Chapter 26
Harlow
"That’s the thing, Travis," I say, my chest feeling full for the first time in the last four years. "I’m not sacrificing anything. I’m choosing me and my happiness." I get on my tippy-toes and kiss under his neck, exactly where I can feel his heartbeat under my lips. His heart is beating as fast as mine and all I can do is smile. "Now that we have that settled, can we get naked?"
"Yes," he agrees and holds up a finger. "Just so I understand what is going on," he says and I rub my nose under his chin. "Four years ago, you were going to move with me."
"That is correct," I say as my hands go to the hem of his shirt, my hands sliding it up just a touch.
"So not only was I a total asshole," he continues talking. "But I was stupid."
"That is correct." I give his neck soft kisses. "And dumb." My finger trails up his stomach.
"Really dumb," he confirms, and when I look up at him, I see that his eyes are closed as I move one hand down to cup his cock through his pants. "Harlow," he hisses out. "I really…" His voice comes out breathless as my hand rubs up and down twice. "We really need to talk." He stops talking when my hand goes to the top of his jeans and I slip in the tips of my fingers, touching the head of his cock. He groans when my nails graze the head of his cock. "We really need to talk," he repeats the words and my other hand leaves his chest and comes to unbutton his jeans.
"We should talk." My hand goes to the zipper as I pull it down. "But there is something else I could be doing with my mouth." I smirk at him as I sink down to my knees and pull his pants down, licking the tip. "I missed you."
Travis chuckles. "Are you talking to me or my dick?”
"A bit of both right now." I fist his cock in my hand. "A little bit of both," I say, swallowing down his cock as much as I can.
"Harlow." He hisses out my name, burying his hands in my hair. I work his cock with my hand and my mouth. I feel his cock getting bigger in my mouth when he steps out of reach and I moan at him.
He goes back to the couch and kicks off his pants and then rips his shirt over his head before lying down. "I think I want to use my mouth to do something else besides talking." He doesn’t need to ask me twice and in three seconds I’m naked in front of him. I walk over to the side of the couch and stand at his side. His hand rubs the back of my calf going up, and then he slips two fingers into me. "Sit on my face." He pulls me to him and I throw a leg over his head, putting my knee beside his head. He doesn’t wait for me to lower myself over his mouth; instead, he grabs my hips with his hands and lifts his head to lick my pussy. The second his tongue slips into me, all I can do is moan out before falling forward and swallowing his cock. I suck his cock with the same rhythm as he finger-fucks me. First, with one finger and then with another, my hips rotating every time he flicks my clit with his thumb. I let go of his cock when I’m on the edge of coming. "Right there." I don’t even have the words to say what to do, the only thing I can do is ride the wave. His fingers and tongue seem to be everywhere and then I start riding his face. "Travis!" I shout out and I can feel my pussy starting to clench when he stops licking me. "Travis," I moan out as my fingers slip inside myself to push me over the edge.
He reaches out and rips my hand away. Sitting down on the couch, he holds out his hand for me and pulls me toward him. "Ride me," he says and I straddle his hips, holding his cock with one of my hands as I position myself over him, sliding down. My hands go to his hips as I raise myself up, and he tilts his head back. I lean forward and kiss him, my tongue sliding into his mouth. His tongue wrestles mine as I move up and down, his hands coming up to cup my tits. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and all I can do is let go of his lips to moan out. His hands go to my hips as our lips hover over each other. "Harlow." My eyes look into his as I rise and fall on his cock. "I love you," he says the words I’ve longed to hear for I don’t know how long.
I put my hand on his face. "I love you, too." Leaning back down and kissing him, it doesn’t take me long before I’m coming all over him. His hands hold my hips as I stop riding him and he thrusts his hips upward. He sits up straight, wrapping a hand around my waist as he lifts both of us and turns me, placing my back on the couch. He puts my legs over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside me. He fucks me harder and harder with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. "Travis," I moan out each time he hits my G-spot. "I’m going to."
"I know, baby," he says. "I can feel it." He licks his thumb and pushes down on my clit as he rubs it from side to side. "Fuck, you are so tight," is the last thing he says before I come all over his cock again. He thrusts back into me twice more before he comes right after me.
