Harm, page 7
“If you did, it was the best way to go.”
I leaned forward and kissed her. “You are a fuckin’ phenomenal lay.”
“Back atya,” she whispered, stroking my cheek. “I like what you did, you know, in my...”
“Your ass?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“My baby likes anal.”
She dropped her gaze to my chest. “That sounds so sordid.”
“It’s not sordid, baby. It’s fun.”
She met my eyes again. “So fun. Can we do that again?”
“Fuck, yeah, we can do it as often as you like. If you want, I can buy you some toys.”
Her face lit up. “Yes, please.”
“I’ll get on that this week.”
She bit her lip. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I kissed her again. “Now, how do you want it?”
“Just like that again.”
“Your wish is my command.” I grinned. “All fours, baby.”
She nodded and assumed the position.
CHAPTER NINE
Brynley
Harm arrived to pick me and Briggs up a few minutes early and I was ready. Shocker, I know, but I was quickly learning that whatever I wore made Harm happy, so I’d quickly decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a pair of black booties, and a green flowy, hippie top with a deep V-neck.
Harm walked in wearing dark jeans, motorcycle boots, a black Henley, and his Dogs of Fire cut, and I instantly wanted to peel him out of everything.
“You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to take care of it,” he whispered, when I opened the door.
“Well, then don’t walk in here looking edible.”
He grinned. “Where’s Briggs?”
“Bathroom.”
Harm leaned down and kissed me, far too quickly for my liking, then closed the door behind him.
“Briggs, Harm’s here!” I called.
“Coming.”
My kid came jogging into the foyer, shoving his wallet into his jeans pocket as he did, a giant grin on his face. “Thanks again for doing this, Harm.”
“No problem.”
“Oh, crap.” I threw my hands in the air. “I almost forgot the booze.”
“You bought booze?”
“Just beer and wine.” I frowned. “Is that okay?”
Harm’s eyes got soft as he smiled at me. “It’s cool, ba—ah, Bryn. Just not necessary.”
“Oh, well, I won’t tell you I also baked a pie, then.”
“I’ll help you grab everything, Mom,” Briggs offered.
“Thanks, honey.”
Harm followed us into the kitchen and insisted on taking the beer and wine while Briggs took the pie, leaving me with nothing. I shook my head but decided not to argue. After all, it would do me no good and I was really starting to like being taken care of.
“Mom, you should ride with Harm,” Briggs said.
Because Harm insisted on hauling his ass all the way up here just so we could follow him down to the club (again, major waste of time, in my opinion), the plan was for me and Briggs to drive down together. I was bummed, obviously, because I wanted to spend some time with Harm alone, but I wasn’t ready to spill the beans to my kid about our new relationship, so the ruse was still on.
“Why, honey? You don’t want alone time with Mommy?”
Briggs laughed. “I just figured you’d want a break from me.”
“Never.”
“It’s cool if you want to ride with me,” Harm said. “I can bring you back, too.”
Briggs nodded. “That’d be great. You know, just in case I need to leave early, I don’t want to cramp your style.”
“I don’t have a style to cramp,” I pointed out, then threw the back of my hand to my forehead dramatically. “But I’ll ride with Harm if that’s what you want.”
“Has anyone told you that you’re weird?” Briggs asked.
“You,” I retorted. “Daily.”
Briggs gave me a fake laugh then headed for his car while I followed Harm to his truck. The second we were in, Harm took my hand and squeezed. “I fuckin’ hate not touching you.”
“Me too, honey.”
“You know he probably knows,” Harm said, pulling onto the freeway.
I shook my head. “I doubt it.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because Briggs is not my observant one. If Baylor was here, I’d say probably, but Briggs is in his own world.”
Harm cocked his head. “Still think he knows.”
“Shit.” I turned to face him even though he couldn’t do the same. “What if he knows, Harm?”
“Baby, he knows.”
“Oh my god! He knows!” I pulled my hand from his. “What the hell am I going to do?”
“I’ll tell you what you’re not gonna do.” He grabbed my hand again. “You’re not gonna freak out.”
“My kid cannot know about us.”
“Why the fuck not?”
I scowled.
“Why not, Bryn?” he pressed.
“I don’t know,” I snapped.
Harm chuckled.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s a lot funny,” he countered.
I huffed. “How exactly is it ‘a lot’ funny?”
“Because you’re freaking out about whether or not your kid knows about us... which he absolutely does... and he obviously doesn’t give a fuck because he insisted we ride together.” He squeezed my hand again. “It’s all good.”
“Stop being logical when I’m melting down.”
“Stop melting down when you don’t need to,” he countered. “Don’t borrow trouble.”
“You’re annoying.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m aware.”
I bit my lip. “You really think he knows?”
“Yeah, baby. He knows. And if he doesn’t, he’s trying to set us up.”
I gasped. “Oh my god, that’s it. He’s trying to set us up.”
“Bryn?”
“Yes?”
“Pretty sure he knows already.”
