Chapter 7

Fiona

Ifeel like I'm on a first date as I watch Harris walking over with two drinks. He's wearing jeans and the same white button-up shirt, but it's untucked and the sleeves are rolled up his thick tattooed forearms. He's looking so good.

"Thank you," I say as he hands me the drink. "What is it?"

"A Manhattan," he says as he sits in the chair beside me. "Ever have one?"

"Can't say that I have," I answer before taking a sip. "It's delicious, thank you."

We smile at each other and then I turn to the spectacular view of the city with the millions of lights sprawled out in front of us. I wonder if there's a light out there with a new couple behind it looking back at us. I wonder if they'll work things out or go on their separate ways.

"Lucas is adorable," Harris says as he smiles to himself. "You did a good job, Fiona."

"Harris, I…" I have so much I want to tell him. I just don't have the words. "I wanted to tell you so many times, really I did. I was just so scared."

"Of what?"

"That you would take him away from me."

I feel tears flood my eyes as he looks at me. "I would never do that," he whispers. "A child needs his mother. But I understand why you'd be concerned."

"You do?"

He nods. "I would have been afraid too."

"I think I let my parents get in my ear too much," I tell him. "They had me frightened of a long custody battle. I knew I wouldn't have been able to compete with a multi-millionaire's team of lawyers."

"You can put all of those fears to rest," he says softly as he takes my hand. "Lucas belongs by your side. I can't imagine how hard it's been for you. You did the best you could and you did incredible, Fiona. He's amazing. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," I say, taking a breath of relief. I was so worried. Even today, I was worried. Lucas is my world. I can't bear to lose him.

"But," he says and my stomach sinks, "a son also belongs by his father's side."

I swallow hard as I look at him. "What do you have in mind?"

Does he want him for the summers, or the weekends, or god forbid, half of the time? I'm starting to realize that Lucas will need his father more and more as he grows older. He will need a proper male role model as he becomes a teenager and then a young man. I would hate to lose him even for a day, but if it's for his benefit, I'll let him go.

"What do I have in mind?" he asks as he takes a sip of his drink. "You seriously want to know?"

"I do," I say, starting to get nervous. "I can tell that tonight was the best night of Lucas' life. But he's a sensitive soul and I don't want his heart to get crushed. I know his hopes are up now. I'm worried about what the future holds for us. Are you still going to be interested in him next week or next month when the excitement has worn down and he's crying over not being allowed to watch TV?"

I know I'm throwing a lot at him right now, especially for a second date, but when you're a single mother, you don't have a lot of time to mess around. You have to cut to the chase and lay all of your cards on the table.

"I'll be honest," he says as he looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes. "I want to marry you. I want to be a family."

My mouth drops as I stare at him in shock. I wasn't expecting that.

"You want to marry me?" I blurt out.

My heart soars for a brief moment, but then it comes crashing down when I realize that it's not really me that he wants. It's Lucas. I'm just a consolation prize that comes along with his son.

I drop my eyes. "You don't have to do this. I know you're just saying that for Lucas."

He slides onto his knees in front of me and takes my hand. I force my eyes to look at him. The certainty in his eyes hits me right in the gut.

"No," he says in a firm tone. "I wanted to marry you before tonight."

I raise my eyebrows as I watch him skeptically.

"I never got over you," he says with a fierceness in his tone. "That night was it for me. It changed everything. I had fallen hard for you and was crushed when you disappeared."

He was crushed? Over me?

"I spent months searching for you," he says as I sit here stunned. "I've been thinking of you ever since."

"You have?" I want to believe him, it just seems too good to be true. He could have anyone he wants, so I don't get why he would pick some random woman from Kansas City.

"I had never connected with anyone like I connected with you," he says as he grips my hands. "I know how special something like that is. That's why I haven't been with anyone since."

"You… haven't?"

I'm stunned as I watch him shaking his head.

"Like I said," he whispers as he postures up on his knees, his lips so close to mine. "It wasn't over for me. It's still not over."

