Harkham's Case (Harkam's #1) (38 page)

This was a first for her, waking up all aroused and moist.

Last night he’d fallen asleep and didn’t make it into her room after everyone went to bed like he’d threatened.

Tonight he was full of energy—not acting tired at all.

“It’s sorer than ever,” he moaned. “And you can help me this time.”

He pulled her hand down and placed her palm directly on his pulsing erection. A tight groan from him and then he was grinding into her grip.

Shit! Let go, you idiot. You’re gonna get caught.

Only . . . she didn’t want to let go, and something inside her wouldn’t let her release his hard cock. She wanted it here in her hand, so she stroked him and held him tight.

Odds were, it wasn’t going to take very long to get him off, with how turned on and needy he was right now. She’d just have to kick him out of her room directly after.

“Oh God,” he moaned, taking a deep breath after saying it.

You can’t do this. He’s never done this type of thing before. You’re ruining him!

A river of guilt swept through her, softening her spine. She gulped and strained her neck away from him so he wouldn’t see the amount of self-control she was using to keep from taking away his innocence.

“Oh, please touch it a lot more,” he begged, his voice breaking as he began to thrust harder into her hand.

He put one of his hands over hers, coaxing her to move faster, hold tighter. With his other hand, he was pulling his shorts down.

She pulled her hand away. “I can’t do that to you.” She tried to stop him from undressing the rest of the way.

It was scary how badly she wanted to yank them down the rest of the way for him, so she had to keep her eyes elsewhere. Anywhere but on his dick.

“I . . . Why’s this wrong? I love you, and you said you love me, too. It feels right,” he said, voice husky and deep, yet with an urgent edge to it. “Please—you need to help me.”

She placed her palms on his chest. It was a little damp. Christ almighty, he was really worked up.

“How many things have I done wrong in my life?” she asked.

“But this one’s good,” he said, excusing what he wanted to do. A little whine escaped him as he continued to rub himself on her.

“I know it feels good, but until we can fully commit and your family is there to witness it, I can’t do this to you.” She kissed him to temper the blow. “I’m sorry . . . Please, don’t see it as a rejection. I want you more than you could possibly know.”

“Well, how long ‘til you’ll marry me, because I don’t think I can wait any longer. Can you marry me tomorrow?”

She chuckled. So damn cute. “Not tomorrow, sweetie. We need to graduate first.”

“I’ll drop out, and so will you. We can both get our GEDs and move ou—”

She stilled his mouth with her finger. “Shh . . . We’re not gonna do that. I have to prove to your dad I’m good enough. If you change your goals and don’t graduate high school, then it means I’m the worst influence ever on you, and your dad and sister are right about me. I’ve already tried to tell him the truth of how things have happened between us, but he didn’t believe me. A part of me thinks this is a horrible time to start telling the truth. I want to lie and admit to the things he thinks I’ve done so maybe he’ll respect me and think I had the guts to tell the truth.”

He groaned and rolled next to her onto his side.

“Why does he think you’re lying?” He draped his inner arm over his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t he? He has no reason to think I’d do anything for your benefit. As far as he’s concerned, I’ve broken out of prison, and I’m using you to provide for me since I’m a homeless drug addict and a killer.” She turned away from him and curled into a ball.

“Don’t lie. We’re done with that. We’ve both tried it, and we’re going to stop that now. We have no reason to lie to anybody. We can admit who we are, what we’ve overcome and where we want to go,” he said, tucking in behind her.

He ran his hand up the back of her thigh, making it burst into gooseflesh.

“You don’t want me to lie, right?” he cooed in her ear and kissed underneath it, then ran his lips gently down her neck. His humid breath was doing unspeakable things to her—adding heat and moisture between her thighs where he wasn’t even touching her.

Oh, dear God, how she wished he was touching her in that spot. It would feel soooo good!

“And your dad thinks you’re
so
innocent, and
I
convinced
you
to come after me,” she teased. She turned around and ran her hand down his cheek. He leaned into her touch, smiling like a little demon in heaven, because he was misbehaving.

“That’s because he hasn’t really seen me around you.” He chuckled. “Sam told me after you went to bed that I’m a pervert. She said I need to quit grabbing your ass while you’re cooking. It made her lose her appetite.”

“That’s not why she wouldn’t eat,” she corrected him.

“Why didn’t she?”

“Because she said exactly what I was worrying about . . .” She bit her lip but her teeth slid off.

“What did she say? Just tell me.”

“She told me I was only going to last here a little while, because I was already breaking up your family. She said I was the reason your dad was missing at dinner.” A lump formed at the top of her gut.

He stroked her cheek and wiped away the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d shed.

“How does
she
know? Maybe he was mad at me. Maybe he
was
really busy.”

“No, Adam—stop. This may not be something we can fix right away. It’s gonna take a lot of time. I’ve damaged some things here in your home without meaning to. I have to set them right.” Her insides tightened over the thought that maybe his dad would never accept her.

“We can do that together, and, anyway, I don’t care what he thinks. He can’t decide if you’re good for me or not.” He pulled her closer into a hug.

It felt panicked and rushed.

“Yes, you do, and you should. You can’t ever replace your dad, and you have one that cares. He’s not wrong about that . . . He’s right to worry and to try and protect you.” She looked over to the door. “Maybe you coming in here is a bad idea. If he checks on you or on me, it’s gonna make things worse.” Her heart crashed at the thought of him leaving this bed. She needed his warmth, this connection so much, especially after all the arguments she went through yesterday and today. She had put herself out there last night, really letting it all out and venting all her year’s worth of pent-up emotions on her mom.

