Page 17 of Wicked Wishes
Harley
Who knew I would be so good at behaving badly?
“Hush your sweet mouth,” Harley commands behind me, “you need me deeper, need it harder, you tell me soft. Just for me, sweets. That dirty mouth and this sweet pussy is just for me,” he growls, slamming intothis pussyvigorously.
It is Halloween afternoon, and we still need a costume, candy for the neighborhood kids, and I promised the little monster we could make popcorn balls before we went trick-or-treating. Before I could get started on any of that, Harley picked me up from after dropping Hope off for her preschool Halloween party. Said he wanted to take me to lunch before we went to pick her up together.
Lunch was a couple of burgers at Dirty Habit. Or least it was meant to be—I got two bites into my avocado burger before he pulled me from the bar and loaded me into his truck. He turned down Poppet Lane and before I knew what he was up to, he had his cock out as he pulled me down to feed me something I doubt I will ever get my fill of.
Before he came down my throat—something I am growing addicted to—he bent me over the front seat, pushed up my little tulle skirt, and dove in for his own snack. He ate me from the back until I went crossed-eyed. Now as he rides me from behind, I am three orgasms in and when he makes me come like that, I get loud and dirty, but I know he loves it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, slamming my hands against the locked door as he pounds into me, “don’t stop. Right there, baby,” I moan, twisting to look back at him so I can watch him lose it for me.
“Fuck, honey,” he growls, gripping my hips and rocking me on his cock until he slams deep, and we tip over the edge of ecstasy together.
Pushing me down on the bench seat, he gently lies over me, taking my arms and lifting them over my head. He shifts so we wind up on our sides, my back to his front, both of us breathing heavy. Outside the sun is dipping in the skies above but we have hours before the night really begins. Closing my eyes, I cuddle back into him, wondering how we wound up here.
Not here on Poppet Lane, fucking like desperate teenagers. Since he walked into my place last week and got on his knees—as I fantasized about before he brought the fantasy to earth-altering life—we have barely been able to keep our hands off one another. Maybe it is the buildup of waiting so long or maybe it’s because I never had this before and it’s been so long since he had it himself. I don’t care the reason. I will take every taste of this sweet life he will give me.
What I wonder is if we’re on the same path. I know what I want—I came back home to settle down after sowing my wild Potter oats. I want kids, I want the wedding, the white fences, the loud kids, and loving husband. He says he wants me and that we are together, but I don’t know if he wants to do that all over again with me.
“What are we tonight?” I don’t ask what I want to ask because it is so soon, and I know he was so scared to let this come to life between us.
“Hope still wants Morticia and Gomez. Think we can pull it off, honey?” he asks with a chuckle, kissing my neck as he sweeps my hair out of his way.
“I mean, I know I can do Morticia,” I tease with a grin, glancing back at him over my shoulder, “I think you would be a sexy Gomez. Let’s do it.”
“Yeah, sweets,” he sighs, his eyes silvery in the sunshine, “let’s do it.”
Cupping my face, he tips my head and kisses me slow and deep. One kiss always leads to more and he turns us, so I am astride him. This time as I slowly rock on his thick length, we kiss and touch and there is no loud, filthy talk. Just two people making love in the fall sunshine on Halloween.
Once we are sated enough to be amongst others, we head to the school to pick up Hope. It is the first time he has taken me with to get her and I am anxious. I dressed up, even. My silky beige skirt, nude heels, and pumpkin colored cable sweater seem perfect for a fall fete. Perhaps overdoing it for a preschool shindig, but I want to look good on his arm, and for my little girl.
It hits me as he takes me hand to lead me to the school that lately, that is how I see her. It’s been just a few weeks since he first asked me to babysit but every day, I fall more in love with both of them. I would do anything for that little girl, would give her anything her heart could ever desire. Hell, as much as I love Harley—and I do, down to my very soul, I love this man—if I could give her back her mother, I would do that. Because I love her more than I love myself and even, I think, more than I love him.
“What is going on sweets? Talk to me,” Harley’s voice startles me.
Standing in the sunshine afternoon, he is so beautiful. He has on dressy jeans and a nice sweater that does nothing to hide how big he is. He still wears leathers, and I even got a ride on his bike last week. He bent me over it after, and I liked that ride much more. But with his dark hair, slightly graying at the sides, his calm and kind eyes, his thick and sexy beard, he looks like a dad. He looks like a husband. And tears fill my eyes because I want him to be both.
“Just...it is a beautiful day and I love...Halloween. I cannot wait to share it with her. And with you. She is so adorable and weird and I fucking love it. I never want her to be normal. I like her just how she is, and I hope she stays this way forever,” I state emotionally, swiping at my tears as he stops to come close to me.
“You don’t know what you mean to her. My little monster was never sad, never depressed, or moody, she just like what she likes. You making that okay is just...look at her,” he says, turning to point her out in the crowd of kids prancing around in their costumes, “look how happy my little girl is. She is happy because of you. And because she knows how goddamn happy you make me,” his voice is so soft, silky as cream and I lean into his chest, eating it up.
“Hanna! Look, I won!” Hope’s shriek cuts through the buzz of the others and I laugh as she races towards us, holding up a bright ribbon.
“What did you win, baby doll?” I ask, kneeling to get on her level and show how genuinely interested I am.
“I won it all,” she rolls her eyes and fans herself with two other ribbons, “well the ones that count. Scary costume, coolest costume. I won! They like how weird I am!” she shouts with a giggle before she throws herself at me, nearly knocking me over.
Tears fill my eyes and I squeeze her tight because I know how important it is to her to be herself. She was no little girl lost when I met them—she decided long ago who she wanted to be—but she was not sure that the girl she was could fit in. I told her she did not need to fit in. She could stand out. I know I always did—and it was hard to be the one people looked at or talked about, but I wouldn’t change it. Being weird, different, it led me here.
“Popcorn balls! You promised! And you are going as The Adams,’ right?” she says, looking between us excitedly.
“Yeah, baby, we’re going as Morticia and Gomez. Come on little doll,” Harley says, scooping her up against his chest, “let’s go get this party started.”
Harley does not head toward downtown to get what we need, but back towards his place. I frown at him, but he just takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each finger. He lingers at my ring finger, and I flush, looking away because I don’t want him to see the buzz that zips through me.
“What are you up to?” I cock a brow at him before I glance back at Hope for a clue.
