Page 74 of Redeeming Harmony

She rocked her body against his, moaning with every brush of her nipples against his rough chest hair. The pleasure was building inside of her, growing stronger with every stroke of Nathan’s thick cock in her aching pussy.

She wanted her release, sheneededher release, and she buried her face in Nathan’s throat as she raced higher toward the top of that cliff. Nathan’s low groans, the feel of his back muscles flexing under her hands, the scent of his skin, and the way he trailed his hand up and down the line of her spine, sent her spiraling higher and higher until, with a harsh cry, she reached the peak and plunged into pure bliss.

She sank her teeth into the meat of Nathan’s shoulder as he shouted her name and pounded into her, the desk slamming into the wall with every thrust of his hips. His hand clamped down on the back of her neck, his entire body stiffened, and he groaned her name again before climaxing deep inside of her.

His body shook, and he pumped rapidly a few more times before slowing to a stop. She kissed his shoulder, wincing at the bite mark she could see. She hadn’t broken the skin, but she’d left deep tooth marks.

He was breathing hard, and she rubbed his back as he shuddered a final time before leaning back to look at her. “What happened today wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have implied it was.”

“It wasn’t yours either,” she said. “It was stupid Mrs. Rathbone’s fault combined with dumb bad luck.”

“Yeah,” he said. The look of bliss on his face was already being replaced by pinched worry. “Anyway, I’m sorry I was an asshole.”

“I’m sorry I was an asshole, too,” she said.

He looked like he would say something else before smiling and easing out of her. Feeling a little awkward, she hopped off the desk and started dressing as Nathan took off the condom and threw it in the trash. He pulled up his pants and buttoned them as she finished dressing.

She cleared her throat. “I should -”

“Do you want to -”

They both stopped, and he said, “Go ahead.”

“I should probably get home. Dad’s cooking supper, and he’s going to wonder where I am.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Nathan rubbed at the scratches on his chest as he stared at a spot over her shoulder. “Talk to you later.”

For a moment, she almost asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner. Her itch might have finally been scratched, but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. She didn’t like the idea of Nathan being alone tonight, not after the shitty day he’d had. But that was madness talking. If she brought him home, her father would take one look at them and immediately know they’d had sex.

Her inner teenager cringed at the thought. Her dad wasn’t stupid, and as it was, she’d have to sneak upstairs to have a quick shower and give the “I’ve just been fucked into the best orgasm of my life” look, time to fade from her face before her dad saw her.

“Okay, well, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” she said.

He nodded. “You bet. Good night, Harper.”

“Good night.” She left the clinic, sucking in a deep breath of the chilly air before heading across the parking lot toward the footbridge. She stepped onto the bridge before turning around, her guilt and worry for Nathan eating at her. She didn’t care what her father figured out. She wasn’t leaving Nathan to stew alone tonight.

She jogged back toward the clinic as a truck turned down the bumpy, narrow driveway to the clinic and parked in front of the building. She slowed to a stop, squinting at the driver as he climbed out of the truck. He took his cowboy hat off and nodded to her. “Hey, Harper.”

“Hey, Wyatt. How are you?”

“Good. Nathan didn’t answer my texts, so I came by to see if he wanted to go for dinner and a beer. Figured he could use some company tonight.”

Relief and disappointment washed over her. Relief that Nathan wouldn’t be alone, disappointment that it wouldn’t be her with him.

“I know he’ll appreciate it,” she said. “Have a good night.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re not coming in?”

“Uh, no, I, um, I got what I needed.” Shit that sounded stupid. “I mean, I wasn’t… I… Dad’s waiting on me. Bye, Wyatt.”

“Bye, Harper.”

She turned and jogged back across the parking lot as Wyatt knocked on the clinic door. She looked back at the clinic when she got to the footbridge. Nathan opened the door for Wyatt and then stared at her, his face unreadable even with the light above the clinic door. He made a brief and choppy wave that she returned before he disappeared into the clinic with Wyatt.

Disappointed and feeling stupid about the disappointment, she turned and trudged across the footbridge toward home.

Chapter 18

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