Page 62 of Betraying Him
“H-Harley,” she stutters, her voice cracking.
Fuck, my name has never sounded so good.
“Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?” I grunt. “Let me feel it, little devil. Come for me, then I’ll fill you up. Come on, baby, let me feel that tight as fuck pussy squeezing around me.”
As though my words set off a chain reaction in her, she does exactly that. Her back bows up off the floor, and a hoarse cry escapes her lips as her walls tighten, suffocating my cock.
I bury my head in her neck as a heat gathers in my gut. I keep thrusting, my movements becoming erratic and uncoordinated, and then it rips through me, the sensations making my vision go white. I cry out, my hips stuttering as my orgasm crashes through me.
It feels like it goes on forever, and then I’m breathless, my body covering hers as we both come down from the high. It feels right, lying with her like this and justbeing.What we have right now is what she should have had all along, and that’s when the realization comes to me.
I need this again.
I need this, and so much more.
Fuck, I just needher, in whatever way she’ll let me have her.
Forever.
It doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past or what we have to face in the future, as long as I have her—as long as we have each other—we can get through it all.
FORTY-FOUR
SAVANNAH
Our heavy breathingfills the room, our sweat-slicked bodies still pressed together as Harley presses a chaste kiss to the side of my throat.
That was… well, it was amazing.
It was unexpected, probably a bad idea, and I’ll no doubt regret it, but it was earth-shattering to just be in the moment with him.
It was like a fantasy playing out before my eyes, and I couldn’t help but just let myself go.
But I know it shouldn’t have happened.
We shouldn’t have done what we did, because Harley still doesn’t know the truth of our story, and it’s not fair to either of us to get close before everything comes crashing down.
He’s clearly had a change of heart, but I still can’t figure out if it’s just a pity thing or if he knows there’s more. His mom says he suspects, but how much difference is there between what he suspects and what is real?
No matter what he thinks, it can’t be anywhere near as bad as the truth, and so I need to put space betweenus.
I don’t want to hurt him more than I already have, but I also need to protect myself at the same time, and letting myself get tangled up with Harley again will no doubt only lead to my hurt.
I don’t want to hurt anymore.
Harley lifts his head, and I can see his intentions in his eyes. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me, and it’s going to break my resolve all over again.
Nope, not this time.
Something inside of me snaps, and I roll out from beneath him before climbing to my feet. He stares up at me with a look of confusion, but I turn my back to him as I pull on my clothes, trying to blink back the tears.
“Sav…” he starts, but I shake my head.
“Don’t. Don’t, Harley. I just…” I can’t get the words out to explain myself. I can’t even fucking look at him because I know that if I do, I’ll break.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, my voice breaking as I flee. I run and I don’t look back.
I run and run until my legs can barely hold me up, until my cheeks are wet with tears and until I can barely take in a breath, my chest is so tight.
