Page 249 of Top Dog

“I’ll stand,” Harley said.

“Don’t be so stubborn about it. It’s okay to sit down to eat with me.”

“I’m not getting paid to be your friend, Abi,” he said, shortly. “That’s what Libby is around for.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t act like normal people, considering we will be on this trip for some time.” I smiled shyly up at him. “I’m not a scary person. I’m actually pretty fun once you get to know me.”

I concentrated on the delicious feeling of Harley’s calloused skin against mine. These hands once held guns, and most likely formed fists in fights. I couldn’t let go of how thrilling that felt to feel the tenderness underlying the callouses. How good they would feel along my cheek, running down my side, grabbing me to find his own pleasure.

The only trace of emotion was the vein in Harley’s jaw pulsating. He had to be weighing his options. Out of instinct, I let my fingers glide up against the strong tendons in his forearm. There were so many tattoos on his arms that I couldn’t even count them.

“You know you want to sit down next to me,” I said. Nothing besides utter stillness, but I glimpsed the conflict waging war on his face. We were blurring the lines a bit. I could read that exact thought in his head. “I don’t bite,” I added softly as a smile played at the side of my mouth.

“Right,” he mumbled and sat down, leaning back and clasping his hands over his chest. The delicious swell of his chest and stomach muscles pressed against his shirt and I had to stifle a sound of approval.

“You said before that there was a personal reason you left the service. What was it?” I asked, half afraid to hear his answer in fear that he would tell me he had a lover back home. He lifted an eyebrow as if challenging me.

I watched him with interest, pausing just long enough to let the bastard think I didn’t care. He tilted his head to the side, his lips pursed in a thin line.

God, you’re so hot.

“Well? Are you waiting for something?” I shot back, playfully.

“My mom’s sick.” He didn’t bat an eye. “Cancer and she needed help. I was about as fucked as a guy could get thanks to the shit I’d seen over there, so it was a win-win.” He shrugged, never taking his steeling gaze off of me. The deep tone of his voice deep beautiful eyes had my heart racing. We were talking about his mother being sick, and all I could do was think about how he looked naked. I needed help.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I softened my expression. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would want too much attention, but who knew. “Is she taking Chemo?”

“Yeah, and radiation.” He moved to sit up, pressing his forearms against his thick thighs as his eyes moved across my face. “You need to be more careful while we’re here, Abi. You’re a beautiful girl-”

“Woman.” I corrected him.

“Exactly.” He licked at the side of his mouth subtly. Was he thinking of stripping me bare as well? The thought had my stomach tight, my palms sweaty.

“I need to take care of something in my room. Let me know if you plan on going out anywhere.” he stood to walk toward his room, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

He disappeared, and I sat up, trying to come up with any reason to bother him again. I sat there for a little while thinking about how hot Harley made me. He had a presence unlike any other guy I’d been around. My heart raced every time I saw him and I was constantly undressing him with my eyes. I needed to experience more of it, but I was afraid that once I got past his guard, I’d never be able to set myself free of him.

I walked into my room to find Libby her watching TV. She mumbled something, but I ignored her, pacing the floor in the bathroom instead.

“What could I… my charger!” I lit up like a Christmas tree. My charger was in his room from early that day. He needed one, and I lent it to him. It was now the perfect excuse to talk to Harley again.

I walked back out to the patio and knocked softly on the glass door that lead to his room. Nothing.

“Fuck,” I mumbled and pulled the door open, calling out quietly just in case he was on the phone or in the bathroom. “Harley? I just need to grab my charger.”

Nothing.

I moved into the room and the sound of the shower running caught my attention. Why would he be-? Oh. Oh.

The door to the bathroom was cracked, and steam billowed out of the small room, which was a little depressing. I was hoping somewhere deep inside that he needed a cold shower due to the sexual tension between us. I felt it every time he came around, though I played ignorant in front of Libby.

A deep groan filled up the room around me, and I moved toward the bathroom, pressing my shoulder to the door and getting a good view on him in the mirror. The steam was only a third down on the thick glass, giving me the perfect view of him soaking wet and straining against the pressure of his fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck,” I mumbled and started to move back. The shower curtains were see through and if he found me standing there… He won’t.

Everything inside of me screamed for me to turn and run my happy ass back to my own room, but my feet wouldn’t budge. He moaned again, and my insides turned to liquid heat. Water ran in long rivets down his strong chest over his tight stomach and into a dark patch of hair that framed the thickest cock I’d ever seen. Not that I’d been exposed to any outside of my computer or Libby’s wild stories of sleeping with a million men, but fuck me… he was huge.

Chills raced down my back as he cried out again and pumped his hips forward, pressing his swollen tip through the circle of his fingers and losing himself. Thick rivets of come squirted up the shower curtain and dripped down as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

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