Only With Me (Sugarland Creek #4)

Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Waylon

T he weight of uncertainty finally lifts off my shoulders, so when Harlow is seated in my lap, I pull her into me without hesitation.

“You’re so beautiful and perfect,” I whisper, stroking my thumb over her cheek.

“I’d argue about the perfect part,” she sasses.

“Perfect for me ,” I clarify, brushing the strands of loose hair behind her ear. “Do you need me to talk you through this?”

I’m only half-teasing, but I want this to be a good experience for her and to make sure she’s comfortable even though we’ve done far more than kissing at this point.

“I think I’ll be okay. Take the lead, and I’ll follow,” she says confidently.

Slowly, I lean in closer, but not quite touching. My hand slides around her neck and up into her hair. Pressing my forehead to hers, I inhale her scent and breathe her in.

Her chest presses into mine with every deep exhale, and I know she’s anxiously waiting.

“Harlow…” I say her name gently, hoping it calms her nerves. “Wrap your arms around me.”

She slides her hands up my shoulders and around my head, then grips her fingers into my hair.

I love the feel of her hands on me, touching me, craving me as much as I crave her.

Our breaths mingle together before I tilt her head back and then glide my lips over her soft ones. I move against her, slowly at first, and then she kisses me back with fervor.

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she massages it with hers and we quickly form a rhythm. I tighten my grip around her, then lift my hips so she feels how hard she’s made me again .

“Yes…” She moans when she rocks against me. “Dry humping is even better with kissing.”

I chuckle softly, teasing her bottom lip between my teeth before deepening it.

“Do you want me to rub your clit for you?” I ask.

The more she grinds on top of me, the harder it is to hold back from coming in my jeans.

“You can do that in this position?”

“Are you doubtin’ me?” I quip, lower my hand to the unbutton of her jeans.

“Never…” She pants, almost nervously.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

She nods.

“Sit up slightly so I can grab your zipper,” I demand.

She holds onto my arms as she lifts on her knees, giving me better access to lower her jeans. I teasingly slide my finger along the top of her panties and watch for her reaction.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire,” she admits, blushing. “Keep going. I want you to touch me.”

I twist my wrist as I lower my hand and then press the pad of my thumb over her clit. As I rub circles over it, her breathing picks up and her eyes flutter closed.

With my free hand, I grip her chin and bring her mouth back to mine so I can overwhelm her senses until she comes on my lap.

“Waylon…” She struggles through the buildup, needing more.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart…you can let go.”

“I’m tryin’. I’m so close.”

Bringing my lips to her neck, I kiss and suck under her ear.

“That’s my good girl, baby. Ride me while I touch your pussy.”

I quickly learned how much she likes it when I say filthy things to her and that it helps get her off so easily.

“It feels so different when you do it,” she says in between deep breaths.

“Different bad?”

“No, definitely not…the pressure is so good.”

“Your clit is so needy, fuck. I can’t wait to taste it.”

Her nails dig into my skin as she moves her hips with mine.

“Put ‘em inside me. Your fingers. Please ,” she begs, and I almost don’t recognize her desperate plea.

With another twist of my wrist, I slowly move two digits to her opening.

“Brace yourself, Harlow. It’s gonna be tight and there might be some pressure.”

“I don’t care…I just wanna feel you there.”

Fuck .

I’m trying so damn hard to go slow and be gentle with her but she’s so eager to experience everything all at once.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’m so wet, they’ll slide right in.”

I almost chuckle at how confident she sounds because even though she’s aroused, she’s never had anything inside her and doesn’t know how far it can go.

“Tell me if it hurts,” I remind her, sliding two fingers between her folds before slowly entering inside.

Her body tenses, and I do my best to ease in and out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… perfect ,” she hums.

I bring my lips to hers again so she’ll relax, and when she finally does, I thrust in deeper.

“How’s that?”

“You can go faster.”

I do as she says and increase my pace, finger-fucking her fast and deep.

“Oh my God, that’s so good…don’t stop.”

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. You wanna come on my fingers?”

“Yes, so close…I’m?—”

Her head falls back between her shoulders, body shaking, and frantic moaning echo around us and I know she’s there—riding the high of her first orgasm given by someone who’s not herself.

“Holy shit,” she exhales the words with a sated smile.

I bring up my hand and hold up the two fingers before sliding them in my mouth.

“What do I taste like?” she asks, watching me intently.

“Sweet…like fruit.”

“No way.”

Once I’ve cleaned off my fingers, I bring my lips to hers and slide my tongue between them so she can see for herself.

“You taste like my favorite strawberry.”

“I like tastin’ myself on you. Maybe next time I should spit your cum back into your mouth so you can see for yourself.”

I arch a brow, wondering where the hell that came from.

“Do you have a spitting kink I’m just now learnin’ about?”

