Page 64 of Hard Hat Hottie

“You got it.” Alec and Rob high five each other. I don’t miss the grin on Harlow’s face.

“Thanks, Harry.” Justin comes over and gives me a hug.This fuckin’ kid.

“I didn’t do anything. You guys gave me the best afternoon ever with that win. I’m so glad I was able to be there.”

The boys head out, and as excited as I am to be alone with their mother, I have to admit it. I’ve missed those two.

Harlow and I lie back on one of the oversized chaise loungers, each with a glass of wine. It’s been a great day. I wish Mom had been able to spend time with us, but Joyce is right. I have to accept the moments of clarity when they appear.

Placing my wineglass down, I roll to face her. “What’re you thinking about?” A lock of hair dances in the breeze, and I tuck it gently behind her ear.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“What?”

“Got Rob and Jimmy to step up for the boys today.”

“I didn’t do anything. That was all them.”

She gives me a stern look. “Harrison, you set things in motion. I don’t know how you have this effect on them. But for the boys’ sake, I’m truly grateful.”

“I never had that with my dad. For as much as you’ve wanted the two of them to be better with the boys, they showed up. Tag-team dads or not, they’re in the picture. Whether they’re on their phones or watching the game, they’ve made a decision to be in their kids’ lives. It’s more than I ever had.”

Harlow looks at me, eyes wide with understanding. “Yeah, mine showed up every now and then. Yet I don’t have any illusions that it was for me or Mom. Only a free place to stay.”

My heart squeezes. Hell, I don’t know which is worse. “I’m glad it worked out. Jimmy and Rob could’ve resented me for forcing their hands. But I saw an in, and I took it. But all of this is gravy, Harlow.”

She snuggles back into me, and sighs. “You’re right. It still made me happy to see. That darn look on Justin’s face today was tugging at this momma’s heart.”

“Yeah. I’m glad I was able to be at the game today. Those are moments you don’t get very often.”

“You make me happy.” Harlow’s voice is so soft, I almost missed it.

“I’m glad.” I worry this relationship may be hard to nurture with all I have on my plate. There’s no one else I want. No one. Yet, as much as I want to share how happy she makes me, I can’t help but try and pull back a little.

I’m so overwhelmed by managing all of the complex cogs in this wheel of life. My business, while doing incredibly well, requires constant effort to manage properly. And even though the flights aren’t long, the perpetual bouncing between towns adds another layer of strain. Add to that the continued worry about my mother, since I can’t see first-hand that she’s okay, and it’s no wonder I’m not sleeping well. I knew this would be stressful, I just didn’t realizehowstressful.

Feeling Harlow shift beneath me, I glance down to see her yawning. I know we want to enjoy the few moments we have alone, but I don’t think either of us has the energy for much.

“Hey, it’s been a long day. You want to take a shower and go to bed?”

With her eyes still closed, she grins up at me. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”

Standing from the lounge chair, I reach for her hand, and we head inside. After the last few weeks, spending the weekend with her is a luxury. But I still need to be careful and take this slow.

I turn on the spray, take off my clothes, and grab a plastic sleeve to place over my cast while I shower. Thank god this thing comes off soon. Stepping inside, my excitement grows as Harlow exaggeratedly removes each piece of clothing. The pièce de résistance being the way she bends and shimmies her ass as she slowly peels off her pink panties. I grin as she drapes them over the towel rack by the door.

“Get in here,” I growl.

She steps inside and reaches for the soap, taking her time as she lathers me up. I don’t miss the extra attention she gives my hardening cock and the glide of her soft hand as she cups my balls. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she encourages me to rotate so I can rinse the front as she lathers up my back.

Grasping my dick, I give it a few strokes to ease the pressure as she runs her hands over my ass. Hell, this woman. As I turnback around, I almost advise it’s her turn, but I’m stopped short when she drops to her knees. My heavy cock bounces at the sight of her. “Harlow,” I groan.

The gentle teasing is over as she grips the base of my engorged dick and slides her mouth down the length of me. She tries to take as much of me as she can, choking several times as I hit the back of her throat.

Grasping a handful of her hair, I hold on as she bobs up and down on me. With one hand around my cock and the other massaging my balls, I brace for what I know will be a thunderclap of an orgasm.

The sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing me as water trickles down her back to that curvy ass is pushing me close to the edge. Droplets dance over her tattooed arm, bringing back memories of the fantasies I’d have of her, long before I knew the incredible woman this mermaid was.

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