Not Fake for Long by Weston Parker
38
KEIRA
Harrison was always intense, but he kissed me now like a man possessed. I was still reeling from him saying that he loved me and from saying it back, but that didn’t stop me from clawing at his clothes just as urgently as he was clawing at mine.
Shoes, socks, shirts, and pants went flying until we were both left only in our underwear. His hands were in my hair, his hard body pressed as close as it could get to mine.
Our kisses weren’t pretty. They were hungry, passionate, and intense. It was like we were trying to cement the words we’d just said with our bodies. Like if we kissed hard enough, we might actually merge and physically become one, just as it felt like our souls already had.
I didn’t know what had brought this all on, but I knew he’d meant it when he’d said that he loved me. I also knew that I’d meant it when I’d said the same thing to him.
We’d both stumbled into this relationship unexpectedly. Finding love when I was supposed to be learning how to ride a horse with my sister had definitely taken me by surprise, but I really couldn’t imagine life without him now.
Maybe it had been unexpected, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t right. In fact, it felt like the rightest, most natural thing that had ever happened to me.
I loved him with everything I had, and I wasn’t even afraid of it. In the past, I’d been too scared to really open my heart to anyone in any meaningful way, but it wasn’t like that with Harrison.
Despite him not telling me who he was from the start, I trusted him. We’d talked a lot about it over the last few weeks, and we’d realized that we’d both felt the connection between us from the very beginning.
I would’ve been terrified of losing him as well, so I couldn’t exactly fault him for being hesitant to tell me. Besides, I knew he hadn’t lied to me about anything else. We’d gone over just about everything we’d ever talked about, and the only thing he’d held back was how successful he really was.
It was difficult to believe he’d really sold the Hynes Group, but I knew he’d been contemplating doing it for a couple of years. While I was slightly anxious about what it would mean for us now that he would be out here permanently and I still had to live and work in the city, I wasn’t scared that it would break us apart.
There was nothing in the world that could keep me from this man. Living a couple of hours away from him certainly wasn’t.
As he gripped my hips and ground his hard-on against me, I moaned into his mouth. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, toying with the waistband of my panties as he drove me out of my mind.
My nipples were peaked against his chest, and every brush of it against them while we kissed sent sparks through me. Then there was the press of his bulge against me down below that made it even more difficult to think straight.
Abandoning all pretense of rational thought, I surrendered to him, writhing and squirming while hanging onto him like a freaking koala with my arms and legs both locked around him. His lips were soft on mine, but his kisses were hard and insistent.
With his hips starting a rolling motion, he drove me right to the edge, even though our underwear was still on. I ran my hands down the defined muscles in his back, arching mine to get closer to him.
“Harrison,” I moaned between labored breaths and deep kisses. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Now?” he groaned, sounding tortured as he lifted his head away from mine. “Can it wait? This won’t take long.”
I smiled when his lips formed the most adorable pout. “No, I don’t think it can wait any longer. You’re going to want to hear it.”
“Okay, shoot,” he said, his hips stilling as he looked into my eyes. “Let’s hear this very important thing that can’t wait ten more minutes.”
Playfully shoving his shoulder with mine, I pressed a kiss to his mouth. “It’s not going to be only ten minutes and you know it. Besides, you’re going to want to hear this.”
A soft grin appeared on his lips as he inclined his head. “Fair enough. It may take a little longer than ten minutes, but don’t keep me waiting. You’re killing me here.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said, then waited for the realization of what I was saying to dawn.
It started with all the lightness and humor fading from his eyes, leaving behind a burning intensity as they stared into mine. His jaw clenched and relaxed, and he lowered his forehead gently to mine.
“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then the answer to the question you haven’t asked yet is yes, I’m clean. The only person I’ve been with since my last test is you.”
“I’m clean too,” I said. “It felt like it was time to tell you that I was on the pill, so I got tested this week.”
“Does that mean…” he trailed off, swallowing hard before he looked at me again. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I said confidently. “I’ve never done anything without a condom before, but I’m sure that I want you to be the first. I trust you, and I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered back, then brought his lips back to mine in a kiss that was entirely different to what they’d been before.
