Only With Me (Sugarland Creek #4)

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Harlow

W aylon has already made my birthday so magical—one I’ll remember forever—I can’t imagine what other surprises he has planned after everything he did.

This morning, I woke up to the sweetest message from him about how much he loves me and couldn’t wait to see me tonight.

An hour later, someone from The Grindhouse delivered mine and Mom’s favorite lattes and muffins.

At noon, Maria’s Kitchen showed up to bring us our favorite Mexican dishes for lunch.

After that, the bakery owner from Tillie’s showed up to bring us specialty chocolate fudge cupcakes topped with strawberries.

Safe to say, by the time he picked me up, I was more than ready to kiss him.

Scrapbooking with his family and dancing at sunset in front of headlights topped everything off perfectly.

When we enter Waylon’s house, there’s gotta be a hundred balloons covering his living room and a big Happy Birthday banner.

“You’ve gone crazy!” I laugh, removing my jacket and setting it on top of my bag. “How did you even blow all of these up?”

“I recruited a couple helpers.” He smirks. “Bentley came over and then I bribed Wilder to donate some of that hot air in his head.”

“So mean.” I playfully swat his chest and he captures my wrist. “Just wanted today to be extra special for you.”

“You’ve made it unforgettable.”

“Good.” He winks, then takes me by surprise when he lifts me up and carries me through the balloons and into the kitchen.

When he sets me down on the kitchen island, he stands between my legs.

“I have a gift for you.”

“Waylon, you’ve already done so much today.”

“Just one more.”

He reaches for something from the drawer and my eyes widen when I see it’s a jewelry box.

“When I first realized I was thinking about you as more than a friend, I knew I was in trouble. I was either gonna get my heart broken or have to break yours because people wouldn’t accept us being together. But then I started fallin’ in love with you and those fears no longer mattered because I only wanted you. And to prove that you will always have my heart, no matter what, I wanted to give you this locket.”

He opens up the box, revealing a very unique type of necklace I’ve never seen before.

“When you press the button, it plays my heartbeat. Which means, you’re the only one who will ever have it. I’m giving it to you to keep forever.”

My mouth drops at the sentimental way he’s promising me that I’ll always be his and he’ll always be mine.

“This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever received,” I gush. “Can I try it on?”

“Yes, but only…” He pulls it out of the box, then holds it up for me to see. “If that’s the only thing you’re wearin’.”

“Hm…” I bite down on my lower lip. “You might change your mind about that when you see what I have underneath this dress.”

He lifts his brows. “You play dirty, don’t ya?”

“Haven’t you learned by now? I’m always playin’ to win.”

Waylon smirks, then puts the necklace around my neck. When I press the button and hear his steady heartbeat, I almost start crying again. Considering I just lost my dad, this gift means so much. It’ll make it feel like I’m not alone, even when I am, and that I’ll always have him close to my heart, too.

“That looks beautiful on you.” He cups my face and tenderly kisses me.

I touch it against my neck. “Thank you. I love it so much.”

“And I love you.”

“Now, take me to your bedroom. I’m done waitin’.”

“Harlow Fanning, are you sayin’ you only want me for sex?”

“Right now, yes.” I deadpan but he knows I’m messing with him.

We’ve talked about how my doctor approved me for light physical activity, so I’m taking that as a go-ahead on the whole losing my virginity thing.

“You”—He lifts me back up into his arms—”are about to be sorry you said that.”

Waylon places me on his bed, then puts his knee between my thighs, and leans in until I lean back on my elbows.

He lifts my dress over my hips and finds the lace red thong and corset with little white bows on them. “Fuck, are you wearin’ lingerie?”

“Mm-hmm. I thought you’d like red for strawberries ,” I taunt.

“Mmm…my favorite.” He licks his lips, then strokes a finger down my panties and back up again until he rubs over my clit.

“Grind against my knee,” he orders, rocking it back and forth against me. “Lie back and put your arms up.”

I do as he says and then he slides off my dress the rest of the way.

“Jesus Christ, you look gorgeous. So fuckin’ perfect.” He cups my breast that’s spilling out of the cup. My sister helped pick out this set for me, once she got over the ick factor that she was picking it out for her ex-boyfriend who was going to sleep with her little sister.

She made me swear to never utter a single detail.

Waylon towers over me, bringing his lips to mine, and rubbing his knee between my thighs. It feels good, but I’m ready for the real thing. No more dry humping or grinding on the outside of his clothes. I want to feel all of him.

My hands go to his belt buckle, attempting to undo it so I can unbutton and lower the zipper.

“Patience, baby. I wanna take my time with you and make sure you can take all of me.”

“I don’t care if you haveta shove it in there with a bottle of lube, I want you inside me.”

“Harlow…” He chuckles against me as if he knows better than to be surprised by what comes out of my mouth.