I swallow hard as he gazes into my eyes. It wasn't over for me either. I've been thinking about him ever since.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks with his hot breath washing over my lips.

I can't even speak, so I just nod my head.

He cups my cheek and comes forward, pressing his lips to mine. I moan with desire as I open my mouth and feel his tongue.

Oh, I've missed this…

Mmmmmm….

I love kissing this man.

Harris moans into my mouth as his hand slides onto my hip.

"Fiona," he whispers between kisses.

I'm breathless as I answer. "Yes?"

"Is there anyone else?"

He slowly pulls away and looks into my eyes. I just want his mouth back on mine. I want to continue tasting him.

"No," I say as my eyes drop to his mouth. "It's only ever been you."

His hand tightens on my hip and he lets out a little possessive growl as his eyes drop to my mouth. He pulls me forward and kisses me again, this time with an intensity that has my heart pounding.

My body comes alive. It's felt so dormant all these years. Being surrounded by kids and toys and cartoons and kiddie songs… The sexual part of me shut down. It went into hibernation.

But the incredible feeling of Harris' strong hands on my body is waking everything up. It's coming back online. My lustful side is now firing on all cylinders.

I grab the back of his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as I wonder if he's hard down there.

That big beautiful dick comes penetrating into my mind as I remember the last time we were together. I remember being so in awe when I saw it. How I couldn't believe how big it was, how hard it was, how good it felt to hold and taste.

And the feeling of it sliding into my throbbing pussy… I shiver at the thought.

"You're so fucking hot," he growls as he starts kissing my neck. I drop my head back and groan as I focus on his soft wet lips running along my neck and collarbone.

I'm so turned on. My nipples are aching, they're so hard. My pussy is on fire. I'm already soaked and getting wetter by the second.

I need this man naked. I need to see his tattooed chest and rock hard cock. They've been haunting my dreams and penetrating my mind on those late lonely nights when I can't sleep. I need to see them in person again. I need to feel them under my fingertips.

"Oh, Fiona," he groans as I start unbuttoning his crisp white shirt.

With every button undone, my pussy gets needier and more desperate.

I flick open the last button and then slide my hands onto his strong shoulders, pulling his shirt off. I leave it bunched up on his arms as I turn to his sexy chest with a gasp.

"That's my girl," he whispers in a deep throaty voice as I run my hands over his hard chest and shredded abs. He pulls his shirt off the rest of the way and tosses it onto his chair.

I slide my lustful eyes down his shirtless body and suck in a breath when I see the long hard shape of his erection. It's pushing out against his jeans and the powerful sight of it makes my mouth water.

"See something you like, baby?" he asks with a grin.

My eyes pop up to his and I swallow hard.

That sexy grin is still on his face as he leans forward and kisses me.

"Come," he says as he takes my hand and stands up.

It's like my body is under his spell. It stands up and follows him to the bed.

He stops at the side of the huge bed and puts his hands back on me, only this time, he starts to undress me.

I'm breathing so heavily as I feel his strong hands pulling off my favorite blazer. Air tingles on my bare arms as he tosses my jacket onto the chair and then reaches for the bottom of my white camisole.

It feels like my body was made for him. Why else would this feel so right? So perfect? We were made for each other. I'm sure of it now.

I lift my arms and he pulls my top off, leaving me in nothing but my jeans and a lacy bra.

My hair is a mess, but he's looking at me like I've never looked so good.

"I can't believe I lived without you for so long," he says as his hungry eyes roam up and down my body. "I don't know how I did it, but it's not going to happen again. You're mine, Fiona. You're my girl now."

"I've always been your girl," I whisper as I step forward, putting my palm on his chest and gently pushing him onto the bed.

He sits on the mattress in front of me.

My eyes are already back on his package as I drop to my knees and reach for his belt.

"Fuck," he grumbles under his breath as he leans back and watches me with hungry wolfish eyes.

I graze his hard cock with my arm as I pull out his leather belt. He lets out a deep masculine groan and his cock lurches in his jeans.

