The first shot landed on my pussy, but I looked up to find him watching me, my eyes. I knew what he needed.
I reached for his face and pulled him in for a tight kiss. The wetness on my pussy intensified as he continued to let go, all while holding a tender, needy kiss.
I liked him needy.
He broke our kiss and put our foreheads together. Relief and disbelief made me start laughing, and Harlan joined me, all the while peppering kisses to the corners of my mouth.
“The piercings felt good,” I said.
“Your pussy felt good,” he countered.
I lifted a brow. “That’s just the outside. You should see the inside.”
“Oh yeah?” He drizzled tender kisses down my body until he was on his knees. “I kinda wonder how we taste, don’t you?”
“What?” Harlan’s deep blue eyes sparkled up at me as he sank his tongue between my lips, taking his time around my clit. “Are you serious?”
He winked from his position on his knees, flattening his tongue and slowly dragging it up. He was unfazed by our shared mess, licking his lips before he said, “Go on, Emma. Take what you need.”
I threaded my fingers into his hair and took a testing thrust, raising my brows at him for approval.
His reverently closed eyes gave me the go-ahead. Harlan was immersed in me, in our power together. So at the edge of the counter, I used Harlan Royce’s face for my pleasure, shaking as I came over the edge again.
Harlan sucked hard, my sensitive clit screaming in a way that I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. He stood, tapping his finger twice under my chin. Confused, I opened my mouth and he plundered it, bringing with him a flood of us. He sat back with a sweet kiss.
“Remember, Emma. Good girls share.”
TWENTY-THREE
HARLAN
MARCH
Emmaand I walked out of the culinary school with our joined hands swinging between us. Emma made sure the doors locked behind us, then stood with one leg crossed over the other. She was feeling awkward, and I didn’t want that.
“Is Liam at your place tonight?” I asked.
“He’s not, actually.”
I snaked my arm around her waist to pull her closer into me. “Come over?”
“Yeah?” Emma’s eyes sparkled and I couldn’t resist planting another kiss on her.
“I want to spend some more time with this really entitled princess I know.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious! Aftercare is important. That,” I gestured toward the school, “was intense. Let’s at least come down from it together.”
“Okay. But no motorcycle rides. I’m too wobbly tonight.”
I nodded. “Meet you at my place.”
I slowedmy motorcycle as I turned onto my street, and my stomach sank when I saw a figure on my stoop. Perfectly waved brown hair curled to her waist.
Greer.
Fuck.