We took pictures of Liam in his car. I had to grin at Owen actually kicking the tires and asking concerned questions like heworried about the safety of the brand new car Harlan had bought him.
Heading back to the party, Harlan insisted on bringing the Cup inside to cool off. A few minutes later, he poked his head outside. “Em, can you come help with the ice cream? I can’t find your scoop.”
I followed him inside and headed for the kitchen. He whirled around, flashing his hands at his sides. “I should probably wait to tell you, but this news is too big.”
My eyes widened. “What is it?”
“Annie just called. The Rusties are going to make me an offer for eight years, $10 million each. ”
I clapped my hands over my mouth before running at him and throwing my arms around his neck. “Harlan! That’s incredible!”
He held me tight, burying his face in my neck. “I can’t believe it. They met my request. All that worry about leaving, it’s really over.”
I pulled back and held his face in my hands. “So you’re definitely, definitely, for real staying?”
“I’m definitely, for real staying.” He kissed me again and again. “Maybe we can live together or something?”
“What?”
“I mean, Liam’s going to be gone, and I’m here for a while, and I just . . . I want to be with you? All the time?”
A slow smile spread across my face. “That might be nice. Being with you all the time.”
Harlan lifted under my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “Think we can steal a minute now?”
“That’s all it’s going to take you?” I teased. “One minute man?”
His hands slid to grip my ass. “In this dress? Forty-five seconds.”
“Go, then!”
Harlan breathed heavily running up the stairs with me in his arms.
And there, in the middle of the floor, sat the Cup, my ceiling fan on high above it. I cracked up.
“Are you using my fan to cool the Cup?”
“Maybe,” he said. “But really, it’s so I can do this.”
Harlan sealed me into a ferocious kiss and walked me backward, stopping when my heels brushed the bottom of the trophy. Then he steered me to turn, planting my elbows on the edge of the bowl. “You promised I’d get to fuck you bent over the Cup if I won. I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s your turn.”
He flipped up the back of my skirt and ripped my thong to my ankles. He sank to his knees and palmed my ass.
“I wonder who else has had their ass eaten over the edge of the Cup,” he said before spreading the globes of my ass and plunging his tongue into the space between.
“Harlan, Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “Isn’t the Cup keeper going to be looking for this?”
He didn’t answer me.
His fingers coasted up through my slit, spreading my wetness around before he plunged one deep inside me. He curved his finger to hit that sweet spot, then intensified the pressure. I curled my hips, squirming away from the pleasure. Harlan used his other hand to pull me close.
“Take what I give you, brat.”
“It’s so much,” I moaned.
“You have no idea how hot you look right now,” he said before spearing his tongue into me again.
All at once, his touch disappeared and his belt buckle clanked behind me.