Page 100 of Reckless

“I’m just here finishing what’s left of a toddler’s food, hanging out with Brody. Talking about you,” she said dragging a breadstick through some hummus.

“It was all good. Don’t worry,” Brody told Miles. “Elise and I are really proud of you. This tour has been hugely successful. But more than that, you look good. Healthy. Like you love what you’re doing.”

Miles practically glowed as he smiled at his uncle. “Thanks. Best year of my life.” He looked over at Harlow and she blushed.

“You ready for Europe?”

“Yeah. First show in four days. We leave day after tomorrow. Wish I had a few more days to rest up and spend with Harlow, but Above Me has shows coming up too so they’re leaving when we are.”

He started talking about all the cool venues they’d be playing, and a part of Harlow that had been worried, eased. She’d been concerned he’d try to downplay the tour details to save her feelings or even because he was sad about not being together. But she was going to enjoy the hell out of her tour dates, and she wanted him to as well.

She could have gotten up to walk around and chat with everyone else, but it felt nice there next to Miles as he talked about something he loved so much to someone he loved just as much.

Marcella came to them, sitting on Harlow’s other side. “Cherry has been drafted into what I think is a very fast and loose game of horseshoes. The rules? I don’t know what the hell is going on. But everyone seems to be having fun,” Marcella said. “As I get a little alarmed at pieces of metal being thrown all around, I removed myself from the danger zone. Those Hurley brothers are pretty rambunctious.”

Brody laughed. “They make me, and my siblings look positively sedate by comparison.”

Harlow looked over at Miles, so very pleased to see their loved ones mixing and liking one another. He winked and then stole a quick kiss.

All through the afternoon and long into the night, there was so much music—both what they made themselves and also over speakers from other artists—and dancing that by the time the stars winked above them and yet another meal had come and gone, Harlow was absolutely bone tired. But in the best way.

His parents had insisted they sleep in the house, and she was so glad when all she had to do was walk for less than four minutes and close the door behind her with a sigh. A shower, some earplugs and bed was just the ticket.

Miles had been with Harlow and noticed she’d begun to flag. He got it. He was tired too and he was used to all these people and their constant noise and activity. She’d thanked his mum and aunt Mary for everything and had quietly made her way to the house and inside.

He’d made his own goodbyes with promises to see everyone the following morning and went to their room, following the Harlow scented steam to the bathroom where she’d just gotten out of the shower and was putting lotion on.

“You’re wearing my favorite outfit,” he told her.

“I put it on with you in mind,” she told him.

He stepped to her, taking the tube, and setting about rubbing it all over her skin. He only had one more full day with her before they went their separate ways to work for the next six weeks. Not like he hadn’t counted the days. Ha! Of course he had.

He ran his hands over her skin, so soft and supple, all his. It still hadn’t quite sunk in that she was his to touch this way.

Right then he wanted to commit every part of her to his memory so he could carry it with him while they were apart.

“Gonna miss you so much,” he murmured at he put the tube aside and took her hand, pulling her close.

“I’m going to get lotion all over your clothes,” Harlow protested, and he snorted. As if he fucking cared about that.

“I should probably take them all off then,” he said, pulling her into the bedroom.

“Okay!” she agreed heartily.

Laughing, he managed to get out of his clothes but while he was on one foot to kick off his shorts, she pushed him back to the bed and scrambled atop his body.

“Well now. Good evening, Ms. Martin,” he drawled. “You up to something? God, I hope so.” He reached up to twist the bar in her nipple, delighting in her hiss of delight. Even more delightful was the way she ground her pussy against his cock, her breath hitching when the bead in his piercing slid over her clit.

She was hot and so wet already and the feel of her honey as it nearly scalded him was so good he had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling up into his head as she rendered him utterly witless.

Over and over until the need to come dug into his spine. Especially when her whole body tensed and relaxed each time her clit brushed against the piercing.

He moaned as he gripped her hips. This skin to skin contact was amazing. When they were done with touring and were back in the northwest, they’d get STI tests and once they knew it was safe, he’d be able to fuck her without a condom.

Fucking her in any way was a delight, but he wasverymuch looking forward to being able to ditch condoms.

“You feel so good,” he told her around a gasp of pleasure when she reached behind her body and ran her short, blunt nails over his balls. “That works,” he wheezed.

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