Wright Kind of Trouble, page 13
“Not with you,” she said, coming to her knees and running her hands up my thighs. Her tongue laved over my still-swollen cock. The mingled orgasms on the length. “Never with you.”
“Fucking hell,” I groaned.
Then, I hauled her dripping wet body over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. It was going to be a long night, and I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
I woke with a mouth on my cock.
Harley’s blonde hair a fan covering her beautiful, round face.
“Baby girl,” I groaned. She shot me a blue-eyed look, a devious one. “Isn’t your jaw sore?”
I’d given it a workout last night. I was shocked she’d want to be doing this again. That her body wasn’t still a puddle next to me in a sex-induced coma.
She flexed her mouth around my cock in answer and went back to sucking me off. I dropped my head back, enjoying her mouth bringing me to full mast. I wasn’t going to argue with her if this was what she wanted.
A minute later, when I was good and ready for her, she crawled back up my body. Her breasts swung as she positioned herself over my cock again. Her hand came to grasp the shaft, and I grunted in appreciation.
“What a fucking sight,” I said.
She smirked as she settled herself down onto me. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened into a perfect O. The face she’d been making as she fucked me with her mouth. A sight I would never fucking forget. Fucking gorgeous.
“You’re so…big,” she whispered on a sigh. “So fucking big.”
I thrust upward, meeting her as she rocked up and down on me. “Made for your pretty pussy.”
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
My hand slipped between our bodies, a finger strumming against her clit. She shuddered under my touch as she came to life.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes.”
“This greedy pussy is already so close.” I came up to a sitting position, wrapping her legs behind me. She gasped as I used the new leverage to bounce her harder and faster, all while I got her body pressed tight to mine. “So greedy.”
“I deserve another orgasm.”
“You do,” I agreed.
Then, our mouths crashed together. Tongues and lips and bodies, hot and wet and needy. The night before was erased by the desire still rampant between us. The feeling of never getting enough. I’d had her all night, and still, I wanted more. Always wanted more.
She came on a high, bringing me crashing down with her. Our bodies shuddering with desire. My mind going fuzzy and delirious as I held her in my arms.
“Trouble,” I whispered into her hair.
“Mmm,” she said, nuzzling against me. “I’m the trouble you want.”
Finally, she slid off of me and went into the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later in a big, fluffy Percy Tower bathrobe, the signature P in gold on the right pocket.
And I realized I never wanted her out of my sight.
“Do you have to go home?” I asked.
“I thought we’d get breakfast.”
“But after?”
“I should probably check in with Mom.”
“Room service then. I need you at least once more before we leave.”
She grinned and jumped back onto the bed, crashing into me. “I want pancakes.”
“All the pancakes you’d like,” I said against her lips.
“And then seconds,” she teased.
“Or maybe seconds and then pancakes.”
I pressed her back against the bed, and her stomach rumbled. She laughed, covering her face.
“Or maybe pancakes first,” I corrected. “Can’t have you hungry.”
She jerked me down for another kiss, and then I went to the hotel phone to order breakfast for us. I couldn’t help watching her in the bed, a satisfied smile on her lips as I placed the order.
I wondered how we’d gotten to this moment.
And how long it was going to last.
18
Harley
Later that morning, I was in Chase’s Porsche, cruising toward my mom’s house. We’d lounged in his massive hotel room for as long as I could get away with it. I wanted him all to myself all day, but I hadn’t anticipated the day we’d have and needed a change of clothes. So, I was going to pop back in with Mom. I didn’t have anything I had to do until Monday morning with my internship. I planned to take advantage of every single minute with him.
Plus, I was kind of looking forward to Mom’s reaction to Chase.
And a little worried.
“This is the turnoff.”
He shifted gears as he pulled off the interstate. “Not words I’m used to hearing from you.”
I laughed. “I haven’t found the thing you do that turns me off.”
He smirked at me. “I accept this.”
“Are you ready for this?”
“For what exactly?”
“Meeting my mom. She said she wanted to meet you when she realized it was a date.”
His eyes widened as his eyes skid to mine across the car. “She did? You did not mention this before.”
“Scared of parents?” I asked with a grin.
“No, parents love me.”
I snorted. “Modest.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“You took her only daughter out on a date, and I didn’t come home.” I raised my eyebrows. “I mean, she’s going to know what we were up to.”
“Fair.”
“I wouldn’t worry,” I said with a laugh. “It’s my mom.”
Chase looked a little worried. Which was fine. I wanted to see him sweat for a minute. Even though there was no reason to.
My mom was so cool. A woman who had been a roadie for ’80s rock bands had a fast and loose approach to parenting. After all, she’d done all the rebellion that I—her brainiac daughter—had never done.
Until Chase Sinclair…
“Well, I hope you’re right.”
“Guess we’ll find out,” I said with an unconcerned shrug.
