Seventeen Days (21 page)

My aunt and Harrison are my home. And Mac and Rusty Sprockets or shit, I may as well admit defeat and call him Dog. If these last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that. It has shown me that I had no real connections to New York. My friends weren’t truly my friends. My mother was never a mother, and she doesn’t want me there. 

If I decide not to start at Columbia, I’ll use the ticket, Harrison gave me and go to the penthouse to pack up all of my belongings. Bring them back to Aunt Savannah’s house, where they belong. The only thing I do miss in New York is my clothes. Sienna should have no problem letting me have access to them. It’s not like she can wear them. Her money may have bought them, but they’re mine. All my material things are what replaced her love, after all. 

Thinking about Sienna is killing my buzz. Shit, and I was enjoying all things Harrison. Figures the bitch would find a way to ruin it. 

Turning around in his arms, I loop mine around his neck. Gazing up into his eyes, I find all the peace I need. Those stormy depths are my saving grace. I’m pretty positive I’ll never tire of gazing into them. 

I can’t believe he agreed to make love to me tonight. Am I lucky or what? 

My life has taken a complete one-eighty from where it was a mere month ago. The path I was on before was one of self-destruction. No one cared about me, so why should I have cared for myself? Taking the drugs was risky, but it wasn’t the first time I had acted out so wildly. I’ve been drinking in the clubs in New York since I was sixteen. Money can buy anything, if you have loose enough morals. Bouncers, bartenders, wait staff … You name it, they were on Sienna’s payroll. Anything I wanted was mine. The price seemed to rise higher and higher with each outing. Each drink I drank. Every step I took, I paid for. 

Maybe not in money, but I paid for it. Dates, sex, attending galas, photoshoots … it’s how I paid. In flesh. If it was being forced to go on a date with someone’s son, it’s what I’d do. Show him inconsiderable attention? It earned me extra. Fuck him? For the next few months, anything I want is mine. But someone’s son always needed a date. At times, so and so himself would need a date. Sienna didn’t care if the guy was twice my age, she pimped me out. To her I was merely a pawn in her never-ending chess game. 

Harrison must see the dark thoughts come into my eyes. His face takes on a look of concern, and he mouths the question, “What’s wrong?” Not ready to let him so far in, I shake my head no, nothing’s wrong.
Only everything is.
Or was. My life until the moment I stepped off the plane in Mobile, was wrong. Every single infinitesimal piece of it. 

Reaching up so I can reach his ear, I tell him, “I’m going to pull Julian aside in a moment to ask about lunch. Afterwards, why don’t we head back to the hotel?” 

Needing to be consumed in all things Harrison, I pray he agrees to leave. His touch can erase all the awful touches before his. His answer was to place his hand behind my head and pull my mouth to his. His kiss is the only answer I need. 

Waiting until the song is over, I grab Julian’s arm and lead him away to a hallway leading to the bathrooms. We can hear each other here without having to shout. 

“Can we have lunch tomorrow? Only the two of us? It’s my last day in town, since we’re flying out tomorrow evening, and I’d like to spend time with you. Alone.”  

And accept his offer to pay for my education without an audience around. 

“I’d love to. Do you have a place in mind?” he asks. 

“Actually, I was thinking we could have a picnic near the Eiffel Tower. That way we can take as long as we want, and not worry about a cafe needing to fill the table.” For as many times as I’ve been here, I’ve never taken time to sit and appreciate the beauty of this city. Tomorrow, I can do that while having a quiet lunch with my father. 

“It sounds like the perfect lunch. Would you like me to pack the lunch, or do you want to grab a few things before we go? I have a basket we can use.” 

“Actually, I haven’t planned that far ahead. I didn’t know if you’d agree to the idea or not. Why don’t we go to the store together and get everything? You can bring the basket, glasses, and plates. We can grab the rest.” 

One day, I hope Harrison and I can return to Paris and have a picnic of our own. 