“It’s not my fault you showed up in sexy tight jeans and a cowboy hat. You’ve been edgin’ me ever since then.”

He left it in his truck when we got to his place but now, I’m tempted to ask him to put it back on.

“Oh, is that what does it for ya?”

“Um, yeah…pretty much guaranteed to get some if you show up lookin’ like a hot cowboy.”

“In that case, I’ll make sure I always have one on.”

“As long as you’re prepared to pay the consequences,” I quip, wiggling underneath him. “Because after tonight, you’ll be lucky if I ever let you get dressed again.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“Now you’re catchin’ on, cowboy.”

As if he can’t help smiling, the corner of his lips reach his eyes. Then he leans back and takes off his shirt with one hand behind his neck.

Fuck, that’s a sexy move.

Then he slides his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs—I finally learned the difference between boxers and briefs and definitely prefer the latter. And once he’s completely naked, he grabs a condom and bottle of lube from his nightstand and sets them on top.

“I’m gonna get you ready first, so you’re nice and wet,” he says, dropping to his knees and then spreads my legs wider.

He kisses my thighs, the right first, and then the left. Slow, taunting licks around my pussy until he finally moves the thin strap of fabric and puts his tongue where I need him the most.

Waylon’s oral game is always so damn good but it feels extra sensitive with how turned on I am. He ravishes every inch of me, my clit and down to my opening. Then he slides two fingers in and eats like he’s been starved for me.

“That’s so good,” I moan out the words, threading my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gonna add in a third finger. Lemme know if it’s too much,” he says.

“You could put all ten in as long as it means you’ll fit inside me.”

“Harlow…” He shakes his head, grinning. “I’ll stretch you out nice and slow.”

All my confidence vanishes when that third finger is enough to set me off because of how tight and full it makes me.

“Relax your muscles, baby. Lemme in all the way.”

He wasn’t even in all the way?

I release a breath and then he slides in deeper.

“Good girl…just like that.”

He thrusts slow and steady, flicking my clit as my wetness coats his fingers.

“Lemme taste my favorite strawberry…” he murmurs, twisting his wrist and pushing against something inside me that has me moaning louder than before. “There we go, just like that. Do it again.”

He repeats the movement, but this time, pleasure bolts through my body like an explosion erupting inside me.

At this point, I beg God for mercy because my body can’t stop shaking. I come harder than I have before when we’ve fooled around, even with that vibrator he bought me, this feels so much more intense.

“Holy shit,” I finally spit out when I can inhale again. “How did you do that?”

He lifts until I can see him, licking his lips like he just had his favorite dessert.

“You’re not the only one who can ask for sex tips.”

Who would he ask for ? —

“Did you seriously ask your brother?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug. “It’s been a while for me, too. You’re not the only one who’s nervous. And I wanted to make sure you were properly prepped.”

“Remind me to thank him later.”

He barks out a laugh. “I’ll have you screamin’ loud enough to thank him for the both of us.”

My eyes fly to the ceiling, realizing Wilder’s right above us.

“Is his room right there?” I point up.

Waylon presses his mouth down to my chest, licking a straight line from between my breasts up to my neck. “Yep. And payback’s a bitch for all the times I overheard him, so you better scream , baby.”

In a weird way, that turns me on even more.

“Then you better gimme something to scream about, cowboy.”

Without warning, he stands and pulls my legs nearly off the bed. I yelp as I hang onto the edge, so I don’t fall.

“You’re gonna be sorry you said that.”

His taunting warning tone should scare me, but I want everything he has to offer.

Waylon pulls me up to my feet. “Everything off…I wanna see all of you.”

He helps me out of the corset and then my panties. His gaze lowers down my naked body, appreciating every curve and scar. He’s kissed them dozens of times when we’ve fooled around but it never gets old to watch him openly accept that my skin isn’t perfect. But to him, I am, and that’s all that matters.

Waylon moves us to the bed, with me on top, and him flat underneath me. I watch as he rolls the condom over his impressive hard length and then he coats himself with lube.

“Being on top will give you more control of the pace and rhythm. Slide down on my shaft and then rock against me like you normally would if we were dry humpin’ in the truck.”

I love that he voluntarily talks me through it without me having to ask because he knows I’d want instructions beforehand.

Straddling his legs, I lift on my knees and position him between my thighs. I grab his shaft and then slowly push it inside me.

Waylon holds my hips in place, watching my face for any discomfort, but I’m focusing on him because I want to see the moment he’s fully seated inside me for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

I don’t think he’s even all the way in.

“Am I okay to keep going?” I ask.

“Yeah, as long as it’s not hurtin’ you.”

I’m ready to get the pain over with because I know it’ll be there initially anyway.

With one quick exhale, I push all the way down.

I gasp at the tightness and wait for my body to adjust before I inhale.