“Can we just go with the thought that he’s trying to set us up? It makes me feel better.”
“How exactly does that make you feel better?”
I blushed. “Because if he knows then he’s probably imagined you and I... you know.”
“You and I, what?”
“Do not make me say it out loud.”
“You can’t say what out loud, Bryn?” he teased.
“Harmon,” I warned.
“Yes, Bryn.”
I let out a frustrated squeak.
“Your kid knows we’re fucking, baby.” He grinned. “Don’t know how much more he knows, like how fuckin’ dirty you are or that you like anal—”
I smacked his arm. “Harm!”
He laughed again, and if I was being honest, I had to bite back one of my own.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, but you’re a butt.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
A giant slow spinning sign illuminated the night as Harm pulled through an open chain link gate and into the large lot of Big Ernie’s Body Shop.
“This is your club?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it also a body shop?”
He nodded. “And we fix pretty much anything with a motor, so if you need work done on your car, or your kids do, tell me and I’ll get it sorted here. It’ll be free.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby.” He parked his truck and faced me. “We take care of our own.”
“That’s kind of amazing.”
“Glad you think so.” He smiled, shutting off the engine. “Don’t move.”
He slid out of his truck, guided Briggs into a parking spot next to him, then made his way to my door, opening it and holding his hand out to me.
“I’m good,” I said.
“Take my hand, Bryn,” he growled.
I slapped mine onto his palm and he helped keep me steady as I climbed down. “Bossy.”
He slid his hand to my butt and squeezed. “Don’t ever forget it.”
“Stop,” I hissed. “Briggs will see.”
Then, like an apparition, my son appeared. “Can I help carry stuff in?”
“That’d be great, honey,” I said, turning to glare at Harm.
Harm just grinned, then grabbed our wares and handed the pie to Briggs. He then led us to an unmarked door to the left of what looked like the auto shop. A dimly lit hallway led to another unmarked door which opened before we reached it.
We walked through the second door and into a small foyer with a few easy chairs and a desk with a television. I recognized the biker and couldn’t stop a smile. “Hi, Cheese.”
“Hey, Bryn.”
“Briggs, this is Cheese.”
Briggs shook his hand and then Harm guided us through another locked door. We entered a large common room already packed with biker men and women. The space was filled with sofas, overstuffed chairs, a pool table, large flat-screen television, several smaller tables that children gathered around for board games.
We walked into the kitchen, much bigger than I expected and well-appointed with two sets of wall double ovens, an eight-burner range with another oven below it, and a giant granite island in the middle of the space.
“This is amazing,” I breathed out.
“We’ve done some updates,” Harm said as he set the wine on the island then put the beer and pie in the giant refrigerator. “All Maisie’s idea.”
“Well, she knows how to decorate.”
“Thank you, love, that’s the best compliment.”
I turned at the sound of Maisie’s sweet, British accent and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” she said, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too. This is my son, Briggs.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Briggs,” she said, holding her hand out.
Briggs shook her hand and grinned. “You too.”
I could see my kid’s eyes bugging out of his head and I knew why. Maisie was gorgeous. She might be a decade or more older than me but she didn’t look it and she was exactly my son’s ‘type.’
Not that Briggs would be anything other than respectful, of course. But I knew my son and I knew that he gravitated toward gorgeous blondes, so there was that.
“Where’s Hatch?” Harm asked, hugging Maisie.
“Tenley wanted to show PopPop her pinball skills,” she said, then faced me to explain, “Our six-year-old granddaughter.”
“That’s a fun age.”
Maisie nodded. “So much fun.”
Just then, a tall man with long salt and pepper hair walked in.
“Speak of the devil,” Maisie said.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, shoving his face in her neck. “You spillin’ our secrets, Sunshine?”
Maisie reached up and tugged on his beard. “Never.”
He chuckled, reaching his hand out to me, then Briggs. “I’m Hatch.”
After introductions, Hatch grabbed a beer, and Harm did the same. “I’m gonna show them around.”
“Have fun,” Hatch said, and Briggs and I followed Harm out to the back.
There were three outdoor picnic tables, where people were already sitting down and eating, along with two grills filled with different types of meat.
“Sodas and water are in those coolers,” Harm said, nodding to the ones against the fence. “Help yourself, Briggs.”
“Thanks.”
He grabbed a coke and then Harm took us past the chain link fence where several trucks were parked. We made our way over to one of them and Harm opened the back. “This one should do the trick but let me know if you need something bigger.”
“No, this is perfect,” Briggs said. “It might be a bit overkill, honestly.”
“It’s one that needs to go up to Seattle anyway, so you’re doing us a favor. It means I can drop it off at the club there and drive a bike home for Hatch. That’s not to be shared. It’s a surprise.”
Briggs chuckled. “Lips are sealed. This is great, thanks.”
“No problem.”
We headed back to the party and Harm and I spent the next two hours trying to keep our hands off each other.
