Harley's Achilles (The Rock Series Book 3) (13 page)

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We spent the next two days with my mom and dad. Harley went fishing with my father while I stayed with my mom and cooked. The next day, I was with my father fishing and Harley stayed with my mom. We bobbed on the ocean, our lines hanging over the side of the boat. The sky was clear with a slight breeze wafting through our hair. My father was resting on his elbows, face tilted to the sun. He looked so alive just then.

“I won’t be around forever, Achilles,” my father began, breaking the silence.

“And here I thought we could just have a relaxing day.”

“Harley needs to grieve for his brother. The anger, sadness, and loneliness are just beneath the surface in his eyes. He hasn’t fully grieved for his brother.”

“I can’t make him, Papa,” I argued.

“He will break and you must let him.” My father considered me carefully. “I spent the day with him right here on this boat and I could see it. He loves you.”

“What? No. We haven’t said anything to each other like that. We’re just falling right now.”

“Oh Achilles, you fell flat on your face.” My father chuckled.

I had to laugh at that. My father was right. I was in love with Harley, but I wasn’t going to push him. My father took my hands and searched my eyes.

“Remember your loss, the pain you endured when you were hurt. Harley will come crashing down and you have to let him. Understand? You can’t help him.”

“Papa…”

“No. You can’t. He must fall and pull himself back up or he will never be the man he needs to be.”

I hugged my father. “We’ll come back soon, Harley and me, okay? If you need me, just call.”

“We are here for you as well, Achilles. This is your home and Harley’s now.”

“I love you, Papa.”

“You are my pride and joy, Achilles. Be the man I raised you to be.”

I would. I didn’t know if I could let Harley fall without running to catch him, though. If my father was right, I would have to.

Achilles

I was draped over Harley, my body rutting against him as we kissed. He was so vocal, his hips lifting into mine. I had his hands pinned above his head on the couch as I ravished his mouth. Harley’s whimpers were driving me fucking insane. I wanted to bend him over and fuck him, or he could bend me over. I really didn’t give a shit at this point. We’d been coloring for the first half of the trip and, as soon as the flight attendant excused herself, Harley attacked me. This was so much better than worrying about crashing.

Harley bit my bottom lip and let it slide slowly out from between his teeth. A rumble rose from me and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. His hands went to my hips and then one slid down to the button on my jeans. His fingers fumbled and then he got the button off, pulling my zipper down low enough to get his hand in there. I gasped at the sensation of his warm fingers wrapping around my dick. We hadn’t gone this far and my mind was racing as he started a slow stroke.

“Harley,” I rasped, sucking in a breath when his thumb grazed the head of my dick.

“Hmm?” Harley licked at my lips, then nuzzled my neck, biting the flesh of my collarbone.

“Things are getting out of hand.”

“Don’t you want to join the mile high club?”

“The bathroom isn’t small, but it’s not
that
big.”

Harley scooted out from underneath me and took my hand, hauling me up. We walked to the back of the plane and Harley opened the bathroom door, shoving me in. He closed the door behind us and stood there staring at me. My pants were undone, the head of my dick poking out from behind my boxers. Harley fell to his knees and looked up at me as he took my boxers down, freeing my cock.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a tremble to my voice.

Harley just smiled and licked the head of my dick. My legs shook and I planted my hands on the bathroom walls as Harley sucked my cock down his throat. I wanted to cry out, but I bit my bottom lip instead and watched Harley’s lips wrap around me and suck me down to my pubes. Holy. Fucking. Hell. I hadn’t had head like that in…well, never. My hips bucked and I watched my dick slide in and out of Harley’s mouth. My God, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight below me, Harley on his knees, my dick between his lips.

My balls drew taut and my fingers gripped the wall, and God help me, I couldn’t stop fucking his mouth. Harley wrapped his fingers around my nuts and began earnestly deep throating me.

“Fuck…Harley, I’m going to fucking come. Pull off.”

Harley shook his head and moaned around my dick. Vibrations skated down my shaft and I let loose a loud cry as I emptied into Harley’s mouth, my hips still bucking as I did. Harley grabbed my ass cheeks and shoved me down, swallowing around me. I hung my head and tried to recapture my sanity as Harley stood up. His hands cradled my face and then he was kissing me. Our tongues met and curled around each other, I pulled Harley into me, grabbing his ass and hauling him up. His dick was rock hard against my abdomen and I slid my hand around and gave it a nice squeeze.

