That dress is fucking perfect.
I followed her outside and as we walked past the corner of the building, I snagged her around the waist, lifted her to rest against my body and carried her around the corner. I then deposited her on the ground and pushed her up against the building. My hands went to the hem of her dress and I pulled it up to reveal her panties. I slid one hand inside to find her pussy while my other hand moved to take hold of her chin.
My eyes found hers and I demanded, “You good if I fuck my woman now?”
Those beautiful eyes of hers widened and she nodded. Her arms came around my neck and she said, “I thought you were going to make me wait until we got home.”
My heart sped up and my self-control almost reached breaking point. “Harlow, six days without your pussy and I’m ready to snap my dick off and suck it myself, but even that wouldn’t be enough. I need you. I’m not sure you realise how fuckin’ whipped for you I am. No way in hell can I wait until we get home.”
She wrapped one leg around me and used it to lift herself off the ground and into my arms while wrapping her other leg around me at the same time. Then her lips came to mine and she kissed me with the same desperate need I had for her. Her lips were almost brutal and her tongue demanded nothing less than everything I had to give, until the point we were both panting.
When the kiss ended, we stared at each other through wild eyes for a moment.
She’s mine, but I need more.
I need her like I’ve never needed anyone.
I need forever.
“What?” she panted out as we clung to each other in that suspended-in-time moment.
“I need you, Harlow.”
“You have me, baby.”
“No, I need more. I want forever with you.” My mind raced with the words I couldn’t quite find to make her understand and my chest pumped harder as my urgency grew.
“We have forever, Scott. I want that, too.” Her words came out fast, like she was trying to hurry me, but as much as I needed to be inside her, I needed to make her grasp what I was asking for.
“Marry me.” Fuck, I’d never imagined proposing to Harlow when I had her pushed up against a wall with her dress around her waist and my dick bulging out of my pants, but life hardly ever went the way I envisioned.
Understanding finally dawned in her eyes, and her face lit up with a huge smile. “That’s a given, but you’re going to have to give me a proper proposal before I actually say yes.”
Her sass was one of the reasons I loved her and she didn’t let me down. I shook my head and muttered, “Of course I fuckin’ am. But let’s be clear – we are getting married and it will be soon.”
She tightened her arms around me. “The only thing we need to be clear about right in this minute is the fact you’re going to get your dick out real soon and fuck me. Turns out I’m a cranky bitch when my man goes away, so you need to fix that fast. And I bet when I’m no longer cranky, you can get me to agree to all sorts of things.”
“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m having second thoughts about taking you away with me next time. Turns out I fuckin’ love your dirty mouth when you’re a cranky bitch.”
She opened her mouth but before she could get any words out, I crashed my mouth down onto hers and stole her breath with a kiss. The way she groaned into it and pushed her body against mine told me she loved it.
While I kissed her, I reached down and undid my pants to free my cock. I then slid Harlow’s panties to the side and positioned her so I could enter her.
Finally.
Fuck.
She was so damn wet and ready for me, welcoming me home. Her pussy squeezed around my dick and my eyes closed as I enjoyed the fuck out of that.
And then I pulled out and thrust back in.
And I knew I’d never go six days without her again.
As I held her tight and fucked her hard, I managed to get out, “This is going to be fast, baby.”
She gripped me hard and fought for her release as hard as I did. And as we worked together to find the magic we always found, I knew I’d always fight hard for her.
For absolutely every part of her.
The sex.
The good times.
The bad times.
And the sweet, sweet moments where I knew no matter how much shit we had to go through, we’d make it.
10
Harlow
“Six days away from J, and I was going crazy,” Madison said as we watched Scott and J on the other side of the restaurant.
It was the night after they’d returned from their trip, and we were at the re-opening of Storm’s restaurant, Trilogy. Most of the club members were in attendance, along with their old ladies.
I turned to Madison with a frown. “Griff’s not here. He’s coming, right?”
“As far as I know, he is. But can we get back to more important things, please?”
“What?” I was so distracted tonight. Scott had asked me to marry him last night, and yet, I still hadn’t told him I was pregnant.
Nerves whooshed through me at the thought.