The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (35 page)

I flip on the lights as I enter the house. I only have a few more things to pack before I’m done. The movers will be here tomorrow to drive everything back and if it’s not in a box, it doesn’t make the trip.

I change quickly into a pair of jeans and t-shirt, hanging my tuxedo up in the closet. Josie and Liam aren’t going on a honeymoon until February, and Liam said he’d make sure the tux gets returned, along with Quinn’s.

I walk into the kitchen. The linoleum is cold on my bare feet. Boxes are made up in the corner. I pick up one, along with some bubble wrap and get to work. This is a tedious job and I know why I’ve left it for last. Wrapping dishes and glasses is probably the most mundane thing I’ve ever done.

I look at the clock when I hear knocking on the door. It’s too late for anyone to be paying a visit, and everyone I know is at the reception. Twisting the doorknob, I open the door. I bite the inside of my cheek to avoid having an expression. This is the last thing I want to deal with right now.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.” She steps in without being invited. I slam the door shut behind her, causing her to jump. She stands there without a jacket on, her skin wet from where the snow has landed on her. It takes every ounce of strength that I can muster to keep from touching her. She left me, I remind myself.

“So talk,” I say with a bit of a bite. My wall is up. No more emotion from me.

“You’re leaving?”

I look around at the boxes and frown. Does she think I’m remodeling?

“Yep,” I reply and walk into the kitchen to finish packing. I have a feeling I’ll be up all night doing this shit, so might as well make good use of my time.

“Harrison?”

“What, Katelyn?” I slam the glass that’s in my hand down on the counter. I feel like a shit when I see her lower lip tremble. I don’t want her to cry, but I can’t be a doormat for her. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you. As you can see, I’m moving back to Los Angeles.”

“Why?” she asks as her shoulders drop.

I can answer her one of two ways; truthfully or easily. I lean against the counter and clear my throat. Suddenly the floor has become very interesting. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I can’t live in this town and watch you fall in love with someone else. I just can’t, and that’s going to happen someday and frankly, I don’t want to see it.”

“So you’re leaving? What about Quinn?”

“Quinn will be fine. Spending a few months in public school and leaving isn’t going to scar him for life. He’s used to a different way of living, he’ll adjust.”

“But he has friends here.”

“And he’ll see them when I come back to work once a month.”

“So that’s just it, you’re just going to leave us?” Her voice breaks, which causes me to look up. There are tears streaming down her face, ruining her make-up.

I shake my head and push away from the counter. “There is no us,” I say as I walk past her. I open a couple of boxes until I find what I’m looking for. Against my better judgment I wrap a quilt around her shoulders. I let my hands linger on her for a beat too long. When I pull away, she looks at me.

I run my hand through my hair and tug at the ends. It’s too short now. I don’t like it. “I have a lot of packing to do before my flight and the movers come, you should go.” I don’t wait to see what she says or what her reaction is. I go back to packing and focus on it like it’s my professional job.

I hate that she’s still standing there, watching me. Every so often, she sniffs and I think she’s about to say something, only I’m rewarded more silence. I can’t look at her for fear that I’d fall to her feet and ask her for another chance. I won’t do that because I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not about to apologize for something that I had no control over, when all she had to do was listen to me.

“Harrison?”

I set the plate in the box and look at her questioningly.

“My daughter was being bullied at school.”

I take a step back and realize that I never told her about Peyton. I would’ve, but she ended us. I nod and lean against the counter. “You were in L.A. and I got a call to pick up Quinn from school. Liam got a call about Peyton because your father-in-law didn’t answer or something. Anyway, I went to pick up Quinn and he had a black eye and I knew that Peyton was involved, but I thought she punched him. When we got back to Liam’s, Quinn told me a story about a friend that was being bullied and how he asked the boy to stop, but he wouldn’t. When the boy touched Quinn’s friend, he reacted.”

I chance a look at Katelyn and see that her hand is covering her mouth. Tears continue to stream down her face, breaking my heart even more.