“Fuck yes,” Harley groaned into my mouth.

“What do you want, Harley? You want me to suck you? Fuck you against the wall? Tell me what you want.”

Harley leaned back a bit and stared at me. “I want you to suck me.”

I pushed him up against the wall and took his mouth while I undid his jeans. They fell to the floor in a heap and I dropped to my knees just as he had and gripped his dick. I looked up at Harley from my position on the floor. His eyes were wild and black with desire. His hands threaded into my hair and I leaned forward, keeping eye contact with him as I tongued his slit, dipping in low and licking the precome from him.

His hips moved slowly and I opened my mouth, allowing him to control his thrusts. His fingers still gripping my hair, Harley pumped into my mouth, watching my face as he did. Our eyes held contact, never leaving each other, and I closed my lips around his girth. Harley’s mouth was partially open, soft moans escaping from him as I increased the suction on him.

“Fuck, you look so sexy like that,” Harley panted. “I’m going to come, Achilles. You can back off or take it. I’m negative.”

I was going to take it. All of it. My tongue did a dance around his dick and Harley’s eyes widened, his whole body went rigid, and then he was shouting, his cum spurting down my throat in bursts. I swallowed and licked the head of his dick as I pulled off. Harley slumped to the floor and I gathered him into my arms. He snuggled into me and breathed out a huge sigh.

“Wow. Best. Blow job. Ever.”

“Yeah?” I grinned, kissing his temple.

“Hell yeah.”

“We didn’t fuck,” I stated.

“Still counts, I think.”

“Next time?”

“You’re on.”

~*~

We arrived at Harley’s house and he unpacked. I checked the house again from top to bottom, but didn’t see any signs of someone being there. Harley passed by me, letting his hand trail across my ass, and I shivered from the contact. We’d kissed the whole ride home after our bathroom excursion. That had to have been the shortest flight ever. I let Harley know I’d be in the shower while he finished unpacking. I wanted to wind down from the trip before I had to go back into bodyguard mode. Although I felt like I was so much more than that to Harley. At least I hoped I was.

Hot water cascaded over my head and my muscles began to relax under the spray. I tilted my head back and almost sighed in bliss as the jets pounded my sore muscles. I ran my hands through my hair and opened my eyes. Harley stood right in front of me, naked as the day he was born, and I think I drooled a little. A slow smile spread across his lips as he placed his hands on my chest. His hand slid up my pectoral muscle and snaked around my nape, pulling me down. Our lips met and I opened up immediately to Harley’s mouth. He wrapped himself around me, deepening the kiss and rubbing his dick on my abdomen. He was hard, and fuck, so was I. We broke from the kiss, both of us panting, and Harley turned me around to face the wall. Fingers tickled down my back and then Harley’s tongue slid down my spine. My body blew up in goosebumps as he trailed all the way down to the cleft of my ass.

I peered over my shoulder to see Harley’s shit-eating grin as he nipped at my ass cheeks. Even now, he was playfully driving me insane. He kept his eyes on me as he slid a finger between my cheeks, rubbing my hole. I bit at my bottom lip and Harley let loose a feral rumble. A finger slid inside me and I instinctively spread my legs out, welcoming him in. My head hit the tile as Harley laved my nuts while he fingered my ass. The feeling of emptiness I had was being filled by one Harley Payne.

Harley’s tongue slid up my back and he nibbled at my ear.

“I’d like to take this to the bed.”

We quickly rinsed, dried off, and went to Harley’s room. I stood at the foot of the bed while Harley ran his hands up my abdomen, his fingers tracing my scars.

“So much pain,” Harley whispered.

He eased me back onto the bed and kissed his way up my body to my mouth. My eyes closed and I wrapped my arms around him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dipping erotically into my mouth, savoring my taste just as I was savoring his. We broke from it, both breathing hard, our eyes locking. I could see my need reflected back in his eyes. I spread my legs out, welcoming him in and Harley reached across us, grabbing the tube of lube from his nightstand. Our eyes met again and I reached out to palm his face.

“I’m negative, too.”

“I trust you.” Harley leaned in to kiss me again while he lubed his fingers.

“No need.” I stopped him, taking lube from his fingers and stroking his dick. I lifted my legs and nodded to him.

