Harlow: A Military Bad Boy Romance: The Bradford Brothers (13 page)

I call Whitney after five, when I know she’ll be home from her internship. I’ve been waiting all day to hear her voice and I know she doesn’t keep her cell phone on at work. This isn’t like me, but as I told Jensen, it wasn’t like me until it was. I just can’t explain it, not even to myself.

I begin to think she’s not going to answer, but she finally does after about six rings.

“Hello?”

Her voice sounds hesitant.

“Well that’s definitely not the greeting I was looking forward to.”

“Harlow.”

I wait, but she doesn’t say anything further.

“Yes. Whitney?”

“I can’t talk to you.”

“You can’t… why not?”

It makes no sense. Unless I read it wrong, we had a great time yesterday. And I never read girls wrong.

“I need to stay away.”

Oh I get it. This is one of those things where girls tell each other not to seem too into a guy. She’s playing hard to get. She’s not very good at it, but it’s cute. I’d almost be flattered, if I weren’t so annoyed.

“Okay Whitney. But that doesn’t mean I need to stay away from you.”

“What?”

Her voice sounds concerned. She doesn’t even get my joke. I’m beginning to wonder if I really am reading her wrong. Does she really not want to see me?

“I was on my way home from work, and I’m near your house,” I tell her, determined to plunge ahead with the plan that I had thought was a good idea. “I was thinking of picking up some to- go food and dropping by. Do you like Chinese?”

“Harlow, I… you were at work? At Dr. Davis’?”

“Yep.”

I don’t really understand the relevance of this question, but at least she’s talking to me. She hasn’t hung up. I still have a chance to try to figure out what’s going on with her.

“That’s so strange,” she says. “I called him to talk to him about your case, but I haven’t heard back, although I guess the clinic did…”

She sounds shaken up. Maybe this is all work- related. Or maybe her awful ex- boyfriend has nosed his way back into her life and made some kind of threat.

“Look, I’ll be there soon. We can talk about it. It will all be okay.”

She sniffles but says nothing. There it is. My opening.

“I’ll be there in thirty. I’m assuming you like Kung Pao Chicken?”

“Okay.”

Yes
.

When I get to Whitney’s house, she still seems standoffish.

She lets me in but walks over to the kitchen table and says, “feel free to sit,” as if I’m some formal guest.

I remove the Chinese take- out from its bag.

She says, “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

I shrug and take a bite of my eggroll.

“So talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t even know, but it seems bad.”

“How so?”

“You know how I’m friends with my supervisor, Lance?”

“Sure. The guy your ex was so sure you were cheating on him with.”

“Ha.” That almost gets her to laugh. “Yeah, him. Well, he’s always super chill but today he told me to ‘be careful’ with you, and that Dr. Davis isn’t happy with how your treatment has been going.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I say, knowing for sure it must all be some sort of understanding. “I’ll talk to him first thing in the morning and figure out what’s been going on.”

“No, don’t,” she says. “Or he’ll know I talked to you. Lance said he is taking over your treatment until we figure out what’s going on.”

“What?” I pound my fist on the table. “Sorry. But
this
has me upset.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“We work so well together. Of course there’s the chemistry but I’m talking about for physical therapy. Everything is going so well.”

“I know. I don’t get it. I have no idea what they think I could have done wrong, unless they don’t like that we’re… getting close.”

“Have they told you that?”

“No. Lance seemed to act as if he didn’t care, and didn’t want to know. And luckily I didn’t get the chance to tell him about last night. But if it’s not that, then what else could it be?”

I shrug. “Whenever I organically find out that you’ve been replaced as my assigned physical therapist, I’ll talk to Dr. Davis about it. He won’t make me work with someone I don’t want to work with.”

She nods, half hopeful, but half doubtful.

“Although maybe I shouldn’t,” I add, with a grin. “Because if you’re not my physical therapist then there’s nothing standing in the way of us consummating this relationship. In fact, let’s do it right now before they re- assign you to my treatment.”

I laugh, but she doesn’t think it’s funny.

“Harlow, whenever I first saw Dr. Davis, I had a funny feeling. I don’t know why or what it’s about but I can’t help thinking now that I was right about him from the beginning. Why doesn’t he want me working with you? Why does he disagree with the treatment model?”

“I guess we’ll find out in due time.”

Whitney is definitely one of those perpetually worried types. I’m confident that I can work this out with Dr. Davis.

I shovel some of my entrée down my throat. “So do you want to watch a movie? I can cuddle you and make it all better.”

“Very funny.”

She picks at her eggroll but doesn’t really eat any of it.

“Harlow, I think you should just go.”

“Are you serious?”

I’ve never been rejected by anyone before. And I’ve never even
liked
anyone before, except for her.

I guess this is why I never let myself get close to anyone, except for my pararescue unit. It never ends up being worth it.

“I just think it’s safest to not see each other until we have this all straightened out.”

“Are you serious?”

I pack my food back up and stand up from the table.

“You are not the woman I thought you were.”

“What do you mean?” she asks, as I head toward the door.

You’re not the one for me, after all
, I think.
I guess I was right that there
is
no one for me
.

But I just say, “I guess it makes perfect sense, though. I was blind to who you really are.”

I might as well lay it all out on the line now.

She’s not into me enough anyway, and I’m mad at myself for thinking that it could work out.

“And who is that?” she asks.

