Josie starts laughing. “I know for a fact you’re not single, no matter what you tell yourself, and Jenna… my dear sweet Jenna, it’s been four years. Let me find you someone.”
Jenna and I roll our eyes. Jenna hasn’t dated since she moved to Beaumont and after what she went through, I don’t think I’d date either, although someone would be hard pressed to lay a finger on her now. Liam and Harrison treat her like a sister, and that has to mean something to her.
“I don’t need a guy, Josie. I have you guys, you’re my family.”
“But what about sex?” Josie squeals. Jenna turns red and I look the other way. If we were in public, I’d be so embarrassed.
“Sex isn’t everything,” Jenna answers back and every part of me wants to yell that yes it is, but I keep quiet.
“Okay,” he says as he tears open the wrapper and sheaths himself. I scoot forward as he grabs my hips, bringing me on top of him. He moves my skirt, using it to cover us. His finger finds me again, but only briefly as he moves my panties aside and slides into me. I dig into his neck with my nails as he fills me.
“Oh fuck, Katelyn,” he says through gritted teeth. He has a firm hold on my hips as he moves me up and down. I’ve always been in control when I’m on top, but he’s clearly leading us, setting the pace.
His hand slides under my shirt, his fingers pinching my nipple. I scream out. He silences me with his mouth. “Ssh, baby.”
I don’t want to be quiet. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, because right now, that is the only way I can express myself. He slides in and out, filling me each time. He moans when I come down on him, only for him to repeat the motion. He rocks us back and forth, the friction from my panties pushes against my clit, increasing the heat in my stomach.
“Oh God,” I say against his mouth.
He increases our speed. The bike wobbles a bit but we don’t fall, although we deserve to end up in the hospital for being this stupid.
“Harrison…”
“I’m right there, baby.”
His laughter shakes my reverie. When I focus, I find him leaning up against the kitchen counter with his ankles crossed. His eyes are focused on me. Does he know what I’ve been thinking about?
He follows Liam and Jimmy into the dining room. Liam kisses Josie and I find myself wanting Harrison to do the same. But he doesn’t. He sits across from me, and it seems like a mile apart compared to how close we were last night. I fight every urge I have to leap across the table and climb onto his lap.
Jimmy pulls out the chair next to me. He sits down and places his arm on the back of my chair. I look quickly at Harrison. His lips are in a thin line, even though I know how full they are and he’s frowning. A chill runs down my spine, thinking that he’s jealous of Jimmy. It’s a little exciting I have to admit. Not that I plan on making him jealous or anything.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” Jimmy asks. It’s nice that he’s been spending more time here, but I imagine his harem of girls are getting antsy for his return.
“I’m going to curl up with a good book,” Jenna says.
“You need to curl up with a good man,” Josie adds, causing the guys to laugh. Subtlety is not her forte, apparently.
“Jenna, sweetheart, I’m a man who loves a good cuddle every now and again,” Jimmy adds his two cents. Jenna turns red and scowls at Josie, who seems oblivious. I know she means well, but not everyone is going to have that instant love like her and Liam. I shake my head at Jimmy. He’s not as smooth as he thinks he is.
“What about you, H-man, who are you doing tonight?” Jimmy asks as Harrison spits out his water all over the table and starts coughing. I have to hang onto my chair so I don’t get up and rub his back, even though that’s exactly what I want to do.
Harrison sets his water down and pounds on his chest. Liam and Josie are laughing and I suppose it’s funny, but I’m awaiting his answer. We haven’t made plans and the girls are home. Not that it makes a difference. We’ve done plenty of things together.
“My son and I are hoping to have dinner with three very beautiful women that we know.”
The room is suddenly quiet as all eyes are on me. I can feel ten sets staring me down, waiting for my answer.
I sit up straight and meet Harrison’s questioning eyes. “We’d be honored to have dinner with you and Quinn,” I say proudly. The gasps are enough to confirm that whatever Harrison and I are, the group here says we’re dating, and I’m very okay with that.