“I put two and two together and figured with her outbursts and reluctance to do things, it had to be Peyton. So I called her down to the studio and showed her what I did when kids would bully me.”

“What?” she squeaks out.

“When I was a teenager, I found a drum set and brought it home and taught myself to play; but I’d imagine the faces of those kids who made fun of me day in and day out as I beat the drums. Every day, I’d pound and pound until I had nothing left. I gave her some sticks and let her go to work. She hit the drums so hard, I swear I could see the anger leaving her body.”

“You helped her.”

“Good,” I say.

“You taught her to play as well?”

I nod. “They came to me with an idea. They wanted to play a song for Liam and Josie. So we worked very hard on making it just as perfect as possible.”

“She smiled.”

“What?”

“Peyton... she smiled at me for the first time since Mason died. And it wasn’t just any smile, her face lit up because of you, because of what you did for her.” Katelyn moves in front of me. I press harder against the counter.

“Look at me, Harrison, I have something to say.”

I look up with hesitation. Her watery eyes slice right through my heart. My hands grip the countertop, giving me something to hold on to.

“I’ve been so stupid these past few weeks. It took a village of people to show me how wrong I was about you and those pictures. I thought I could let you go, that I could move on and just be a friend, but every time I turn around, you’re doing something that slaps me in the face to remind me that you’re here. You gifted my daughters with the most precious gift and for me... You gave me a bracelet that bears another man’s initials. Why?”

“Because I told you I’d never ask you to stop loving him. He’s a part of you and I would never ask you to give him up.” I answer her against my better judgment.

“Those are things I should’ve remembered when I saw those pictures. I shouldn’t have allowed someone to cloud what my heart knew, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

I bite my lip to keep myself from breaking down. I look down and push my thumbs into my eyes. These are words I wanted to hear weeks ago.

“Harrison,” she says as her hand pulls mine into hers. My heart soars as heat spreads through my body. I’ve missed her. Her fingers lock with mine as she brings our hands up between us. When her lips touch my skin, I want to push her away and tell her no. Tell her that I’m done and the damage can’t be changed, but I’d be lying to myself.

“Katelyn, please don’t do this unless you mean it,” I beg her.

“You can’t leave us. You can’t get on that plane and fly back to Los Angeles and leave us here. I’m sorry I failed us, Harrison, and I know I’m selfish and don’t deserve what I’m asking.”

“What are you asking?”

She steps closer, bringing her other hand into my hair. I have no willpower to tell her no or to stop. She’s going to be the death of me.

“Give me... us a second chance.”

I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of her hand in my hair. I want this, I do, but I don’t know if I can do it.

“I love you, Harrison.”

My eyes flash open, my heart races faster. Those are the words that I’ve wanted to hear from her for so long and now that she’s said them, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what they sound like.

“Say it again.”

“I love you and I love Quinn. My girls love you and we want you both to be a part of our lives. I need you by my side, Harrison. I want to walk the path that we lay together.”

I pull her close before my mind tells me to second guess everything. She came over here in the dark of night to tell me this. My heart fills with love as I look into her eyes.

I do what I’ve been longing to do for weeks. I move forward, tentatively and touch my lips to hers. Her reaction shocks me as she claims my mouth instantly. She lets go of my hand and grabs onto my shirt, tugging me closer. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I try to lead us upstairs. I stop when her hand slides down my pants and I know we aren’t going to make it to the bed.

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C
HAPTER 40

Katelyn

I hadn’t realized how much I missed him until now. The way he makes me feel, the way he kisses me, it’s like he’s claiming me. This is not the adventurous Harrison opening my world on his motorcycle; this is not the sensitive Harrison who makes every cell in my body dance with his touch. No, this is primal Harrison. Domineering, animalistic. This is the rockstar telling me that I
am
his. I can truly understand what Josie means when she tells us about ‘Liam Page’. This version of Harrison is my own personal bad boy rocker.

He excites me.

He satisfies me.

He makes me want to beg for more.

