SWNOVELS Trapped with Mr. Walker: Chapter 14
I instruct, pulling Harley up onto her knees and spinning her around. I press down gently on her back, encouraging her to lower it and really open up to me.
“You’re fucking stunning,” I say as I roll the condom down on to my angry, swollen cock. I should last longer now that we’ve already fucked once. God, I can’t believe she’s really letting me have her. Letting me be with her. I’m the luckiest fucker on earth right now.
I lean forward, prising her ass cheeks apart with my hands, and slowly lick all the way from her clit to her puckered asshole, chuckling at the way she sucks in a breath as I tease her with the tip of my tongue, pushing it inside her a tiny bit. I’m going to have to work up to her taking my cock. Judging by her reaction, I’d say no one’s ever put a finger there before. The thought that there’s a part of her that will only ever have been mine makes my dick swell painfully inside the condom.
“You’re soaking, Angel,” I rasp as I cup her pussy with my palm from behind. She whimpers as I curl my fingers, driving one inside her. “Anyone would think you’re begging to be fucked again. Your juice is running down your thighs.”
“Reed,” she whimpers, bringing a smug-as-shit grin to my face. I will never tire of her moaning my name like that when she’s dripping wet for me.
“You want me to help you with it, Angel? You want Daddy to fill you up with his cock so you feel better?” I pause as the phrase rolls off my tongue before I can stop it. This could go either way. She could be horrified and run out of here at my use of her joke name for me, burst into laughter, or she could—
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing her ass back toward me.
My cock might explode at how flushed her cunt is.
“Yes, what?” I can’t keep the smile off my face. I’m ridiculously turned on by this game that she started. I wonder if she’s regretting it now.
“Yes, Daddy,” she practically shouts.
Well, fuck. My sweet, pink, animal, plant-loving girl is a naughty thing once she gets going.
“Sit back on Daddy’s cock,” I murmur.
She struggles to take me in this position. She gasps and wriggles side to side with determination, finally sinking back against my balls as she lets out a breathy moan that has me twitching inside her.
“That’s it, Angel. Your pretty little cunt knows just how to make it fit. Now squeeze.”
She does as she’s told, and I tip my head back and close my eyes as her tight little body hugs me hard.
“Am I doing it right, Daddy?” She turns her head to the side and her eyes meet mine in the dark. A smile plays on her lips as she bites the bottom one between her teeth.
“Yes, Angel, you’re doing it perfectly.”
I fuck her twice more like that. The first time with my thumb in her ass and my other hand stroking her clit. And the second time with two fingers in her ass and my hand rubbing her clit. She comes twice the first time, but three times the second time. Three fucking perfect releases that make her ass cheeks shake and her thighs tremble as she convulses around my cock and cries out my name. I told her the entire East Coast would know my name, but I think they probably heard her over in the UK, too.
It’s getting light outside, the tiny break in the curtains letting the early morning sun stream in as I bite her neck with a deep groan and pump her full of cum one more time. Her ankles are hooked around my back and her hands are in my hair as she gasps out the last pulses of her orgasm.
“Good morning.” She giggles.
I roll off her and onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s laid out on my chest as I yank the condom off and throw it to the side, along with the growing pile from the night.
“Good morning,” I reply as she traces her fingers along my jawline.
Her eyes are bright and full of energy, despite not having slept longer than the couple of hours she got at the beginning of the night. She thought I was asleep then, too. But the truth is, I wasn’t, not deeply, anyway. The knowledge that she was so close to me, in the same bed, kept my mind too occupied with all sorts of filthy thoughts.
None were a patch on the reality, though.
Fucking Harley is like nothing I’ve ever done before. Spending all these weeks getting to know her, really know who she is, has done something to me. I would’ve been out the door by now if this was anyone else. Or I would’ve been showing them the door. Either way, it would be over. No one’s held my interest in years. Not since I made the decision that sex was merely a physical motion our bodies go through. A transaction. And once I’m spent, I’m not interested in buying from the same store again.
But Harley? All night inside her, and I feel as though I’ve just gotten started. I want to have everything. Her sweetness, her cute giggle when she watches those ridiculous animal videos, the softness of her voice when she’s talking to her plants. Even the pink glittery fluff I keep finding stuck to my suit pants. And then discovering she’s an angel to fuck, placing so much trust in me, letting me do whatever I choose to her…
I’m a fucking lost cause.
“Are you going to be okay to drive us back? You’ve hardly had any sleep.”
I reach up to stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “I’d offer myself as a vampire sacrifice, so I never have to sleep again if that’s how I get to spend my nights.”
She laughs and then kisses the smirk off my lips. “You’d have to drink blood if you did that.”
“I know where I’d start.” I lie back and fold one arm behind my head, pulling her closer with my other. “I’d be a vigilante, drinking the blood of all the sick fuckers. Cleaning the streets up at night.”
“Ones like your sister helps put away?”
Harley’s gaze is open and trusting as I lower my lips to hers. “Yeah. Like them.” I kiss her softly, smiling against her lips as she lets out a quiet sigh. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” she murmurs as I draw back. “I never thought this side of Reed Walker existed. You’d come and visit Griffin at work and annoy the hell out of me just by being there. And then everything Maria heard…” Two lines appear between her eyebrows.
