Un-Shattering Lucy (The Lucy & Harris Novella Series) (Volume 4) (7 page)

She let out a small sigh and I lifted my head to find her already asleep. Shaking my head, I lay back down and tightened my arms around her. “I love you so fucking much,” I whispered into her hair. “I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us, I swear.”

Chapter 7

Lucy

Bright morning light was shining right in my eyes. Groaning, because even with my eyes closed it felt like the light was a freaking laser beam trying to dissect my brain, I shifted away from the agony inducer. Arms that I hadn’t realized were wrapped around me tightened and pulled me into a hard, hot body.

Oh, shit.

Where the fuck was I and what the hell did I do last night?

Slowly, so as not to incur more pain than necessary, I first cracked one eye and then the other open just enough to see what—or rather who—I’d done the night before. As soon as I saw the dark stubble darkening his jaw I clenched my eyes shut again.

No. No. No.

It was a dream. That was all this was. A really bad, very painful dream.

I opened my eyes again, this time a little wider and saw that the image in front of me hadn’t changed. Harris let out a small sigh in his sleep as he shifted, pulling me up against him to the point that a sheet of paper couldn’t have slid between us. I lifted my hands, made sure my bracelet was still covering the ink on my left wrist and then pressed them against his chest.

His bare chest.

Oh gods. Did we have sex last night?

I couldn’t remember past throwing up all over Harris’s shoes. The rest was a very dark blank in my throbbing head. I should probably never drink again. I wasn’t good at it, which was made blaringly obvious by waking up in bed with a guy who didn’t want me.

While my hands pressed into Harris’s chest, I tried to take stock of my body. If we’d had sex, then my body would be feeling it this morning. Right? My head felt like it was going to explode through my eyeballs, and my stomach had seen better days, but other than that I didn’t hurt anywhere else. Well, anywhere that counted.

Letting out a relieved breath I tried to push out of Harris’s hold, only for him to move closer. How the hell was that even possible? His leg spread over my own without much difficulty, his hair-roughened thigh pressing right against my suddenly drenched panties. My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from moaning at the exquisite, nearly blinding pleasure that small contact created deep inside of me.

“Mm,” Harris groaned, his eyes opening to half-mast. “Hey, sweetness.” His head started to shift on the pillow and before I could comprehend that he was going to kiss me, his lips were already skimming over my own.

I wanted to push him away. Wanted to jump up and run, to put as much distance as I possibly could between the two of us. Other parts of my body were vetoing that option, however, as I gave in and kissed him back.

His taste exploded on my tongue, and I realized I’d forgotten how good of a kisser he was. I’d forgotten that he’d taught me
how
to kiss. I’d fucking forgotten that he could make me lose all sense for time or reason with just the barest touch of his mouth to my own. I’d forgotten, but he was quickly reminding me of everything.

Harris skimmed his tongue over my bottom lip, soothing the small wound I’d caused when I’d bitten it earlier. Without thinking, my hands moved from his chest to wrap around his neck, my fingers thrusting into his hair to hold him in place as I kissed him back, demanding he give me everything he had to offer.

A growl left him and he pulled back, only to shift us so that I was on my back and he was right between my legs. Through his boxers I could feel exactly how into the kiss he was and my panties only grew wetter as he pressed down in exactly the right spot to make me see stars. My hold on his hair tightened and I pulled him back down for another kiss that stole both our breath.

Big, hot hands weren’t idle. They skimmed down my sides until they reached the end of my shirt—his shirt. When had he put his shirt on me? The answer didn’t matter when his hands caressed up underneath it, scalding the skin on my stomach until he found my bra. I was mindless, so lost in the kiss that a bomb could have gone off outside and I wouldn’t have noticed. My aching head didn’t even register as he unsnapped my bra and then filled his hands with my aching breasts.

“Yes,” he groaned as he trailed kisses from my lips, down my jaw and to the collar of his shirt. “Fuck, yes.” His voice was almost animalistic as he released me to jerk the shirt open.

