Page 132 of Only With Me
Harlow: Strawberries for dessert sound good, doesn’t it?
Waylon: Fuck yes, it does. But now I’m gonna be walking around all day with a hard on, so thank you for that.
Harlow: If you feel the need to take care of that before I get there, send me a video.
Waylon: You’re killing me, woman.
Harlow: I’ll send you one of me and how wet I am just thinking about you.
Fuck me.
Waylon: That’s cheating when I can’t stop what I’m doing to make one for you.
Harlow: Cheating…or knowing how to win fair and square?
She adds an evil devil emoji.
I can’t help smirking at her competitive nature, but I adore her for it.
Waylon: It’s like that, huh? Okay, you just wait…I’m gonna edge you over and over until you’re begging me to let you come. And even then, I won’t let you until you admit you lost.
Harlow: Never gonna happen.
Waylon: We’ll see about that, baby.
“Stop sexting your girlfriend before you run into a door.”
Wilder’s voice startles me, and I realize we’re in front of The Lodge.
“Quit readin’ over my shoulder.” I lock my phone and slide it into my pocket.
“When’re you tellin’ Delilah?” he asks as we walk inside.
“Whenever Harlow’s ready.”
Confessing to her sister isn’t the only thing hanging over my head right now. The truth about the group chat still sits in my stomach like a piece of meat I can’t digest. The more I think about how to tell her, the more scared I get that I’ll lose her when I do. This is the first relationship I’ve had in years and the last thing I want to do is complicate things, especially because of how much I like her and how much she trusts me.
I just need to find the right time.
“Look, I want you to be happy. Hell, I’m glad you’re finally gettin’ some and outta my hair. But you gotta tell her before she finds out.”
“We will. But it’s nice not havin’ everyone in our business and feedin’ us their opinions while we get to know each other,” I tell him as we approach the buffet.
“You gonna tell Mom and Dad?”
“Eventually.” I grab a plate and add as much food as I can to last me for the next twelve hours. Once I get Harlow to myself, I’m not eating anything besides her.
At exactly six, there’s a knock on the door. I grin knowing she’s going to be pissed when she sees I’m in only a towel. Igot stuck at work longer than expected, so I only hopped in the shower ten minutes ago.
But when I open the door, I’m the one surprised.
Biting my cheek to keep from smiling, I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed. “What’re you wearin’?”
She looks down at her short skirt, thigh-high boots, and black lace corset top. “Just a new outfit I got at work yesterday.”
“Since when does Rodeo Belle sell lingerie?”
“Oh, right…” She playfully smacks her head. “I stopped at Lacey’s after. Don’t ya like it?”