“You’re someone who never takes chances, never risks anything. You settle. You wanted to be a doctor but you settled for physical therapist. You wanted true love with a good man but you settled for
Tony
.”

I say his name in disgust, because I really can’t believe she was with him. And now that I think it all through, I’m not sure why
I
wanted to be with her, when this is her MO.

She just stares at me, blinking as if in shock.

“Have a good time excelling at the career that was your back- up plan,” I say, as I reach for the door. “It was nice getting to know you.”

I’m ready to leave, forever, but she grabs my arm. I’m not sure if she’s mad or sad or what.

“It certainly doesn’t sound like it,” she says, her eyes burning an accusatory hole into mine.

“Doesn’t sound like what?”

“Like you thought it was nice getting to know me. You think all these bad things about me. So what was so nice about it?”

“Oh I don’t know,” I say, not wanting to give too much away about how I feel— or, rather, make that
felt
— about her. “Your dedication. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your ass. But I’m not going to go on and on, when we’re over before we could really start.”

It’s so stupid to be pouring my heart out to someone who isn’t interested. I open the door and take one step forward. But then she wraps her arms around me, and kisses me.

I don’t know why I kissed him. I’m never this forward. But he was about to leave, and he was saying such nice things about me. And even the mean things he’d said before were kind of… true.

He returns my kiss and we stumble back inside where he pushes me up against my front door. His tongue plunges relentlessly into my mouth while his cock rises up against my hips.

“You’re right,” I tell him, gasping for air as he continues to kiss me and press himself into me. “I want you. I would be so dumb to not want you. I’ve wanted you since the day first day I saw you.”

He spins me around and nudges me towards the bedroom. His hands trace the length of my spine as he walks behind me, and by the time we reach the entry of my room, he’s lifted the shirt above my head. I take it off and he is quick to unsnap my bra.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I do, my bra falling to the floor as he stares at my breasts. “They look even better than I imagined,” he says, pulling me to him and kissing me again as he presses my breasts together in his hand. “I love your body. It is so beautiful.”

He gets down on his hands and knees and begins to kiss my neck and then my breasts. I feel none of the self- consciousness I’d always felt when I was with Tony, even years after being with him.

With every touch Harlow makes it obvious how much he really does love my body. He puts one of my nipples into his mouth and slowly licks and sucks on it, as he takes my other nipple in his fingers and lightly rubs it.

“Oh my god. Harlow.”

I feel the excitement rising within me as he continues to lick and play with my nipples.

“I’m not officially your patient right now, am I?” he asks, as he looks me up and down.

“No. Unfortunately not.”

“Well good then,” he says, as he stands me up and begins unbuttoning my jeans. “Because then I can do this.”

He removes my jeans— I’m grateful that I was barefoot when he came over— but leaves my panties on. I’m doubly grateful that I’m wearing a thong, and not ugly granny panties. He slowly traces his finger over my panties, lightly teasing me until I moan.

“I want to touch you,” he says, “and then I want to fuck you.”

He presses my ass into his clothed cock while he runs his hands up and down my ass. He peers over my shoulder and says, “My hands look so good on your ass.”

He pulls the strap of my thong to the side and runs his finger along my ass crack. Then he pulls himself away from me and slips his other hand into the front of my panties. Moving a finger along under my thong, he makes his way to the opening of my pussy.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, as he traces my lips with his finger. “I can already feel it.”

He pushes a finger inside of me and I can’t help but moan his name.

“Harlow.”

“That’s right. This is my pussy now.”

He puts another finger inside me and pushes in and out while he rubs my clit with his other hand. My thong is now pulled back and I’m completely exposed to him as his hands do what they want to me.

“I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as if it’s a physical therapy test he’s determined to pass. I have to hand it to him for having such a lofty goal— no one has ever made me come standing up, before. “And then I’m going to lay you down and fuck you.”

He takes off his shirt and I trace my fingers over his well- defined abs. Then he bends down again and takes off my panties. My pussy is exposed to him and he spreads its lips open while he places his own lips on it.

I groan as he licks my clit while fingering my pussy hole. And then he switches his up, placing his tongue in my hole while he fingers my clit. His rhythm feels so good that I grab onto his hair. I feel weak- kneed.

“I don't know if I'm going to be able to stand up much longer,” I whisper, as heat radiates through my body.

“Good, then I’m doing my job correctly,” Harlow says.

After a few last pulses of his tongue and rubbing with his finger, I’ve reached the height of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” I practically shout, hoping my neighbors can’t hear me. “I’m coming. In your mouth.”

“That’s it. Drip your wet pussy juices into my mouth,” he says, lapping up my cum as I let go completely.

I bend my back and feel a million sensations ripple through my body as I finish the longest orgasm of my life.

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” I say, as Harlow picks me up and lays me down on the bed. “Do you need a break?”

“Just a short one,” I say, panting and out of breath. “I don’t have the same level of stamina as you.”

“And so the student becomes the teacher,” he says, and I laugh.

He holds me tight as I look at his sexy body in amazement.

Maybe this could really work
, I think to myself.

But I keep wanting to pinch myself, to make sure I’m not dreaming. Maybe it’s too good to be true. Maybe, like Lance says— and Lance was spot on about Tony— Harlow is just a player, and I’m his latest conquest. Harlow’s right that I could do better than Tony but there’s a reason I’ve always stayed away from guys like Harlow.

I reach my head up and kiss Harlow on the cheek. Too late. I’ve already gotten too close to back out now.