“Guess I marked you again,” he said with an amused grin as I turned to sink down onto the sofa.
“Yes, you did,” I replied.
Grant’s eyes ran over my body. Then he picked up his shirt and threw it at me. “I can’t look at you like that or we’ll be going at it again in about five minutes.”
I loved knowing he wanted me that much. I tugged his shirt down over me then pulled my legs up under me.
“If you were trying to distract me, you did a wonderful job,” I told him.
“Good. Glad I distracted you, but baby, sex with you is never about anything but the fact that I love being inside you.”
I liked that. It made me feel as if he needed me as much as I needed him.
“I would say let’s take a shower, but I like knowing you smell like me and sex. It makes me feel like a f**king caveman. If I start beating on my chest, just ignore me.” He winked and pulled his jeans up, leaving them unsnapped and showing off his sexy stomach, then sat down beside me.
“Remind me to send those stupid f**kers a thank-you note for giving me a reason to lock you up and keep you in my shirt.”
I laughed and leaned against him. This was right. Everything about Grant felt right. Maybe God had made him for me. There had to be someone out there who wanted me, even if I was broken. Surely God hadn’t meant for me to live my life alone.
Grant
Harlow sat curled up in my arms with her hands in my hair, playing with it. I had considered cutting it because I’d kept it long for a while. But the way she ran her fingers through it made me decide I would keep it like this. She obviously liked it.
I wasn’t sure why I’d decided to play rough with her earlier, but I’d wanted to. She always seemed so fragile, and I treated her like something precious and cherished. Because she was. I had wanted to see how far she’d go, though. I had pushed and waited for her to balk, and I would’ve quit. She hadn’t. Sexy little ass stuck up in the air, and she’d been squirming for more. Fuck, that was hot.
I hadn’t checked outside lately. Rush had called and asked if they were here yet, and I told him they were. He said they had some paparazzi camped out at his place, too. I knew I couldn’t keep using sex as a way to distract Harlow. I was going to have to go out there and face those nosey shits soon.
“I think I need to go out there and talk to them,” Harlow said as she wrapped my hair around her fingers.
“No,” I replied, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t see her eyes if she decided to beg.
“They won’t go away until they talk to me,” Harlow told me.
“Good, because if you keep playing with my hair, I’m flipping you over and going for round two,” I warned.
Harlow tugged at my hair. “Grant. You can’t use sex to keep me under control.”
I smirked. “Yes, baby, I can,” I replied.
A small giggle only made me smile bigger. I peeked at her through half-closed eyes. She was looking at the door with her bottom lip between her teeth. She was thinking hard about something. I wished I could read her mind. I hated not knowing what she was thinking. I was always scared that she might be planning to leave me.
“Dad said this won’t go away until they have their story. I should just answer their questions. Maybe they’ll leave him alone if I do. He has Emily to worry about.”
She wasn’t referring to Emily as her mother. I didn’t understand that but I figured it was like finding out you were adopted. That biological parent didn’t raise you. Emily wasn’t a part of Harlow’s life. Just hearing that she was alive didn’t make Emily Harlow’s mom.
Hell, I knew my mom and didn’t even call her Mom.
“His problem, not yours,” I said.
“Dad will do something stupid if he feels like she’s being threatened in any way.”
Her dad was Kiro Manning. He made it his life goal to do stupid shit. Did she not watch the news?
“Not your problem,” I repeated.
“Yes, it is. He spent his life protecting her and me.”
I didn’t see it the same way. I felt as if Kiro had protected Emily because he didn’t want the world to know he had a weakness. I didn’t believe he was protecting Harlow. He just didn’t have time for a kid. He saw Harlow’s grandmother as a perfect solution and ditched her onto the woman. Granted, it turned out better for Harlow; but it was because she was lucky to have such a good grandmother—not because of anything Kiro did. The dude was a selfish dick. He ignored Nan her entire life. And then there was Mase. The dude didn’t give a shit about his dad. That said a lot.