My legs fall from his shoulders and I close my eyes to get my breathing underway. He falls on top of me and kisses my shoulder before he buries his face in my neck. "I," he pants. "I," he says again and I can’t help but laugh. "I have no words."
"One thing we do really well," I tease as I rub his back with one of my hands. "Is sex."
"Yes." He kisses my shoulder again before peeling himself off me. "Communication we can work on. Sex." He shakes his head and pulls himself out of me. "We got that down to perfection." He bends to kiss my stomach before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He comes out a second later. "Your bathroom is empty," he says, shocked. "There is like one roll of toilet paper."
"I don’t use that bathroom," I say, standing up. "So I packed it first."
I turn to walk to my bedroom and I can feel him following me and he stops in his tracks. "Holy shit, it’s empty."
I look around the room seeing ten boxes packed and labeled. The last week I’ve pretty much spent all my days in my house unless there was an emergency. "I’ve been trying to get it all done."
"You really were going to just up and leave and come to me," he says and I put my hands on my hips.
"Were you not doing the same?" I tilt my head to the side and he just puts his hands on his hips. "Exactly," I say. "Don’t you get all shy on me."
He laughs and comes to me, pushing me into the bathroom. "Time to take a shower."
I don’t even argue with him, and when I finally get out of the shower, the water is ice cold and my hands are pruned up. "I don’t have anything for dinner," I inform him, wrapping a towel around myself. He steps out of the shower after me, grabbing his own towel. "I’m sure I can whip something up." I grab a shirt and ignore the way he tries not to laugh. "I cooked last time and it was fine."
"That was not you who cooked it, and you know it." He smirks at me and kisses my shoulder.
"You’re lucky I like you." I glare at him, walking out of the bathroom and going to the kitchen. I open the freezer and cheer when I see that I have a couple of frozen meals that my grandmother made for me. I slip them into the oven and hear him walking out of the room wearing his boxers.
"I found two meals. I don’t know what they are but my grandmother made them, so they should be good," I explain, and he wraps his arms around my waist.
"Then I think we are safe.” He laughs loud, letting me go and then going to sit down on the chair.
"There is the family barbecue." I look over at him. "Tomorrow for lunch."
I watch his face and see the nerves settle in. "Well, better now than on our wedding day." He laughs nervously and my heart speeds up. In this whole thing I never even thought about what happens next. "Hey," he says and I look up at him. "Later," he tells me. "Tell me who will be there?"
"Pretty much my whole family," I share and he groans and puts his head back.
"Good, so everyone who wants to shoot me in the ass," he says and I can’t help but laugh.
"Not everyone." I look over at him. "My grandmother might still like you."
"Good to know." He shakes his head and we spend the night, just us, together.
When I pull up to the house the next day, the number of cars is staggering. "Jesus, it looks like it’s doubled since I was here last."
"Lots of kids grew up," I reply, getting out and walking in front of the car to meet him. He’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and he looks just as handsome as he did when I first saw him. He slips his hand over mine as we walk toward the back of the house.
"Oh, look, it’s the Bobbsey twins,” Reed says when we see him. "Did you guys really have to dress the same to get that united-front look?”
Travis laughs and leans down to kiss my head. "I want to make sure everyone knows she’s mine."
All Reed does is fake vomit and then yells across the lawn, "Harlow is here and she brought a boy!” All eyes turn to us and he squeezes my hand a little tighter than he should. He slaps Travis on the shoulder. "Welcome back." He snickers and then takes off to find Hazel.
"It’s going to be fine," I mumble under my breath. "The first thing we have to do is say hello to my grandparents and then work our way down the family."
"That sounds like a plan," he mumbles back. "I mean, he’s older now, so chances are if he shot me, he would miss."
I can’t help but laugh as we walk toward my grandparents who are sitting together. "Well, well, well," my grandmother says with her head tilted to the side. "Look at what the cat dragged in."
"Oh, dear," I say, suddenly thinking that maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had. Perhaps I should have eased into it instead of just jumping into the deepest part of the river.
"Hello," Travis greets from beside me. "Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, good to see you again."
"Is it?" my grandfather inquires, leaning back in his chair. He wears his jeans and button-down checkered shirt with his white cowboy hat that he never goes without. He looks at me, and even though he’s got the tough exterior, I can see the lightness in his eyes. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his family, even accepting Travis after he hurt me. "Heard you got married." He glares at Travis.