She was fighting to stay quiet and that was so fucking sexy. It meant Rico was doing his job.
And since I knew how good his mouth felt, I couldn’t even blame her.
He lifted his face, wet with her juices, to warn, “You gotta be quiet, Harlow.”
“Rico, I’m trying.” Her voice dropped two octaves and dissolved into incoherent cries.
“Soul, cover her mouth for me.”
Harlow arched off the mattress at his command. Writhing and whining.
Our gazes clashed as I climbed on the bed and relief shuttered her desperation when I pulled her head into my lap.
She was still shaking. And panting. And so damn wound up.
But she relaxed when I cradled her face and looked down at her.
Her long lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks and each inhale turned into a gasping sound.
My baby was going through it. And she looked so fucking perfect.
“Can you look at me, Harley baby?”
She did as she was told and I held her jaw in my hand, thumb rubbing the corner of her mouth. “You know you’re ours, right?”
My thumb pulled down her bottom lip and her exhales cooled my skin.
“You may have left but that never changed. You’ll always belong to us.”
“Soul,” she whimpered.
“I know, baby.” I eased two fingers into her mouth, muffling her noises. “And you look so fucking pretty like this.”
The tremors traveled from her thighs and throughout the rest of her body.
Not even a minute later, her orgasm ripped through her, intense and unexpected.
I didn’t care that her teeth clenched around my fingers or that every time she moved her head in my lap, a little more of my sanity slipped away.
My dick wanted in on the pleasure radiating off her.
Harlow shook, her voice still trapped behind her cries and my fingers.
She sucked my fingers until Rico came up for air, releasing her from the aftershocks still rolling through her.
Rico dropped kisses over her stomach while Harlow stared up at me, her stretched pupils and slow blinks melting my heart.
“You needed that, huh?” I asked, pulling my fingers out of her mouth. I kept my tone light and soothing. She still looked dazed and tried to blink away the tears clouding her eyes.
The only answer I got to my question was a sniff.
One followed up by two more.
Until fat tears spilled down her cheeks and her shoulders shook.
“Aw, hell,” I murmured.
Lifting her, I moved her head from my lap to my chest and let her get it out. Rico got up and moved across the bed until he was beside us. He stared at me with a mixture of panic and confusion.