She giggles against me, tightening her hold around my neck and kissing me again.

“You’re not the only one who can teach.”

“We’ll circle back to that one later.” I grin against her.

“Mm. But I’m also learning how much I really like kissin’ you.”

“Glad to hear it, because I don’t think I coulda gone another day without it.”

“Am I good at it?” She pulls back. “You can be honest.”

“Harlow…” I laugh between my words. “You have nothin’ to worry about. Everything we’ve done has been better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You should know the answer to that by now,” I quip. “But yes, go ahead.”

“If you’ve liked me for a while now, why did you agree to teach me about sex and orgasms when you knew it was so I could find someone on that datin’ app?”

“Because I didn’t want anyone else teaching you. I wanted you to have those experiences only with me.”

“Okay, fair enough.” She licks her lips. “I kinda stopped tryin’ to meet anyone because I much rather spend my time with you.”

“Is it safe to say you won’t be going on a second date with Ethan?”

She snorts. “Emery, and definitely not. He was kinda weird and way too invasive.”

“Invasive, how?”

“He asked about me the entire time, never said much about himself, and wanted to know a lot of personal details.”

My brows raise in concern. “I hope you didn’t tell him where you live.”

“No, but he did ask where I worked.”

“Harlow…” I sigh. “What’s the point in meetin’ in a public spot if you’re just gonna tell him how to find you later?”

“I thought it was harmless…he looked like a normal guy.”

“They all do until they hunt you down like prey.”

“Now you sound like Natalie. She makes me share my location with her because she reads all these horror novels about serial killers. Oh shit, speakin’ of—” She reaches for her bag and takes out her phone. “If she’s watchin’ me now, she’s gonna freak out that I’ve been sittin’ in the middle of nowhere for a half an hour.”

“I think I like this Natalie…”

“I’m sure you would,” she mocks, scrolling through her messages. “Yep, seventeen texts askin’ if I’m alive.”

“I’m glad she cares about you though.”

“Oh no…” Her eyes grow wider.

“What?”

“She called the sheriff and gave him our location.”

“Oh shit…we better go.”

When I look in my rearview mirror, I realize it’s too late. He’s parked behind me.

“Fuck, you better get over.” I help her move next to me but then realize her pants are still undone. “Button your jeans.”

Then I scramble to adjust myself and hide my erection.

There’s a knuckle tap on the window and an angry sheriff with a phone to his ear.

“Hey, Sheriff Wagner,” I say once the window’s down. “Nice day out, ain’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Rhodes, I see ‘em.” He speaks into the phone, his tone laced with annoyance as he glares at me. “Alive, not murdered.” His gaze moves to Harlow. “She looks fine to me. By the looks on their faces, I interrupted somethin’.”

And then a loud squeal through the phone’s speaker, “I knew it!”

“Oh my God,” Harlow mutters, her palm colliding with her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

Her apology to the sheriff gets ignored as he pulls his phone away from his ear and dramatically hangs up on her.

“Mr. Hollis…” His pointed stare makes me uneasy. “Ms. Fanning.”

“We were just?—”

“Save it.” He holds up a hand. “I highly encourage y’all to get a move on because if y’all make me do more paperwork on my day off , imma be pissed.”

“Yes, sir.” I lower my steering wheel and then pull the lever to move up the seat. “We’re leavin’ now.”

I watch in my side mirror as he walks back to his car, shaking his head. Once I’m buckled, I signal to turn onto the road and drive back toward the ranch.

“Holy crap, he scares me.”

I chuckle. “He’s all growl and no bite.”

“I can’t believe Natalie called him and made him find me. She’s gonna kill me for makin’ her worry.”

“Better text her that you were too busy to answer.” I smirk.

“Yeah, see…that’ll require a whole Thursday night topic of conversation where she’ll demand a play by play of what happened.”

“Not… everything that’s happened, right?”

She shrugs innocently.

“What have you told her so far?”

She purses her lips, then pretends to seal them.

“Well that’s not fair…who am I supposed to tell?” I’m only messing with her because I’d never reveal intimate details to someone else.

“Your twin brother.”

I scoff. “He has the biggest mouth of anyone I know and unless you want your sister findin’ out through him, I can’t tell him shit.”

Even though he already suspects something’s going on between us, I don’t have to confirm anything yet.

“That’s true, but I’ll need to tell her eventually.”

I reach over, interconnecting my fingers with hers. “I know. We can do it together, if you want.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I think she’ll be happy for us. At least, that’s my hope.”

“For you, maybe. I have a feelin’ she’ll wanna kick my ass.”

“Well, that might be the price you pay if you wanna be with me,” she taunts.

I bring her hand up and kiss her knuckles. “In that case, I’ll let her get in a few good punches before I tell Wilder to hold her back.”

“How sweet of you.” She giggles. “But I think you’re gonna haveta tell my dad first.”