Page 10 of Wicked Wishes
“Sometimes. But you can be bad for me if you need to, honey,” he husks and I swear to God, I almost come.
He chuckles and I feel the laugh against my mouth. His fingers still press into my throat, and he must feel my pulse race. His eyes search my face before his thumb drags over my mouth slowly. Heat slices through me, cutting the desire he has stirred in me for months wide open. He lowers his head and brushes his nose against mine, but he does not kiss me.
“What time do I need to bring the monster?” he murmurs against my cheek, his hand tangling in my hair.
“Whenever you need to,” I manage, eyes falling closed, breath panting out of my lungs.
“I won’t be late. I want to see you with her tonight,” he kisses at my ear, and I clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer, “I will bring dinner and feed you if you want,” he offers, his teeth pulling at my earlobe gently.
“Yes,” I moan, tipping my head so he can do whatever he pleases.
“Make me dessert, honey,” he rasps, his big hand grabbing my ass to drag me against him, “I want to taste something sweet tonight.”
“Jesus, Harley,” I whimper, shaking against him as I feel his thick cock pressing against me.
“Get everything spooky your pretty dark heart desires,” he suggests, gripping my ass harder and yanking me roughly against him, “I will do whatever you want me to for Halloween. My girls will get whatever they want this year,” he promises.
He smacks my ass playfully and gives a grunt so charged with need and heat that I shudder. Grinning down at me, he rubs his nose against mine again and promises to see me later. I think I stand there for at least ten minutes before I can function right. And when I do move, I grab two of every cute Halloween decoration I can, knowing he meant his promise.
Two hours later, I am finishing up the blog I should have written days ago when I hear a knock at the door. Before I can answer the door, Harley walks right in as he has grown accustomed to doing, setting Hope down. I turn to him, and he grins, nodding at my laptop and telling me to finish.
“And I have to say,” I turn back to my tripod to finish my video with a goofy smile, “it all smells absolutely divine. That face scrub was my favorite—refreshing and indulgent. I love the silk serum too, made my skin buttery smooth. That pumpkin lip mask dried my lips out a little, but it tastes sweet and smells amazing too,” I summarize all the products I tried today and finish up. Later I will cut it together, taking out when I ramble or lose focus, and edit in some fun cut scenes before I upload it to my channel and post it with a detailed review on myblog.
For my video, I tested out all the products, took photos of the lovely fall pumpkin spice packaging, and used each one. People might think it is silly I writeblogs and post videos about something as simple as makeup or skincare, perfumes, and pretty things, but who cares? I love it and so do my followers—there is nothing wrong with feeling pretty or pampering yourself.
“Can we do girl stuff sometime, Hanna?” Hope wonders with a cute little pout that I think must run her daddy ragged.
“Of course, honey,” I nod as she looks at the stuff littering my kitchen counter, “whenever your daddy says so. We can have a girl's night!”
“Next weekend,” he answers before I can even ask, “Hope can come over and you can keep her for the night, if you want to.”
Abruptly the air shifts between us. Going from sitting with her a few times, to having her tonight and maybe even a night over next weekend is a huge step for him. He told me this week when we talked about his daughter—which he does often now that I know—that he only lets his in-laws take her. And then suddenly I wonder if he has another reason for asking.
“Do you…do you have a date or something?” I say it quietly as Hope gets distracted with Whiskers who is her new best friend.
“Oh, sweets,” his voice is rough as he closes the distance between us, shoving between my thighs and pulling me close, “No. I would…I would never ever do that. I know you want…. I mean, you want….”
“I want you,” I whisper the words, tipping my head back to gaze up at him.
“Hanna,” he growls, his mouth against mine but not in a kiss, “you scare the shit out of me. But I like it. I want you too,” he admits softly.
Gazing up at this beautiful man, whispering those gorgeous words, I stop breathing for a moment. Smirking, he lowers his head enough to touch his lips to mine and I can taste how sweet and spicy he is. Called it. I bite back my moan because I know we are not alone, and he pulls away gently.
“Behave, honey,” he warns me, but I can tell by the light in his eyes he doesn’t truly mean it, “make me something sweet tonight, yeah? Want something sweet when I come home.” He rubs his lips against mine but it’s not a kiss and just when I lean in to make it one, he is gone.
Composing myself, I watch him scoop his daughter up and cover her face in kisses as she laughs. His eyes meet mine and we share a look that speaks volumes before he winks at me. My chest swells with emotion for this beautiful man and that lovely little girl.
“Come on, little monster. Tonight, we carve pumpkins and make treats. Maybe tomorrow your daddy can help us decorate for Halloween?”
“You got it, sweets,” he winks again, and I swear my heart has a little seizure because, damn, when he turns it on, this man turns it on.
“Yes! Daddy, can we watch a scary movie with Hanna tonight?”
“You bet, baby girl,” he promises her, surprising me as his grin deepens, “I will be home soon. Take care of one another, girls.” After another heated look, he tells me to wait up for him and then he heads out. I watch him go, both of us waving as he pulls from my driveway. He is gone a long time before I can breathe right, and my stupid smile never goes away.
He is right, this is scary, but being scared can be so much fun.
Chapter Seven
