low in her throat when I trail hot, wet kisses across her bare neck. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being wrapped up inside of you.” Her head drops back on my shoulder, her soft pants fanning the side of my face. Her body clenches, squeezing me tight, and I curse. “Does that turn you on?” I pause after thrusting hard. “Do you like it when I talk to you?”

She nods jerkily against my shoulder. I watch as her lips part and a crimson flush creeps up her heaving chest. “You’re an angel, Harley.” I feel a quiver start deep inside of her pussy and it triggers a deep ache in my spine. “Your body is heaven on earth. It’s a fucking shrine, Harley, and I’m going to worship it every day for the rest of my life.”

“Please,” she groans, looking at me through lust-filled eyes. My mouth captures hers, drinking in every pant and cry as my hips flex, thrusting against hers several more times. I increase the pressure of my fingers against her clit and rub vigorously. I feel her body tense against mine, and when I slide my hand back to feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, she falls apart. Her body convulses, trembling against mine, and I thrust against her once more before groaning out my own release. Her body goes slack against mine and I wrap my arms around her, whispering sweet words into her neck in between kisses.

I love you.

That was perfect.

You’re so beautiful.

“I AM SO MAD.”

Rolling over onto my side, I slide my hand around until it reaches Harley’s warm body. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tug her against me, nuzzling my nose into her soft hair. The faint sound of giggling rings in my ears, but I’m so damn tired I can’t talk myself into caring enough to look and see where the sound is coming from.

Harley wore me out today. This girl is a fucking tiger in the sack. My dick is probably going to hurt for days, but I don’t give a shit because it was worth it…she was worth it. After our afternoon romp in the kitchen, we ate dinner and then I ate dessert…off of Harley. It was the best fucking dessert of my entire life. Then, we curled up together on her living room floor and fell asleep watching our favorite childhood movie The Goonies.

“Shhh…” I hear someone whisper way off in the distance.

“I am. I’m so mad. I can’t believe this, Quinn!” This time the voice seems closer, but I don’t have time to think about it because Harley stretches her lithe body and rolls over beneath my arm. She buries her head under my chin and I shiver when her soft hand slides up my stomach and settles on my chest.

“Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.” Stretching my arm out, I let it flop across my face. “Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.” Harley rolls out of my arms and I groan at the loss of her warm body against mine.

“I’m so mad at you, mom!” My eyes snap open when a sharp jab hits my ribs. Pushing up on my elbow, I rub my face.

“I’m mad at you too!” Looking up, I find myself face-to-face with a fuming Max. My gaze wanders to Harley, my mind still trying to wake up enough to understand what’s going on. Her wide eyes glance nervously down to my naked chest and…that’s all it takes. Sitting up, I tighten the blanket around my stomach, praying to God that Max—or Quinn—didn’t see more than they should have.

Please let me have pants on.

Please let me have pants on.

Shifting my legs I feel the harsh scratch of my jeans against my skin and I sigh with relief.

“This is great,” Quinn says, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Harley growls at her and Quinn throws her hands up in defeat as Max continues to stare daggers at us.

“I can’t believe you guys!”

Harley kneels in front of him, gripping his hands in hers, and he jerks away. Fuck. I probably just scarred the little dude for life. Granted, we weren’t doing anything but sleeping, but judging by the frown on his face, he isn’t happy about what he walked in on.

“Max, honey—”

“You camped out without me!” he yells, looking between Harley and me. “You had a campout, and I wasn’t invited!” Max’s little hands are balled into fists and they’re planted firmly on his hips. Throwing my head back, I laugh, relief washing through me. He wasn’t upset about finding me asleep with his mom, he’s upset because he thinks we were camping out and he was missing out on the fun.

“Max, this was not a campout.” Some of the anger drains from his face and he drops his arms to his sides. Harley looks at me, her eyes begging me not to screw this up.

“It’s not?” he asks.

“Heck no!” I shake my head. “I don’t camp out with girls.”

“Because they have cooties?” he asks hopefully.