“Are you okay?” He squeezes my side to grab my attention.

“Uh huh…” There’s a sharp pain but it’s not unbearable.

I lift slightly before sliding back down, the pain now a dull sensation. “I think the worst is over.”

“Put your hands on my chest and then you can move however you want.”

When Waylon put the vibrator inside me, he was slow and gentle, but I want more. The lube seems to have helped because I can slide up and down him much easier than with the toy.

With my palms flat on his abs, I grind on top of him, slowly at first, but then we find a rhythm. I relax my muscles and he bends his knees slightly so we can rock back and forth.

“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible.”

He sits up, wrapping a hand around my neck and pulling us together in a heated kiss.

“Are you doing okay?”

I nod in between panting. “Can we do another position?”

He lifts his brow, smirking. Without a word, he flips us over so he’s on top and my legs are wrapped around his waist.

“Go deeper,” I tell him. “I can handle it.”

He sinks lower on top of me, grabs one of my legs and then pulls it up to rest on his shoulder.

“Holy shit!” I gasp as he moves, his cock penetrating me so freaking deep. “Don’t stop.”

Waylon kisses and sucks my neck, plays with my nipples, and thrusts hard and deep until I’m seeing stars.

“Scream my name, baby. Nice and loud.”

And I do, over and over, until I can’t take it anymore and beg him to let me come.

“Waylon, please. I’m so close.” My legs wrap around him, and I dig my heels into his ass to push him deeper.

He’s a master at edging me even if it was meant to make me so wet that it no longer hurts. Now, it’s pure bliss. Pleasure overload. And I want him to feel that too.

“Say the magic words, baby girl, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Baby girl? Oh fuck, that’s a new one.

Turns out it works on me because it makes my core tighten even more.

“Please lemme come on your cock…I need to so badly,” I beg, squeezing my pussy so he can feel how needy I am.

“Such a good girl for me, Harlow…” He lifts both of my arms above my head and locks them with one hand. The other pulls him up slightly before he slams back down on top, tickling a spot inside me that has me screaming again.

He wraps his hand around to cup my ass and then lifts me up to meet his thrusts again and again. The hard penetration movements send me over the edge and then I’m falling, moaning through the waves of pleasure, and squeezing his dick.

Waylon buries his face in my neck, groaning through his own release.

This feeling we just shared is almost indescribable. Euphoric. Blissful. Heaven on earth.

What I imagine being high is like.

No wonder people get addicted.

I’ve only experienced it once, and I’m ready to give up my life savings and everything I own just to have it again.

“Harlow, talk to me. Are you okay?”

Blinking through the lavender haze, I look up at him with a sated smile.

“When can we do that again?”

“Christ, woman.” He falls back on the bed, sweat coating his forehead and into his hair. “You’re seriously gonna kill me, aren’t you?”

I lean up on my elbow so I can look at him. “Oh, right. You’re older, so you probably need like five minutes to rest, right?”

“ Five minutes? Yeah sure…” He pants out between the words, and I laugh.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest, kissing my shoulder. “Baby, you’re gonna be very sore tomorrow. I’ll get you some pain reliever and a cold towel so I can clean you.”

Arching a brow, I try to look down between us. “Did we make a mess?”

“You bled a little, most likely from how deep I went, and it mixed in with the lube.”

I scrunch my nose. “That’s probably not attractive, huh?”

“You think your blood is a turn off for me?”

“I dunno…I thought it would be gross to you. Or maybe a part of the trauma from what happened to Wilder.”

Although Waylon told me a while ago some more details about Wilder’s past, we don’t bring it up, so I can only assume he’d associate blood with what happened.

“There is no part of you that would ever be a turn off or unattractive to me. You could squirt piss all over me, and I’d still be hard inside you.”

“Okay, ew. Wait a minute.”

He chuckles like he knew that would get my attention.

“Women squirt piss?”

“That’s what some of the researchers say…that it comes from the bladder. There’s mixed opinions about it, though.”

“Why am I just learnin’ about this now? You were supposed to teach me all things sex before we got here.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Haveta save some stuff for extra credit lessons.”

“There’s more?”

He brings his fingers to my nipple, pinching it until it gets hard. “We haven’t even touched on anal play yet.”

He flashes a playful smirk, thinking I don’t know about butt stuff, but thanks to Natalie and her tendencies to overshare, I’ve already been educated in that department.

Doesn’t mean he has to know that.

“Hmm…” I feign innocence. “For you or me, cowboy?”

When I waggle my brows, his face lights up. “Very funny.” Then he rolls over me to get off the bed. He takes out a bottle from his nightstand drawer and then shakes two pills out.

“Sit up, and I’ll grab you some water.”

He puts the meds in my palm and then slides on his briefs. But before he leaves the room, he glances over his shoulder.

“And to answer your question, both .” Then he winks and walks out.