She even told Dustin personal thoughts and feelings she had about herself and her relationship with Adam. Never had she been that vulnerable.

But it all backfired to hell. Neither of these adults gave a damn if she’d seen her past errors and was fixing them as best she could.

It was too late.

“Let me be a pervert for a little bit longer first. I can touch you, and you don’t have to touch me back—so you won’t be doing anything wrong.” He kissed her very convincingly. The long slides of his luscious tongue were undoing her. It was hard to think or breathe when his mouth moved that way over hers.

“Guilty by association,” she said with a chuckle as his hands slipped under her shirt.

“I won’t tell anybody, and when I’m done, I’ll go back to my room. I promise.” He smiled so big his teeth flashed in the almost non-existent light.

“Why do I listen to you?” she asked, her hands flying in the air, then flopping down on the mattress.

“That’s a yes!” he cheered quietly and then went about torturing her to madness with his soft mouth and achingly gentle fingers, caressing her nipples and fondling her breasts.

“It was a ‘let’s just fool around a little and then you get back to your own bed,’” she said, nodding a little, sounding out of breath.

Her legs squirmed around.

He pushed his way up her body, created friction with his dick between her legs while he kept kneading her breasts.

God, his hands felt amazing.

“Adam, I . . . Oh Jesus.” She arched up into him, and it made the tip of his cock hit her clit. “Ahhh!”

She almost screamed, it felt so good.

To keep from doing that, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

It meant he couldn’t kiss her anymore, but it also meant she’d keep from crying out and alerting his dad to what they were doing.

“I want to—don’t stop me, okay?” Adam gave her a stern look, then his right hand slipped into her shorts and panties. “Oh my . . . This is so wet down here. You like water that’s blue—but this is better. This is water you made—for me. It’s for my hard dick to slide in there, isn’t it?”

She gasped and choked on a cry of pleasure. She wasn’t sure if it was from his words, or from his teasing fingertip circling her clit so slowly, it was driving her mad right away.

“This is so good, Mari. Sooo good. I can’t stop. I have to keep going. I want this. Do you?”

She nodded, her eyes pleading for him to give her relief, because there was no way she could verbalize that and not feel like a miserable shit of a hypocrite about it.

“Okay. I don’t really know how to do this, but you taught me how to cook. You were patient and kind and it was everything to me. I want to give that to you now, too. But you might have to be patient and kind and teach me again—only this time it’ll be about your beautiful body—not yummy food. Though, you’re yummy, too. I’ve tasted you, and there’s nothing I like better on my tongue than you.” He made a soft growling noise and squished his body into her, trying to get closer.

It made his finger push harder, giving her that much needed friction she required.

She yelped at the bursting sensations rioting through her pussy.

“I know there’s a way to be inside you. I want to find it, Mari. And I want you to let me, too. Don’t feel guilty and don’t feel bad. My dad said we had to leave our clothes on. No one’s clothes are off but my shirt, and that’s okay. Men can do that. So, this isn’t bad.” He shook his head, then he nipped at her bottom lip as his fingers moved down lower, exploring her wet folds.

She groaned and rolled her eyes back in her head. He was taking his time, finding each little inch more exciting than the next, as evidenced by how much thicker and harder he felt on her thigh.

“It’s my turn to help you. Though, I wish it was my turn, because then you’d let me fuck you, and I really, really want that.” He smiled and swallowed, sucking in a tight bit of air at the same time. “That’s what it’s called, isn’t it? Fucking.”

She nodded, her eyes going heavy.

“Fucking is what I want with you—and making love, too. I want both. We can have both—you and I.” His long index finger prodded at her slick entrance, and a moment later, it pushed inside.

Once more, her back bowed off the bed. She gripped his shoulder to keep in place.

“Is that good? It feels good to be there.”

She wanted to nod, but instead she gave off a whimpering yes or sorts.

Maybe she didn’t say anything. Oh hell—she had no idea if she was even dreaming this at this point—it felt too good to be real.

“If I pretend my fingers are my dick, then maybe you’ll orgasm. I want that. Your come on my fingers is what it’ll take for me to leave this room and go back to mine, so you have to give it to me, okay?” He nipped at her jaw this time.

She could barely breathe, her body was bucking so violently against his fingers—deeper, stronger, faster. “Yes, God—give me more,” she whispered with a hoarse voice.

“Just remember I love you when you climax. That’s what’s most important. More than my fingers getting wet—you knowing my heart is yours.” He kissed her at that point and then slipped a second finger inside.

This time he gasped when it was in there.

Was it tighter or messier than he’d imagined?

Oh, who the fuck knew.

All she could focus on was the tingling growing deep in her pelvis and the way he moved with her body so effortlessly.

She moaned into his neck, kissed him there and when he finally stopped being gentle and got really rough with her pussy, that’s when she bit back a fierce cry, “Adam! Oh God, oh God! Fuck!”

Her entire body seemed to clamp down on those crazy fingers of his, and she spasmed uncontrollably, her heart exploding more than her pussy—then she melted into his tight one-armed hold.

“I’ve got the numbers—right here in safe keeping. They wanted you, but I wouldn’t let them have you—because this was what you needed,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the side of her head.

She chuckled. Well, kind of moaned as she did it, but still—he was warming her soul to match her blazing heart.

“Oh my God, that was incredible.” She wound her body around his, hugging him tight.

“For you, too? Wow. I didn’t know it could be so good for me to watch and hear you get off. Better than any porn I’ve ever watched.” He scratched her back.

She felt like a pile of mush and bones, barely clinging to him for support.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She sighed and went a little more limp, her heart rate calming down.