“Okay, I can do that. What time should I pick you up? Eleven?” 

“Eleven sounds great. I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby. Harrison and I are going to head back to the hotel now. He’s tired, and I’ll admit I am too. We must still be suffering from a touch of jet lag.” Who am I kidding? We’re not tired, we’re horny. 

“I’m going to take off as well. Would you kids care for a ride back to the hotel?” he asks. 

“That’d be great. Thanks. I’ll go grab Harrison and we can leave.” 

“I’ll meet you out front then.” As soon as the words leave his mouth he starts making his way toward the exit. That went better than I expected. Since we’re just getting to know each other, I wasn’t sure if he would agree to such a private lunch. I thought he might want to go somewhere more public.

When I reach Harrison, I notice there’s more females around him than there was when I left. He doesn’t notice one of them. His eyes are focused solely on me. It’s like he’s been watching for my return while a harem full of whores got closer to him. Laughing at the thought, I grab his outstretched hand and pull him through them to me. 

“Come on, Captain. Our chariot awaits.” 

Now that we’re back in our hotel room, I’m nervous. 

What should I do? Do I make the first move? When I made my move last night, it turned out okay. It would’ve been better if he had given in fully. The sexy bastard. Sex for me in the past was never actually my choice. Ever. 

Harrison is truly my first choice. He should have been my first, period. 

We haven’t spoken one word since we stepped into the hotel lobby. The elevator ride was filled with tension so thick you could’ve cut it. If we would’ve been alone, it may have been different. Once we stopped on our floor, I lead the way to our room in silence. 

Which brings us to this moment. This weirdly intense moment. 

Is he nervous too? 

Is it why he hasn’t said anything? 

Why he hasn’t made a move? 

Shit. 

Fuck. 

Shit.

Fuckshitfuckingshit. 

Someone tell me what to do! Last night, I was bold enough to undress.
Should I try that tonight? Will it work? Of course it’ll work, he’s already agreed. Come on, Morgan, you can do this. This isn’t your first time.
 

But it should have been.
 

It takes every ounce of courage I have, but I manage to ask, “Can you get my zipper, please?” Why did I have to choose a dress I couldn’t slip over my head? Nope, stupid me had to pick out one with a zipper. Before he answers, I turn my back to him and pull my hair up off from my neck. Exposing my zipper to him. 

First move made. Checkmate.

His only response is the sound of my zipper as he pulls it down slowly. Inch by antagonizing inch. He’s about to find out the only thing I have on underneath is my undies. The way this dress is made, there’s no way I could wear a bra. If I could, it’d have to be strapless, and not having one with me, I did the only thing I could do—I went sans bra. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he mutters, “Fuck me, Morgan. No bra?” 

“Didn’t need one with this dress. It’s not like I planned for you to find out. After last night, I wasn’t going to make any move toward us being together. I was leaving the ball in your court. You had to go and put your hands on me in the club. And your fingers.” I’m hot remembering what his fingers did to me, how quickly they brought me to orgasm. 

“Your ass swaying in front of me was too much temptation. I don’t regret that choice. Even if you wouldn’t have pressed your ass against me, my fingers still would have found their way inside of you.” 

Suddenly, I feel his lips on me, kissing a trail down my back. As he pulls the zipper down agonizingly slower, he kisses every inch as he exposes it. 

“Keep doing that and I’ll be begging for your kisses in other places.” 

“Oh, I plan on kissing you everywhere. Don’t worry, you won’t need to ask.” 

Everywhere? Between my thighs where I want him most? If his fingers can work magic, imagine what his tongue would do. 

The only sound I hear is the sound of his kisses, his hands seem to have forgotten my zipper. Not saying anything, I reach back for one of his hands and place it on my breast. It’s all the invitation he needs. His other hand comes up to cup my other breast, squeezing them gently, while his tongue makes its way to my neck.  