My heart is pounding as I open his zipper and then tug his jeans down his hips. That big beautiful cock springs up in front of my face and I let out a little gasp of surprise when I see it.

I can't take my heated eyes off it as I pull his jeans all the way off and then slip off his socks, one at a time. I want this man completely naked.

"Take your bra off first," he commands in a growly voice. "I want to see your tits bouncing while you suck me off."

I swallow hard as I reach behind my back, unclasp my bra, and pull it off. I thought I'd be more shy to show him my bare chest, but with the hungry look in his dark eyes and the overwhelming amount of lust and arousal coursing through my body, I just don't care. I want him to see me exactly how I am.

"You're stunning, baby," he whispers as he gets an eyeful of my breasts. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

He knows just what to say.

I lick my lips and go straight for his cock. My body is humming with excitement as I wrap my hand around the base of his thick hard shaft and drag my eyes up his length.

Harris has a beautiful cock. I'm more than fine going through my whole life only experiencing this dick. I can't imagine a better one.

My mouth waters as I watch a bead of pre-cum emerging out of the tiny slit at the top.

"Look at what you're doing to me," he says in a husky tone. "Slide that sexy little tongue on my head and clean your man up."

He leans back—planting both of his palms on the bed—as I lean forward while opening my mouth. My breasts press against his legs as I take him in, forcing his thick stiff cock into my mouth as far as it will go.

"Fuck," he whispers, his breath shallow as he watches me.

My eyes water and I'm forced to pull him out. I stroke his solid dick as I look up at him through watery eyes.

He's looking down at me like I'm all his. Like he owns me.

There's heated possession simmering in those sexy brown eyes.

He took my virginity and now I'm his forever.

I take a deep breath and then put his rock hard cock back into my eager mouth.

This time, I take it slower, wrapping my lips tightly around his shaft as I slide my mouth up and down his length.

I moan at the sensual taste of his pre-cum sliding along my tongue. We didn't do this the last time we were together. It's the first time I've had a man in my mouth and I'm loving it.

His grunts get deeper as I suck him harder, sliding my tongue along his concrete shaft.

"Yes," he growls as he sits up and sinks his hands into my hair. "Just like that, baby."

I squeeze his base with my hand and suck his cock until I feel his hands tightening into fists. His muscular chest heaves up and down as he fights back the carnal grunts and growls trying to make their way out of his mouth.

Harris grits his teeth, throws his head back, and cums in my mouth. I moan hungrily as I feel his cock suddenly pulsing against my tongue. A load of hot cum surges into my mouth and I swallow it down as my pussy throbs.

I'm craving his touch down there. It's all I can think about.

I suck him dry and then start to stroke his shaft until he pulls away from me, no longer able to handle the sensitivity of my touch.

"You're amazing," he whispers as he looks at me with those lustful brown eyes. "Come here."

I wipe my wet lips, stand up, and go to him.

He sits back up and cups my breasts with his big hands. My eyes close with pleasure as he puts his mouth on my tingling nipples, licking and sucking them one at a time.

"Oh, Harris," I moan as I slide my hands into his thick hair. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you so fucking much," he says as he slides his hands over my hips and grips my ass.

I look down at his cock and am shocked to find it still hard as a rock. It's standing straight up between us, ready to go.

My pussy aches as I stare at it. I want to feel him stretching me out. I want that amazing feeling of being consumed by him.

He flicks open the button on my jeans and pulls down my zipper.

I suck in a breath when I feel those strong hands sliding into my jeans. He dips his fingertips into my panties and pulls everything down.

As soon as my jeans and underwear drop past my knees, he suddenly picks me up and places me on the bed.

I'm on my back, staring up at him with my breath caught in my throat, wondering what he's going to do next.

Those big hands grab my jeans and he yanks everything off. I'm now as naked as him.

He's towering over me, looking so fucking hot.

A whimper escapes my throat as he grabs my legs and opens them.

"Oh," I gasp as he kneels down with a hunger in his sexy brown eyes.

Before I can say another word, he puts his mouth on me and everything turns to bliss.