I didn’t try to stop him but didn’t move to help either, too afraid I’d get in his way when he was doing such a good job anyway. When the shirt was open, minus a few buttons that had gone flying across the room, he stopped. Stopped moving, stopped breathing. His aquamarine eyes ate up the sight of my exposed flesh, making me proud of my many assets in a way I’d never been before.

Then his dark head was lowering, his scruff rubbing over my sensitive flesh, making gooseflesh pop up all over my body before his lips even touched the globe of my left breast. I cried out as his lips caught my nipple and sucked on it long and hard. “Harris…” I moaned his name as he caught my other breast and massaged it roughly. My hips moved, seeming to have a will of their own, arching up against him in a desperate act to find the release that was building deep inside at the speed of a runaway train.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He switched breasts so that my right nipple was now in his mouth and he was massaging my left.

“P-please,” I whispered, trying to find the right pressure to make the ache between my legs go away.

His head lifted and he stared down at me with desire-glazed eyes for a long moment before capturing my lips in a long, hard kiss. His hands moved from my breasts lower until he reached the top of my panties. “I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he breathed when he broke the kiss.

“Me too,” I confessed, too lost in the moment to care what I was saying. “Please, Harris. I need you.”

“You have me, sweetness. I’m right here.” He started to move so he could pull my panties off, but before he could get far he made a growling noise in the back of his throat and tore the sides away. In the next moment cool air hit my overheated pussy. It was such a shock to my burning body that I couldn’t contain the small gasp of pleasure.

Harris left me then. He kissed his way down my stomach and over my thighs. I felt his thumbs rubbing little circles on the inside of each one as he urged me to part my legs farther for him. There was no time to be nervous or scared. That just wasn’t possible with Harris. His mouth kissed the inside of my left thigh, then the right and with my next inhale he was tonguing my pussy.

My hands reached out, needing something to hold on to. There was nothing but covers and I grabbed hold, twisting them in my fists as I came all over his tongue.

“That’s it, sweetness. Give me all that honey.”

I could only pant his name, my entire body shaking with the reaction from the intensity of my first orgasm since January. There was no time to come down from the high of my release. Harris was already working me back toward another one with his fingers as he teased my opening. I whimpered when he thrust a little deeper with his middle finger, enjoying the invasion.

“I can’t hold back, Lucy.” His face was tense, his body radiating with his need for me.

Seeing the desire in his eyes, the way his entire body seemed to bow toward my own, was empowering. I didn’t think about what I was doing, didn’t stop to question anything that was happening right in that moment. I reached for him through his boxers with one hand while I started pushing the material off his hips with the other.

He was bigger than I remembered, my hand barely able to wrap around his thick shaft. I could already feel the dampness from his pre-cum even before I got his boxers off. Harris helped me get them over his engorged flesh and then kicked them the rest of the way off. Groaning, he lowered himself until he could kiss me again, his hand covering my own over his flesh as I stroked him.

“P-please,” I whimpered against his lips. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” he muttered and moved my hand away. I felt him position himself at my opening, and I spread my legs wider in welcome as he started to push into me.

Nothing could ever compare to how good it felt to have Harris inside of me. To feel him stretching the delicate tissue hidden deep inside, to know that he was the only man to ever touch me, to ever make me feel like this, was mind blowing. His hips shifted, slowly rocking back and forth, giving me a little bit more of himself at a time. I wanted it all, wanted him to be a part of me. Now.

My legs wrapped around his waist and he swallowed a vicious curse as I forced him inside of me completely.

The slice of pain as his thickness tore through my hymen had me gasping for breath. He went completely still over me, his breathing coming in choppy pants as he tried to give me the time I needed to adjust to being invaded by him.

Pushing up on his elbows, he lifted his head so he could look down at me. “You okay, sweetness?”

“Y-yes,” I said with a nod. “I’m good now. Just…just go slow.”

He gave a single nod, his jaw clenched as he started to pull back. I gasped as the friction of his body slid over distressed tissue, but when he thrust back into me there was no pain, only a new tenderness that left me all that more attuned to how good he felt inside of me. Harris took his time for a few more minutes, making sure that I was okay and enjoying it before he increased his pace.