Arching my back, I give him all the access he needs. My dress slides down my body without any effort from me. One of his hands slides down my stomach, stopping before it can slide into my undies.
Why did he stop? Keep going.

“Sit on the bed and lie back. Leave your legs hanging over the edge, babe.” 

Thumbing my undies off, I do what he says. 

“Fuck. Me. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He’s still fully clothed, how is that fair? “Take your shirt off and get over here and make love to me.” Lying back on the bed, I glance up to see him pull his shirt over his head. Oh, wow. I’ve seen him shirtless before but this is different. We’ve never had the intention of having sex before. His tan skin makes my mouth water. He has a trail of dark hair leading down to his happy spot. Oh, fuck, he has the muscle thingy that turns smart women stupid. Have I ever been this attracted to a man? I can’t recall. 

“You’re sort of beautiful, you know?” Did I say that out loud?
Fuck, I did.
 

“You want to see beauty? It’s what I seeing now. You. Naked and waiting for me. God, you’re the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, Morgan. Every single inch of you is perfection. And mine. This— Tonight makes you mine. You got that? Mine. No more bullshit. Once we make love, that’s it for me.”

“Make me yours, Harrison. Make. Me. Yours.” I’m already his if we make love or not. This man owns my soul. 

Not wasting one more second, he practically leaps over to the bed. Lying atop me, he kisses me with a passion he’s yet to show me. Holy shit. And I thought last night’s kisses were intense. His tongue duels with mine in a battle we both win. When he breaks the kiss, I can’t get air into my lungs fast enough. I’ve never been kissed like that before. Ever. Harrison literally kissed me breathless. 

He slowly kisses his way down my body, stopping at my breasts. One hand cups a breast while his tongue laves at the other. I could have an orgasm from only this. His tongue is as magical as his fingers. I’ve never let anyone do anything more than fuck me. Never let anyone kiss their way down my body. Never had sex with the lights on before, either. Probably because I never wanted to
see
what was being done to me. 

Harrison makes me want it all. 

His hand not on my breasts moves down and cups my sex, causing me to arch my back up off from the bed.

“You’re so wet. I love how you get so wet for me. I can’t wait to fully taste you; the sample I had at the club only made me want you more.” 

His words are all I need to send me over the edge. His fingers are in me now as his mouth sucks in a nipple. It’s too much yet not enough. My fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him closer to me. As I’m coming down, he releases my nipple with a popping sound. 

“Babe? Can you let go of my hair? I’d like to continue but I can’t move.” Huh, didn’t know I was holding on to it
that
tightly. 

“Only if you can repeat what you just did.”
‘Cause holy wow.
 

“Oh, I plan on doing one better. My tongue is going to replace my fingers. I’m hungry and can’t wait to have my dessert.” He did say that? Seriously, it’s so damn cheesy. Fuck it, it turned me on even more and I don’t give two shits. 

Still keeping my grip on his hair, I say, “Um. No one has ever done that to me before. Had their tongue down, you know … there.”
Kill me now. Please.
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Talk about embarrassing, my admitting that to him after what he’s done and what he’s
about
to do. But he needed to know, right? 

“If you’re nervous, I don’t have to taste you tonight. We can save it for later, once you’re more comfortable with me. Trust me, I plan on eating you for the rest of my life. What’s one more day?” 

Instead of answering him, I release my hold on his hair a tiny bit and push his head further down. It’s my way of saying yes. Turns out he doesn’t need the actual words. 

Using his hands, he parts my slick folds and sweeps his tongue straight down the middle. Licking me from my clit to my opening.
Holy. Fuck. So this is what I’ve been missing?
Moaning, I push his head into me further. As if he needed any direction. “Don’t …” His tongue hits my clit again before I can finish my thought. Wow. All I can think is … wow. 

“Don’t what, baby? Don’t stop? Don’t do anymore? I need you to finish what you were saying. ‘Cause your body isn’t telling me to stop. Your body is telling me to keep going. So do your reactions.”