A half hour later, Chase pulled the Porsche up in front of my childhood home. He parked on the street and jogged around to my side. I practically skipped up the sidewalk with Chase on my arm.
I turned the doorknob to the unlocked house and called out, “Mom! I’m home.”
“Oh, Harley?” she asked, a note of panic in her voice. She hurried out of the kitchen with a flush on her cheeks.
“Mom. This is Chase.” I gestured to him. “Chase, my mom, Tanya.”
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“I didn’t expect you home.” Her eyes jumped between me and Chase.
She was acting weird. And I didn’t know what that was about. It couldn’t be Chase.
“Is everything all right?”
“Oh, sure. Yes.”
Then, a figure I never wanted to see again strolled out of the kitchen.
“Owen,” I said in disbelief.
What in the fuck was my dad doing here? Not only was I no contact. So were all my brothers. He hadn’t been at Jordan’s wedding. Even Whitt had cut him out. And as far as I knew, so had my mom.
“Hey, honey,” he said with a charismatic smile, as if nothing at all was amiss.
And maybe he could have pulled it off, but my mom couldn’t.
“Mom?” I asked. “What the hell?”
“It’s fine, honey. Your dad just came by to say hello.”
Sure.
Hello.
I highly doubted that. Especially since I knew that my mom, for some unknown reason, still loved the man. She’d given him her whole heart, and he’d abused it to the point where she couldn’t ever leave. She was too enamored with him. And I hated it.
“This must be your young man,” my mom said in a high-pitched voice. “I was telling your dad that you were out on a date.”
But Owen was looking at Chase with narrowed eyes.
“Chase Sinclair,” he said as if placing Chase’s face with a name.
My heart sank.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This was a disaster. A total fucking disaster. Owen couldn’t know who he was. He couldn’t know him from Lubbock. He couldn’t know the Sinclair-Wright rivalry that had been alive over the last decade. He just couldn’t.
This would ruin everything.
“Yes, sir,” Chase said.
His eyes darted to me. An apology in them. Even though he had no reason to apologize. But he must have known how bad this was as well as I did.
“I know your father,” Owen said, stepping forward and offering Chase his hand. “Arnold, right?”
Chase shook his hand automatically. “Yes, sir.”
“Hmm,” he said, assessing the situation.
“Well,” my mom said, as if she could sense the tension in the room, “why don’t I get drinks? We could…we could sit and have a chat. I’d love to get to know you.”
“Chase can’t stay,” I said at once.
My hackles were up, and I was half ready to bare my teeth at Owen. I didn’t want to be in the room for another minute with him. I didn’t want to see what catastrophe he was about to wreck through my life.
But it was coming.
And I was his daughter after all.
I knew what I had to do to fix it.
“Correct,” he said slowly. His eyes swept to mine again, a question in them that I couldn’t answer.
“Actually, Mom, why don’t you stay here with Chase? I need to talk to Owen alone.”
“Uh, honey, are you sure?” Mom asked.
“Of course.” I pulled Mom into a hug. Poor, helpless Mom, who just wanted the narcissist to love her. “I’ll only be a minute.” My eyes cut to Owen, as sharp as a knife. “Right?”
Owen smiled, an opening gambit. “Just a minute, love.”
Chase put his hand on my wrist. “Harley…”
I shook him off with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”
I could see he wanted to disagree, but I couldn’t right now. I had to be strong enough to withstand Owen Wright.
Then, I stepped into the kitchen with my father.
I hadn’t seen the man on purpose in years. I despised his stupid, lying face and his ridiculous, deceitful mouth. West might have been the one to confront the rest of our family to discover the truth, but I was the one who had found out that Owen had a separate family in the first place. And I wasn’t like Whitt, who had believed the best in him. I knew that he only had a race to the bottom.
“It’s good to see you.”
“What do you want?” I asked, cutting him off. My eyes were cold, and I stood my ground against the man who had made me this hard.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“What. Do. You. Want?” I bit out. “I know you have a price. What is it so that you don’t tell everyone?”
“Now, Harley, why would you want to keep your relationship a secret?”
“I am not here to talk about Chase with you. Clearly, you know who he is. You know the Sinclairs relationship with our family. You know that the Wrights hate them.”
“And you don’t want anyone to know,” he said as if he hadn’t clocked it the minute he saw Chase.
“So, what do you want?”
“A relationship.”
“No,” I said. “You can’t negotiate with ambiguity. Someone taught me that.”
He smiled wider. “It’s good to know some of my lessons got through to you.”
“Yeah, you taught me how to be a conniving jackass. Congrats!” I mock clapped.
His smile slipped. “At least I prepared you for law school.”
I sighed heavily through my nose. “All right. So, that’s the play? You want to pay for law school?”
“Don’t act like it’s the worst thing in the world. You wouldn’t have to go into debt to get your degree. That’s a blessing.”
Or a curse if it meant opening the door to him.
