“I’m fine,” I say, trying to erase the image of Harrison and I on the motorcycle last night. Not that I plan to forget it any time soon, but this isn’t the time to let my reaction to one of the most incredibly sexy moments in my life show through. “Did you decide on colors?” I ask, hoping that I didn’t miss it.
“No, not yet,” Josie says as she opens one of the many magazines sitting on the table. I swear she has every subscription available. “I like red and Liam likes black, but I don’t know.”
“I think you should wear a red cape over your gown. It goes with your winter theme and will keep you warm.” Jenna says.
“Oh I like that idea,” I add. Josie’s gown is gorgeous and just perfect for her. Liam won’t know what hit him when she walks down the aisle.
Josie claps her hands together and writes something down. I don’t envy her. Okay, maybe I do. Mason and I had a small wedding. My parents thought I was too young to get married and wouldn’t pay for much of it and his parents paid for what they could. It wasn’t much, but it was ours, and that’s all that mattered. Honestly, I can’t see myself walking down the aisle again.
His caress his soft. He cradles me like a fragile doll, even though I’m not. I’m not going to break suddenly; at least I don’t think I will. He slides his hand from my back to my ass and pulls me forward. I rock against him. His mouth moves along my neck to my chest; placing lingering kisses as he keeps rhythm with our bodies.
My hand moves into his shorts. There’s not much room between our bodies. This would be easier on the ground or in a bed, but here… on his bike… the need to be with him is so great that I can’t stop. I won’t. I need this moment with him.
I pull his zipper down carefully, never breaking eye contact with him. His adam’s apple bobs up and down each time he swallows. He stands and the bike wobbles making me wonder if this is a smart idea after all. Harrison smiles and kisses me briefly, before pulling out his wallet. My heart skips a beat when I see the classic foil package in his hand.
“This not how I expected our first time to be,” he says. He pulls his shorts down a bit, enough to free himself. I gasp. Something in the back of my mind tells me to run, but my heart is screaming at me to stay and to give myself to the man in front of me.
“You’re prepared.”
He sits down and cups my face. “After the other day, I’ve been hopeful, but I won’t pressure you. I want you to be absolutely sure.”
“I’m positive. I want this with you.”
“Katelyn?” A hand slams down on the table making me jump.
“What?”
“I asked you a question,” Josie says.
“Sorry, what?”
“What is wrong with you?” she says. I look from her to Jenna and shake my head.
“Nothing, I’m just tired.”
“Late night?” Jenna asks.
“No, not really.” My night wasn’t long, just over stimulating. I was exhausted when I left Harrison’s house this morning. Yesterday, when he showed up at mine, I had no idea we would take our relationship to that level. Hell, I don’t even know if we have a relationship, because neither of us discussed it. All I know is if he doesn’t want me, I’m going to become a nun and lock myself away.
“Well you seem really tired,” Josie says with concern in her voice. If she only knew that sleep wasn’t something I did much last night, she’d be giddy and beside herself planning my wedding. I know she’s waiting for me to tell her that Harrison and I are together, but honestly, if we are, I want to leave it a secret for a little while longer until I can tell the girls. I’m not sure how Peyton is going to handle me dating. Hell, I’m not even sure if I’m going to handle me dating.
“Sorry, I just didn’t sleep well.” I add hoping she’ll leave it alone. “What was your question?”
“What?” she asks. Jenna starts laughing and I quickly follow. Josie has wedding on the brain and is sidetracked so easily.
“She wants to know if you’re ready for Los Angeles,” Jenna says, covering for Josie.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” I say. I’m hoping this trip gives Harrison and I some definition on our relationship. We have a few band things to do – if they decide I’m still going to be their manager – and we’ll be away from the prying eyes and gossip hounds of Beaumont. Something I desperately need.
“I’m so excited.”
“Only because you’ll be on that hunk of man’s arm when he walks the red carpet,” Jenna says, rolling her eyes.
“You need a man,” Josie says.
I punch her lightly in the arm. “What’s with you? First me and now Jenna? Maybe we like being single.”