I was sipping my third glass of wine when Briggs walked up to me, waving his cell phone in the air. “Delaney got out of work early. I’m gonna head home if you’re okay with that.”
“Yes, of course, honey. Please be careful.”
He grinned, kissing my cheek. “Always.”
He shook Harm’s hand, then Harm walked him out, returning to me a few minutes later and immediately wrapping an arm around me. “Jesus, I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
I leaned into him. “Tell me about it.”
“You wanna go upstairs?”
I met his eyes. “Can we?”
“Hell yeah, we can.” He took my hand. “Follow me.”
“Can I bring my wine?”
“We’ll grab a fresh bottle on the way up.”
I nodded and we stopped by the kitchen on the way up to his room.
Once upstairs, Harm unlocked a door at the end of the hall and waited for me to walk inside before following me. He locked up behind us, then set the wine on the dresser. He’d also grabbed a couple of beers, so he opened one before opening the wine while I took a minute to be nosy.
The room was surprisingly spacious. Big enough to fit a queen-sized bed and two nightstands on one wall, a dresser sat between two windows, and a chair was placed in the corner. There was a bathroom with a pedestal sink, toilet and walk-in shower that looked like it had been freshly cleaned. There was also a small closet to the right of the bathroom.
“This is really nice,” I murmured.
Harm smiled, holding out a glass of wine. “Just cleaned it.”
“You did well.” I took the glass from him and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him gently. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Time to get naked, honey.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nodded. “And I want you on your back.”
“Can I finish my beer?”
“Do you want my pussy?”
“Fuck, yeah, I do.”
“Then, no, you can’t finish your beer,” I bossed.
His eyes widened and he nodded. “Your demand is... well, my command.”
I grinned as he began to strip.
He paused after he’d undone his belt buckle. “Your turn.”
I shook my head. “I’m enjoying the show. Keep going.”
“I’m gonna need a little motivation.”
I licked my lips, running a finger down the middle of his naked chest. “What kind of motivation?”
“The tit kind.”
I chuckled. “One tit.”
“Both,” he argued.
I rolled my eyes, unlacing my top, and pulling it off.
“Bra too,” Harm demanded.
“I’m doing it,” I retorted, unhooking the front of my bra, and dropping it to the ground.
He let out a quiet growl, and I met his eyes. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Bryn. You know that right?”
“You certainly make me feel close to it.”
Harm leaned down and kissed me, then quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Once he was naked, he stretched out on the bed, and slid his hands behind his head.
I stripped as fast as I could, nearly tripping over my jeans as I kicked them off. Finally naked, I jumped onto the mattress and straddled my man. “Hi.”
He slid his hands to my hips. “Hey.”
I kissed his chest, running my tongue over one nipple then the other as he slid his hand between my legs and fingered my clit. I was soaked by the time I reached between us, guiding his cock to my entrance, then sank down on him.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed out. “You feel amazing.”
I rolled my hips, taking him deeper, then I anchored my hands on his thighs behind me and rode him. Hard.
He reached up and cupped my breasts, then twisted my nipples as I rocked. When I was close, I kegeled around his dick.
“Jesus,” he hissed, then blew.
As his cock pulsated inside of me, he pressed his thumb against my clit while continuing to work my tits with his free hand and I cried out as I came, falling onto his chest and kissing him as my own orgasm rolled through me.
“Wow,” he breathed out, squeezing my ass.
“Wow, indeed,” I whispered.
Harm rolled us so he could slip out of me, then he stepped into his bathroom, returning quickly with a warm washcloth, settling it between my legs before stretching out beside me again.
“I really love sex with you,” I said, cuddling closer.
“What a coincidence.”
“You love sex with you too?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, sure, we’ll go with that.”
“I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”
“So, don’t.”
I smiled. “When my kid’s gone, I’ll stay.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
I settled my head on my hand on his chest. “Another go before you have to take me home?”
“Hell, yeah. It’s time for me to fuck you into submission.”
I grinned as he flipped me onto my back and fucked me into submission.
CHAPTER TEN
Brynley
Briggs’s moving day arrived and I was a sobby mess. Not that my kid would know it. I had managed to keep my shit together most of the week but only because Harm had been my rock.
We’d spent the last half-hour at my mother’s so Briggs could say goodbye. This had also been Harm’s meet the mom moment and he killed it. My mom actually pulled me aside and told me to loosen up and have some fun, ‘especially if it’s with that nice man you just introduced me to.’
My mind was blown as Harm, Briggs, and I walked back to my house. I wanted to kiss Harm until neither of us could breathe, but alas, until I officially told my kids, we were going to continue to keep it quiet.
The plan was to drive Briggs’s stuff up to the new apartment he and Baylor would be sharing just outside the campus area. After doing the math, this option had ended up being cheaper than room and board in the dorms. The boys weren’t kidding when they said they were planning on paying for everything themselves, but I had vowed that if they could come up with whatever Bryce had intended to contribute, I’d chip in the other half, so once again, the three of us were feeling like the dream team.