I want him.

I need him.

My body is eager for him.

I want him in every way possible.

I slip my hand into the top of his jeans and flick the top button open. It creates enough space for me to slide my hand in. He growls. My legs rest on his hips. I bunch his shirt in my hand, trying with all my might to rip it away from his body. I palm his hard on, desperate to touch him. He hisses as he slams me against the wall, his casted arm pressing painfully against my back.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says heavily, his lips barely leaving mine. He pulls back, much to my dismay. I whimper when we’re no longer connected. My chest heaves, pushing my breasts closer to his mouth. He pulls the top of my dress down, freeing them. He takes one in his mouth and kneads the other. His tongue swirls over my taut nipple, biting it gently. I move against him, lifting my dress so I can be closer to him. Pressing against him does nothing to ease the ache that I feel.

I tug again at his shirt. He takes it off with one hand, only breaking contact with me for a brief moment. I squeeze my legs tighter around his hips so I can work to free him from the confines of his jeans. My eager mouth attaches to nipple ring. I pull, knowing that he loves the way it feels. It urges him on. He moves against me, building the friction between our clothed bodies.

His fingers dig into my legs as he holds me against the wall. His mouth sears into my skin, leaving a path of burning kisses on my neck. He bites my earlobe, pulling and sucking it into his mouth.

I free him from his captor, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He pulls back and looks at me. His green eyes bore into mine, daring me to stop this before it goes too far. What he doesn’t know is that I want this. I want him. Now, tomorrow and forever.

He moves my panties aside and guides me to his ready cock. I arch against the wall, as he grips the door casing for leverage. He pulls back and thrusts. I scream out, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure.

He watches me. He takes stock in knowing that I’m coming undone by his touch. He pushes harder. My body slams against the wall. The way he keeps control, the way he keeps his rhythm, it’s like I’m the beat of his drum and he’s playing me with every ounce of energy he has.

He bunches my dress in his hand and watches as he pulls out. “Fuck,” he hisses as he buries himself into me again and again. I pull him to my mouth, my hands woven in his hair as I reach my peak. I give him everything.

My heart.

My body.

My soul.

My life.

Harrison comes hard, grunting and pushing himself deeper. The clarity of this moment makes me realize that I
am
his, and he
is
mine.

He kisses me softly, his mouth lingering over mine. My breath catches when he moves away from me. He holds me in his hands until my feet are planted on the ground. I look down at myself and shake my head. I move to right myself, but he bats my hands way. He adjusts my dress, placing small kisses along my cleavage. He bends and in one fell swoop has me in his arms.

My arm wraps around his neck. My fingers play with the back of his hair. He walks faster, once we reach the top of the stairs, his feet shuffling. I look at him, confused.

“I forgot to button my jeans,” he explains as he tries not to laugh.

My heart sinks when I look around his room. Boxes line the walls, ready to be moved back to Los Angeles. He sits me on his bed. I can’t look at him for fear he’ll see the heartbreak. Am I enough to keep him here?

Harrison uses his finger and thumb to lift my chin. His thumb caresses my lower lip. My tongue reaches out to taste him.

“Ask me,” he demands.

“Stay,” I say quietly. “Stay here and be with me. Stay and be a family.” I stand so were body to body. I take his hand in mine and press it to my heart. “Stay and love me, love us.”

He captures my lips with his with such urgency I have to grab onto his shoulders for fear I’m going to fall. He picks me up and lays me on the bed gracefully. He hovers over me, his eyes boring into mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Harrison.”

My skin pebbles as his fingers map out their destination. I think he’s touched every inch of my body, some places more than once. But who’s keeping track? I’m not. I lay in his bed, surrounded by him. His naked body is pressed to my side as he writes his name on my stomach.

“When did you know?” he asks.

“Know what?”

“That you loved me?”

“The night I came to pick up the girls, they were coloring on you and it’s what Peyton said and the way you were with them. I knew my heart was yours even if I was having a hard time letting it go.”