Mine to Have (Southern Wedding #1)(45)
Playing the scenario in my head over and over again. Asking her to come and then wondering if we would be married by now. For sure we would be, I would be begging her to marry me. Would we even be living in this house? Get up grabbing another beer and then checking to see if she called me, I think about calling her but I’m afraid that she might have fallen asleep and I’ll wake her.
The whole night I drink beer after beer while I make myself almost crazy with questions about what would have been. I lie on the couch sometime after eleven and my eyes close for a second. I hear the soft knock and my eyes flutter open to see the television still on. My head feels all groggy when I pick up my phone to see that it’s just after 2:00 a.m. I see that there isn’t a text from her, nor have I missed a call. My stomach sinks knowing that she is probably mad at me for what happened before. I contemplate getting up and going to sleep in my bed when I hear the knock again. I sit up, looking back at the door and getting up. I take four steps to the door and then hear a soft knock yet again. "What the hell?" I say to myself as I grab the door handle and the phone rings in my hand. I look down seeing Harlow’s name at the same time that my hand opens the door. My hand stops halfway to my ear when I see her standing there in the middle of the porch with the phone to her ear. "Harlow," I whisper, and I wonder if I’m dreaming about her again. I blink a couple of times to make sure that I’m really seeing her.
"Hi." She holds up her hand with the phone in it. "Surprise," she says, opening her arms and my phone falls to the floor and I rush out to her. My arms wrap around her waist as I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist at the same time she grabs my face with both hands and lowers her lips to mine. I slide my tongue into her mouth and the both of us moan out. I turn around, walking back into the house, closing the front door with my foot.
She moves her head to the side as the kiss deepens, my heart hammering in my chest. "I can’t believe you are here," I say when I let go of her lips. "Are you really here?"
"I mean, you could be dreaming." She smiles and her index finger traces my lower lip. "I just hope you're real."
I lean forward and bite her neck and then suck in. "Yup, real," I confirm and I just stare at her. She’s everything and more. "I missed you."
"Show me," she says in a whisper. "Show me all the ways you’ve missed me." She reaches for her shirt and pulls it over her head. "Fourteen days." She leans in, biting my lower lip. "Fourteen times," she says, and all I can do is toss her on the bed. It takes a whole twenty seconds to get us both naked. Our hands are frantic to touch each other, our mouths attach and never let go. There is so much I want to do to her but her hand grips my cock and pulls it to her vagina. "I really want to swallow you to the back of my throat," she says, letting go of my lips for a bit. "But I need you inside me more."
She doesn’t have to ask me twice, in one thrust I’m all the way buried in her. Both of us moan out. She arches her back and I fucking swear she was made for me. She wraps her legs around my waist and it doesn’t take me long until I’m roaring out her name at the same time that we both jump over the cliff. I hunch over her, not moving from inside her. "Are you really here?" I bend and kiss her lips.
"I’m really here." She smiles at me. "I didn’t think I would be able to swing it, but I just couldn’t go another weekend." Her hand comes up and cups my face. "Even if it’s for just a little while." She leans up and rubs her nose with mine and she rolls me over for round two.
"Where are you going?" I mumble with my eyes still closed when I feel her try to move away from me.
She chuckles as my hand doesn’t let go of her one boob. "I have to pee." I open one eye when I let go of her and see her slip out of bed and walk to the bathroom. "What time is it?" I turn to look at the clock.
"It’s eleven," I reply and wait for her to walk out of the bathroom. All night we went at it, neither of us wanted to sleep and lose the time we had with each other. We finally drifted off to sleep sometime after eight, after we made an early breakfast. I hear the toilet flush and then the water turn on. She walks out of the bathroom right after and my cock wakes up. "I have to leave by two."
The happiness that I felt not too long ago now turns into anger. "You just got here.”
"And I had to beg someone to take my place, but they can’t do it all weekend, so I took what I could." She puts a knee into the bed and then crawls to me. "Don’t do that face."
"What face?" I try to change my face but she knows me.
"The face." She swings her leg over my hips straddling me and leans down. "When this part right here." She points between my eyes. "Gets all scrunched up." She kisses the spot. "And then this dimple right here." She points at the right side of my cheek. "It droops." She kisses my dimple and my hands go to her hips.
"I don’t want you to leave me yet," I admit to her and flip her on her back. "What if I tied you up and never let you out?" I ask her and her green eyes just light up when she laughs.
"That, my friend, is called kidnapping." I smile at her. "And I think you get arrested and put into jail."
"Ugh, fine," I say, trying not to ruin the last couple of hours I have with her, but the minutes fly by and in the blink of an eye I’m kissing her beside her car. "Are you going to call me when you get home?"