Harley positioned himself and kept eye contact with me as he pushed inside. His girth filled me and I gasped at the sensation of him bare. Harley’s eyes widened as he pushed further inside, my walls clamped down on his cock, and I took a deep breath. Our foreheads touched and Harley kissed me.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” he whispered against my lips.

“I’m more than okay. God, you feel so good. Keep moving, you’re not going to break me.”

Harley pulled out a bit and then thrust back in. My back arched and I gripped his biceps as he found a rhythm and nailed my prostate. It took everything I had not to yell out loud as Harley slanted at an angle and slammed back into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and moved with him, our mouths connected the whole time.

“God, this feels so fucking good. Love the way you feel,” Harley rasped.

I felt like this was what I had been waiting for my whole life. Harley hadn’t said he loved me, but the way he kissed me, I knew he did. I grabbed my dick and began jacking off as Harley’s breathing became more labored. His hair fell in his eyes and he was biting at his bottom lip, fucking like a man on a mission. I knew the moment he came. His back stiffened and heat infused my whole body. I came with a shout, holding onto Harley as I did. He collapsed on me and burrowed into my neck as I held him. His whole body was shaking and he was wet with sweat. I smoothed his hair back and Harley tilted his head to look at me.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m perfect.”

Harley fell asleep a few minutes later and I just laid there staring at the perfection next to me. He was…he was everything. I closed my eyes and Harley snuggled into my side, throwing a leg over me. This was what I wanted, and now I had it.

~*~

I woke up to Harley mumbling in my ear. I poked his side and his eyes opened and a slow smile graced his lips. He leaned in, kissed me, and I wrapped him up in my arms. His body was so warm and fit snuggly into mine.

“Hey.” Harley kissed my chin and then bit it.

“Hungry?”

“I kinda am. How are you this morning?”

I wiggled my ass a bit and then smiled. “I’m good.”

Harley chuckled and rolled out of bed. He threw some sweats on and held out a hand to me. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”

Harley and I talked over breakfast about going to the studio. I knew he wanted to get back to recording. He wasn’t the kind of man who sat still for long. I cleaned up the dishes and Harley went to get dressed. I was just putting away the last dish when I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway.

“Someone’s here. Be right back!” I called out.

I opened the door and stepped out, catching Axel jumping out of Gareth’s Jeep. He held something in his hand and I walked over to him.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I wanted to wait until you got back.”

I stopped walking and stared at him. “What is it?”

Axel ran a hand over his head and sighed audibly. “While you were gone, Harley’s father called the cops and said Holden’s bike was stolen.”

“What?!”

“We took care of that, at least for now, but there’s something else, Achilles, and you’re not going to like it.”

My skin broke out in a wave of chills as Axel glanced off to the side and fidgeted.

Oh God.

“Just tell me,” I spat.

“At Gareth’s request, as well as Jinx’s, we looked into Holden’s team and found out who was in charge after the fact. We got ahold of the guy and he said that Holden did write two letters because he packed them up himself along with Holden’s personal effects.”

“Okay…that’s good news, right?”

Axel couldn’t meet my eyes. I stepped forward. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Holden’s team…the mission you went on that night you were ambushed, it was to retrieve a recon team that had been captured.”

“Yes.” I nodded slowly. The realization hit as Axel’s eyes filled with sadness. “No…”

“I’m so sorry, Achilles.”

“Holden died because we couldn’t get to him,” I barely whispered.

“You know you can’t blame yourself for that. You and your team were ambushed! You almost died!”

“But I didn’t, did I? I’m still here to breathe the fucking air!” I shouted.

“Achilles, you know how this works. There is nothing you could have done differently!”

“Well, I can do something now,” I snapped. I ran to my truck and Axel followed me.

“Where are you going? Jinx is —”

“I’m going to get that fucking letter!”

~*~

I drove over the speed limit and cursed the whole way. I was the reason Holden Payne had died in the desert. Me. How the hell would Harley feel knowing that? I shook my head clear and concentrated on the road. I was going to get that letter come hell or high water. Harley deserved to know his brother had left him parting words. It was the least I could do for him. I pulled up next to the Payne house and took a deep, calming breath. I exited the truck and jogged up the walk to the front door. I could hear the TV on inside and knocked. I cocked my head to the side after a minute and knocked again. Louder this time. Footsteps sounded on the floor behind the door and then it flew open. I was looking right into the eyes of Harley’s mother. She blinked and took me in.