Page 42 of Intertwined Souls

“Taste yourself,” I say and kiss her hard, not giving her a chance to protest.

Pushing my tongue in past her lips, I let her taste her juices on my tongue. Harley groans, and I feel her hand ghost down my chest to my abs and then lower until her fingers wrap gently around my cock.

“Harley,” I growl against her lips, feeling her mouth stretch into a smile.

She pumps her hand up and down, slowly gaining speed. Her thumb runs over the head on occasion.

“Harder,” I rasp, pulling back just enough so we can both look as I bring my hand down to wrap around hers and help her pump me tighter and faster.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for my balls to draw up and I cum all over our hands and Harley’s lower stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, I love you so much,” I groan as I rest my forehead against hers.

Smiling up at me with a soft, sated look, she responds, “I love you, too.”

Reaching to the left, I grab the body wash and squeeze some in my palms, and before I can put it back, Harley takes it and does the same. We take the time to wash every inch of each other.

Harley grabs the shampoo, but I snag it from her and motion for her to turn around so she is facing the water. I slowly wash her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingers and helping her rinse it out before conditioning it.

By the time we get out, the water has gone cold, and we are both more relaxed than we have been in a long time.

After we get dressed, I lean against the counter next to Harley and watch as she uses a blow dryer that was under the sink to dry her hair. I make sure to pay attention to exactly how she does it, so I know how to do it for her later.

“Thank you,” she says after putting away the blow dryer and pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

Raising a brow, I tilt my head at her. “I’m not really sure what you’re thanking me for. You should clarify.” I chuckle awkwardly, hoping she isn’t thanking me for an orgasm or telling her I love her.

Giving me a sheepish smile, she says, “For taking care of me.”

Taking her face between my palms, she looks up at me. “I will always take care of you, and you never ever have to thank me for it. Or thank anyone else for it. It’s the least they can do. Okay?” I give her a serious look.

She nods, pecking me on the lips before we leave the bathroom together.

Heading back upstairs, Harley decides to go check on Grayson when Presley says that he never came out to eat breakfast or lunch. I head into the kitchen to find something to eat where Axe, Presley, their son Jayce, Rage, and Noah are.

“Where’s Cade?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“Don’t know. He disappeared after he went back upstairs a while ago,” Noah says around a mouth full of lasagna.

Presley rolls her eyes at him as I walk over to where she sits on one of the stools at the island with Jayce sitting on the counter in front of her.

“RYRY!” Jayce screeches, flailing his arms excitedly.

I wince slightly but smile at him as I bop his nose. “Hey, little J man.” Then I turn to Presley. “Hi, Pres,” I murmur and give her a side hug.

Presley is one of the best things to happen to this club. She loves Axe unconditionally and accepted every single other person in the club as her family from day one. She has been there for us when we needed a big sister to listen, and she has gotten more and more comfortable scolding us for shit, which is more amusing than anything because Presley is a tiny little angel who doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.

“Hey, Ry. How are things going?” she asks, smiling up at me as she tries to settle Jayce.

I shrug. “Good.”

“They finally asked Harley to prom,” Noah tosses in.

Rage, who is leaning against the counter next to Axe, quirks a brow. “Really? How did you guys ask her?”

Rubbing the back of my neck I hesitate before answering vaguely. “We just went for a run and then asked her. Nothing special.”

Noah laughs so hard he chokes and starts coughing. Jayce glances across the island at him before turning around and crawling over to him, gazing up at Noah with his little concerned brown eyes that match Presley’s perfectly.

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