“I could get a scholarship.”
“Not at Harvard.”
I snorted. “I don’t have to go to Harvard to be a good lawyer.”
“No, but if you get in, you’re going. And I’m paying.”
I wavered.
I hated him for this. Hated taking his money. How he always tried to buy my affection. The stupid gifts along the way that meant more to him than how hurt I was by what he’d done. He didn’t deserve this opportunity.
And if I gave him an inch, he’d take a mile.
But what was the alternative?
He would tell everyone about Chase and ruin the one thing that I wanted in this world. He’d fuck with my life the way he fucked with everything.
What were the keys to law school for that?
“Fine.” I held my hand out. “You pay for law school for your silence.”
“Don’t make it out to be such a big deal.”
“Shake on it. Or I won’t believe you mean it,” I snapped. “We all know you only honor your business deals and not your promises.”
His face went flat. Ah, so I could hurt him. Good.
Then, he shook my hand.
“A deal is a deal. I’ll be in touch.”
“Looking forward to it,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I pushed past him and out of my childhood kitchen. Chase was seated next to my mom, but they both looked up when I came into the living room. Chase rose to his feet at my face.
“Give me two minutes,” I said.
I all but ran into my room, tossed my clothes on the floor, and pulled on black jeans and a tank top. I was back in the living room a split second later.
“Let’s go.”
“All right.” He held his hand out to my mom. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”
She stood and wrapped him up in a quintessential mom hug. “You too, dear.”
I left the house like a tornado, set to tear the world apart, and only stopped when I reached the locked Porsche.
“Hey,” Chase said, setting his hands on my shoulders. “Talk to me.”
“She’s not supposed to be with him. She said they weren’t together anymore.” I whipped around, unable to hide the fury and despair roiling through me. “He’s the worst person absolutely fucking imaginable, and she’s still with him.”
He nodded. “I understand that sentiment more acutely than probably anyone else.”
“Why did your mom stay?”
“I wish I knew. She loved him. She didn’t want to uproot her life.”
“And now, you have a baby brother!” I said with a headshake.
He’d told me when his dad’s mistress had a baby boy, but we rarely spoke of it. His father trotted the kid around like a trophy. The divorce had gone through, but he still hadn’t married the girl. The whole thing was reprehensible.
“I’m sure the kid will hate him when he grows up. Just like you hate your dad.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “This wasn’t how I wanted today to go.”
“No,” he agreed. “What did your dad say?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does since you’re pretty upset.”
“He’s not going to tell anyone we were together.”
“I wasn’t worried about that.”
“Oh, really?”
He sighed. “Okay. I was worried about that, but more about how you got him to agree to that.”
“That doesn’t matter either.”
“Harley…”
“Just say what you were going to say,” I said with a sigh.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t this the point where you break it off with me?” I asked.
“That isn’t…”
I breathed out through my nose. “Don’t. Not right now. Just tell me.”
“I talked to your mom.”
I laughed hoarsely. “Oh God, what did she say?”
“That she doesn’t disapprove.”
“What a winning statement.” Then, I threw my hands up. “As if she has any room to talk.”
“She loves you, Harley. She’s only worried about you. It’s not like Owen.”
“I know,” I said with a sigh. I leaned back against the car and braced for the inevitable. “What else did she say?”
“That she doesn’t want you to have to choose between your dreams…and me.”
My eyes widened. “Wow. Did she really?”
“And I agree with her.”
I nodded. “Me too.”
“You…you do?”
“Of course. Isn’t that the point of us not dating? You want me to grow up and get to decide what I want when I have a more fully developed prefrontal cortex.”
“I mean, those aren’t exactly the words I’d use.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m not stupid. In fact, I’m very smart when it comes to everything but you, apparently.” I sighed and released the tension from the conversation. I had known it was going to end up like this. I’d known, and I’d done it anyway. I wrapped my arms around his waist. “This is a dream, Chase. This entire weekend is a dream. Graduation is the end date. You set it from the beginning. I knew that this weekend wasn’t going to change anything.”
He held me closer. “I hate this.”
I pulled back enough to slip my arms up around his neck. “I knew the weekend would end. I’d do it again.”
“Me too,” he breathed.
Our lips touched. A bittersweet tragedy. An inevitable conclusion met again.
I just hoped when we did meet our end date that I didn’t have to make the choice my mom assumed I’d make.
My dream or Chase?
Was there much of a difference anymore?
19
Harley
October
“The new album doesn’t have enough keys,” West said to Campbell.
Campbell, the lead singer of Cosmere, flipped him off.
“God, you’re so whiny,” I said, pushing my brother.
Whitt snorted, basically his agreement.
West pulled me in for a hug. “Shut up.”
“A few years ago, you were dreaming of selling out venues, and now, you’re complaining because you don’t have enough solo moments?” Whitt asked with a scoff.
“Hey! I was playing sold-out venues,” West argued.
