Chapter 10
Nathan hesitated for only a second before glancing at my furious stepfather and realizing that disappearing was his best option. A heartbeat later, the back gate slammed shut, and he was gone.
Now it was just Harrison and me.
He turned on me, his expression dark with rage. "Why?" he demanded, his voice rough. "Why him? Are you toying with me, Scarlett?"
The smug satisfaction drained from my face.
"You think this is some kind of joke?" I shot back, stepping closer, my nakedness forgotten. "Do you really believe I'm doing this just to mess with you?" Another step. "Do you honestly think so little of me, Daddy?" I was inches from him now, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, but I resisted the urge to touch him. The tension between us was thick, electric. I tilted my chin up, meeting his stormy gaze with a defiant look that dared him.
Your move.
He moved.
Harrison’s hands gripped my hips, hauling me against him. I gasped as his hardness pressed against my bare thigh. His mouth crashed into mine, the kiss rough, claiming. There was no tenderness—only raw, possessive need. When his tongue swept into my mouth, I knew he could taste Nathan there, and it only made him hungrier.
By the time he was done with me, I had a feeling no other man would ever cross my mind again.
Harrison walked us backward, guiding me toward one of the lounge chairs. The metal legs scraped against the concrete as he bumped into it, then sat, pulling me down onto his lap.
I wasted no time tugging down his boxers, relieved he hadn’t bothered with more when my alarm had woken him. Freed, his cock sprang up, thick and heavy against his stomach, already glistening with need.
I had to have him inside me. Logic, caution—none of it mattered. Tonight, I was going to take him raw, consequences be damned. The thought of him filling me, marking me, sent a fresh pulse of wetness between my thighs.
Harrison leaned back, dragging me with him until our bodies were flush, skin against skin. I shifted, guiding him to my entrance, the head just barely pressing inside.
Then I sank down, taking every glorious inch of him in one slow, delicious slide.
"Daddy," I moaned, the stretch almost too much. I tried to rise, to ride him the way I knew he wanted, but his hands clamped on my hips, holding me still.
No frantic movements. Just slow, deliberate rolls of our bodies, each grind sending sparks through my veins. Every shift rubbed my clit against him, every clench of my inner muscles drawing a groan from his lips.
My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hard peaks as I writhed above him. The summer heat had nothing on the fire between us.
"Daddy," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Please—"
He kissed me again, softer this time but no less demanding. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, driving me forward until my fingers dug into his shoulders for balance.
My climax hit without warning, a white-hot burst that locked my muscles, my body trembling as I came around him.
Harrison growled, his grip bruising as he followed me over the edge, filling me with his release.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever, still joined, sweat cooling on our skin as we caught our breaths. My head spun—from pleasure, from him, from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.
This hadn’t been a game. I had wanted him, craved him with a desperation that terrified me. And now that I had him, I knew one thing for certain—this wouldn’t be the last time.
Later, I found myself back by the pool, fresh from visiting a friend. I wore a red sundress and strappy heels, my bikini still drying in the bathroom. Barefoot, I stepped outside—only to yelp as strong arms banded around my waist, yanking me against a hard chest.
Something equally hard pressed against my lower back.
Mmm, Daddy.
Harrison pinned me against the side of the house, the porch shadows shielding us from view. His hands roamed freely as his lips traced my throat. "I can't get you out of my head, Scarlett," he murmured, his breath hot on my skin. "You're all I think about. This is all I think about."
His fingers slid beneath my dress, finding my lace panties already soaked.
"So wet already," he growled. "I could take you right here, couldn't I?"