I frown, hating that she knows about the way I used to act. “Harley, everything that Maria heard is—”
The hotel phone rings. I reach over, lifting it off the hook.
“Hello?”
Harley runs her finger down my chest and over my stomach, tracing around each muscle with a serene expression on her face.
I mean it. She is fucking beautiful.
I listen to the voice on the other end of the phone, my jaw tensing before I answer.
“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll come down now.”
When we arrive back home, Harley’s eyes light up as she spots her slippers inside the hallway when we walk back through the door hours after leaving the hotel.
I shake my head as she slides her feet inside. “They still as good as an orgasm?” I growl in her ear, making her jump.
She looks at me with a smirk. “Maybe not. But they do relieve my aches, rather than inflict them.”
I pull her into my arms. “You should have told me you were aching, Harls. I would have done something.”
“You can’t do anything. It’s your…” Her eyes drop to my groin. “I’m just a little sore, that’s all.”
I hold either side of her face as I seal my mouth over hers and kiss her leisurely. I love how she’s all sweet and pink and girly and can’t even say the word cock to me right now. Despite the fact she was screaming as I fucked her all night until I thought my dick might fall off.
All. Fucking. Night.
Like I was ever going to let her go once she gave me the green light. If we hadn’t had to check out of the hotel and drive back, I know I would still be inside her right now, drawing moans from her perfect pink lips.
“I’ll kiss it better for you.”
She giggles against my mouth and pushes my chest. “I know how that’ll end.”
“I mean it.” I grab her back to me and kiss her again. “Let me take care of you.”
She shivers in my arms as I dust my lips down her neck and press gentle kisses to the red marks I left on her skin. I’ll have to remember she marks easily. I never want to hurt her, despite feeling like I could lose control with her and be rough. Really rough.
“I’ll run you a bath and you can dig out those deformed cat pajamas to put on.”
“They’re caticorns.” She huffs and wriggles out of my arms playfully.
“Whatever the fuck they are, you can wear them and get comfy on the sofa and have a nap until we go out later.”
“We’re going out later?” Her brows rise.
“Yes, I need to drop some papers to Stuart. He’s got Book Page for the day and they’re going to be in the city, so I said we’d meet them for dinner. If that’s okay with you?”
“Of course.” Harley grins. “I haven’t shown Paige the gif I made of you and Freddy yet. She’s going to love it.”
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I call after her as she walks past Bruce and Beryl and whispers something to them. “Harley? Harley?”
She ignores me and carries on into the living room as I sigh and take my keys and wallet out of my pocket and deposit them onto the table.
Half an hour later, she’s in a bath with so many bubbles I’m beginning to think I’m at one of those nightclubs from the nineties with a foam machine and sticky carpet.
“Are you still under there somewhere?” I laugh as I stand at the mirror and shave.
“It’s so good,” Harley moans, the sound sending my blood racing.
I rinse off my razor and lift it back to my jaw, tilting my head so I can see better in the mirror. I look like I haven’t slept. But that’s nothing new. I average just a few hours a night by the time I’ve read over more policies, made more notes, written more speeches, and put the paperwork down for the night.
At least when I make mayor, when, not if—I have to believe I can do this—I will be able to make changes. Make a difference. Feel like I’m doing something.
“I can’t believe the president’s assistant said those things to you today.” Harley blows some bubble foam in the air and watches it float back down.
My shoulders tense at the thought of this morning’s phone call and the request to attend a meeting with the president’s assistant before we left the hotel.
“I believe it. He wasn’t going to say it himself, was he? Too much of a coward to admit when he’s been caught out.” I rinse the razor again and glance at Harley in the mirror.
“It’s good though, right?” Her innocent eyes meet mine. “I mean, she said he was interested in hearing more about your thoughts on stricter sentencing in sexual assault cases, and how to make more cases stronger so they end up making it to trial.”
“Yes.” I smile at her as I towel off my face. She’s right. He may only be doing it to avoid a scandal. To keep my silence. There was already some talk about high class call girls that the First Lady got wind of last year. Her and the president weren’t photographed out together for weeks afterward. I doubt he wants even the slightest whisper of anything that could drag him into the press for the wrong reasons again. In this case, the ends justifies the means. If he’s willing to discuss legislation with me, then I’m more than happy to use it to my advantage.
The water sloshes around inside the bath as Harley steps out and wraps a towel around herself.
“I like your bathroom. Your tub faces the other way to mine.” She gazes around before looking at my shampoo and shower gel bottles inside the walk-in shower.
“It’s your bathroom as well now.” I grab her around the waist and press my nose into the soft skin behind her ear to breathe in her scent. She hesitates in my arms. “We are not having separate rooms anymore,” I growl.
“I didn’t—”
“Harls?” I pull back to look at her. “Did you think we were coming back and carrying on like before?”
Her lips part as she hesitates. “No, I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what would happen. I—”
I silence her with a kiss as I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and tug her towel loose with my other. “Fuck, Angel. Don’t piss Daddy off.”
Her breath hitches and then she gasps quietly as I drop to my knees on the floor in front of her.
“I won’t,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she grabs the sink to brace herself, just as I seal my mouth over her clit and kiss it all better.
Just like I promised.