This kiss was soft and gentle, tender and loving. It also seemed to set the tone for the rest of the morning that we spent in bed. While there was still plenty of heat between us, things slowed down from there.
His touch was feather light as he unhooked my bra and pulled the straps off over my arms, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses on my skin when he sat back to roll my panties off my hips. Our gazes kept locking, our eyes only leaving the other’s when it was absolutely necessary for them to do so.
Once I was completely naked, I sat up and crawled into his lap, my hands in his hair and my mouth on his as I pushed him down so his back was on the mattress. Mimicking what he’d done earlier, I kissed my way from his mouth, down his throat to his chest while I reached for his boxer-briefs.
Being careful to lift the elastic over his cock, I ran my lips down to his stomach while using my feet to pull the underwear all the way off. I glanced up into his eyes as I positioned myself between his legs and wrapped my fist around his shaft.
His lips parted and his tongue came out to swipe across them, but he didn’t stop me. My gaze stayed on his as I took his tip into my mouth, sucking gently at first while I started stroking him with my hand.
A long, loud groan ripped out of him when I took him in as far as I could before pulling back again. One of my hands rested on his stomach, and he slid his fingers between mine and squeezed as his head strained back into the pillow.
The column of his throat moved as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his muscles tensed. I’d seen him like this so many times now, but it somehow got sexier every time I saw it.
Knowing that this was the man I loved added an extra layer of depth to it today. I loved him, and I loved giving him pleasure. Loved seeing the effect of the pleasure I was giving on him.
If he had let me, I could’ve kept at it at all day. As soon as his hips started thrusting though, he tapped out and hauled my mouth back to his.
Sliding both his hands into mine, he helped me balance with my legs on either side of him as I lowered myself down. All without breaking our kiss.
I moaned into his mouth when his tip parted me, trembling as I sank down on him until he was seated deep inside me. I was still surprised that I could take all of him without it hurting, but it didn’t. It felt too damn good to hurt.
We started moving at the same time, our moans and heavy breathing filling the air in between kisses. Harrison didn’t let go of my hands once, holding them tight while he made love to me.
My first orgasm hit shortly after that thought—that we were making love. My body stiffened and trembled, my toes curling as I whispered his name.
He moaned right along with me, those hazel eyes of his liquid pools of heat, need, and love as they looked into mine when I opened them again. Slowing the pace until I could catch my breath, he released one of my hands to tunnel his into my hair, bringing my lips to his in a searing kiss.
When his hips started moving faster again, I met each of his thrusts with my own until my mind splintered into a million pieces. Pleasure overwhelmed me, making me shake as I came undone once more.
He was there with me, his brow furrowing as his muscles tensed. It was the first time that there was nothing between us when he came, and I was amazed at how much more I could feel his orgasm like this. It triggered these delicious little aftershocks in me, and when I finally laid my head down on his chest, I was totally and utterly spent.
We were both slick with sweat, but neither of us seemed to mind. We just lay there, relishing the feeling of being together without having to rush to take care of a condom or to go somewhere.
A while later, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and slid a finger beneath my chin to prompt me to look up at him. I managed, but I was still so boneless that I didn’t even try to move much more than that.
“I love you,” he said softly when our eyes met.
I smiled lazily, nuzzling the stubbly underside of his jaw. “I love you too, but please tell me you didn’t have any big plans for today.”
“Nah.” He kissed me and then laid his head back down on the pillow. “Let’s have a nap. When we wake up, we can have lunch and then we can come right back here.”
“That sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard,” I replied, surrendering to the urge to let my lids close. “Do you mind if I sleep right here?”
“Still inside you and with you still on top of me?” he asked before a chuckle vibrated in his chest. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else. Sleep now, baby. We can talk more about everything when we wake up.”
I drifted off after that, and when we woke up, we did exactly what he’d said. We made lunch naked. Then we talked more about the sale of his company and about how my week had been. Once we’d eaten, we went back to bed and stayed there until late afternoon.
Over beers while watching the sunset, we finally turned to our future now that we’d said those all-important words to one another. We even started making some tentative plans together. When we went to bed that night, I fell asleep in his arms and wondered if we’d ever get to the point where I’d get to be here with him every night.