I arched my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pleasure started to build to blinding proportions once again. There wasn’t a single thought in my head but coming again. I reached out for him, my nails slicing unknowingly into his back as his hips pumped into me over and over again.

“Oh, God. This is better than I could have dreamed, sweetness. You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight and so wet for me.” He couldn’t seem to stop himself as he increased his pace, but I was happy to oblige him. “Fucking hell, Lu. I’m close.”

His words shot me over the edge I’d been on and over the cliff into paradise. I felt Harris stiffen above me, heard him shout my name, then there was nothing but sweet oblivion.

Harris

My heart rate was slowly returning to normal, my breathing finally regulating until I could take a lungful. My body was still shaking from the intensity of a release from an ache that had been building from the day I’d first realized I was in love with Lucy Thornton.

Fucking hell.

My head shot up as everything slowly came back to me and I realized how badly I’d just fucked up. This shouldn’t have happened. Not like this. Lucy deserved so much more, so much better. A quick fuck when she probably had the mother of all hangovers was not how I’d ever planned on our first time happening. Before my life had gone to hell in Tessa’s hand basket, I’d had plans for us. A night out followed by flowers and the kind of slow lovemaking that romance books were made of. I’d wanted to show her with my body how much she meant to me.

What had I done instead? Jumped on her like a stag in rut. Taken her virginity when I wasn’t even sure if it was still mine to take. I hadn’t prepared her enough, hadn’t given her small body time to adjust to my large size. I’d probably hurt her.

“Are you okay?” I was able to get out in a choked voice.

Her eyes slowly blinked open and she smiled up at me.

For about a second.

Then those dark eyes that had been so full of a happiness I hadn’t seen in them in too fucking long turned stormy before her lashes lowered, hiding her emotions from me. It felt like a slap in the face but nothing I didn’t deserve. I’d seriously fucked up. “I’m fine,” she muttered, pushing her soft hands against my sweat dampened chest.

I moved willingly, wanting to give her the space she needed. I might have fucked up, but I was going to fix this. I had to fix it. Lucy was too much a part of me not to at least fight for us this time around.

She sat up in bed and started to get up. The quick inhale she took told me she was in pain before she even dropped back down on the edge of the bed. “Is this Kin’s room?” she muttered.

I wasn’t sure if she was actually asking me or talking to herself, but I answered her anyway. “Yeah. I wanted you to be closer to the bathroom in case you got sick again.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, good gods. I’m never drinking again.”

I reached out, rubbed my hand over her back. Her head shot around and I quickly dropped my hand. She was naked and that small touch was already affecting my body in a very obvious way. The look on her face, however, told me that she wasn’t in the mood. Not that I would have taken her a second time. She was hurting and it wasn’t just from the hangover either.

The red spot on the sheets where Lucy had been lying just moments before was screaming at me loud and clear that I’d caused her physical pain. Fucking hell. I would have given anything not to have hurt her, but at the same time I was glad to be the one to have taken her virginity. Maybe it wasn’t mine to take, but I had and I would hold on to that for the rest of my life.

Slower this time, Lucy stood, taking one of the sheets with her to wrap around her enticing little body as she did. Good. Now temptation was covered up. Her head turned left and right as if she was looking for something. When her gaze landed on the bedside clock, her face paled. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m dead. Aunt Emmie is going to blow a gasket.”

I took a look at the clock, saw that it was after one in the afternoon and groaned. I needed to get to work, but Lucy was more important. I couldn’t leave her unless I knew she was going to be okay. And that she would see me again.

“Can I take you home?” I was already reaching for my boxers, making sure my dick was out of sight before I ended up making another mistake with it.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” she grumbled as she headed for the bathroom.

Fuck.

“Can I call you later?”

She stopped at the door to the bathroom and paused for a long moment, thinking of her answer. Then she shook her head. “Please…just don’t, Harris. I—I can’t.” Her voice broke and I took a step toward her but she spun around to glare at me. “I can’t do this with you. I’m not strong enough to handle being broken all over again. What just happened was a mistake, but I don’t regret it. Not really. Maybe it’s the closure we both need. I don’t know, but what I do know is that I won’t survive you again.”