but then I hear the click of another bullet being released followed by Harley’s grunt of frustration.
“How are you doing this?” he whines. “I knew you were, like, a badass extraordinaire, but I didn’t know you were a ninja.”
“Just bringing you some normal, babe,” I call out.
“Ah, there you are.” His footsteps are faster now. Louder.
He’s running down the stairs and will get to me any minute.
I quickly turn the corner and shoot, but not before Harley gets his own shot off. I dive and then scramble behind an armchair.
“Can’t run, Brix.” A bullet hits the cushion in front of me, and I laugh.
I think the bullet must’ve come from Harley until he says, “Wait … what?”
“Hi,” Jamie says.
“You’re on his side?” he exclaims.
“He made me do it. I swear!”
“She’s lying. She jumped at the chance,” I call out.
Next thing I know, we’re in a three-way shoot-out, and I go down in a blaze of plastic bullets.
When Harley runs out, he tackles me and pins me to the rug.
I pretend to struggle against him, as if I couldn’t easily overpower him, which makes him grin triumphantly.
“Don’t get too cocky.” I dig my fingers into his ribs.
“Oh shit, no.” He twitches.
I roll us over so I’m on top, which turns into a wrestling match to the point we both end up with carpet burns everywhere.
It only stops when Jamie clears her throat. “Are you two done yet?”
She’s now standing above us, a toy gun in each hand.
When I look around, I realize she’s kicked away our weapons while we were distracted.
Harley and I throw our hands up.
“You wouldn’t,” Harley says.
He gets shot first.
“Hey—”
He gets shot again. Every time he tries to speak, she shoots a foam bullet at him.
Jamie laughs. “You’re right, Brix. Harley needed this to forget about the stupid letter.”
I make a slashing motion at my neck, but it’s too late.
Harley’s face falls.
Jamie realizes what she’s done. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”
Harley shrugs and gets to his feet. “All good. For a while there, I did forget, and it was nice.”
Well, it was good while it lasted.
Harley heads toward the stairs to go back up to his room.
I stand and chase after him.
Not even caring if Jamie’s still watching, I catch up to him and pull him into my arms. I lower my head and kiss him, making a silent vow to give him as much of a distraction from this bullshit as I can for as long as I can.
Any way I can.
“I know other ways to make you forget.” I waggle my eyebrows.
Harley smiles. “I might need that distraction every day. All day.”
“I’m prepared to make that sacrifice as long as you need me to.”
“On that note,” Jamie says, “I’ll leave you boys to it.”
Harley and I scramble to run up the stairs to his bedroom.
After a few weeks, my ass is a little tender from what I’m calling Operation Distract Harley, but that doesn’t stop me from checking the time and reaching for his morning wood pressed against my side.
“You’ve got twenty minutes to fuck me again before Iris will be here.”
I’ve been trying to keep Harley in his normal routines and play down his intruder-slash-now-potential-stalker situation.
It’s been working and has kept his head where it should be—on anything but Billy Webber.
Trav has been following him, and while he’s saying the guy isn’t a threat, I want to give it a bit more time before pulling our guys off his tail.
According to Trav and the guys at Mike Bravo, Billy is a boring human being who hasn’t even googled Harley in recent weeks let alone shown escalating stalker tendencies, but it eases my mind knowing we have eyes on him.
And maybe that’s overkill. Maybe this is why it’s a bad idea for me to be sleeping with Harley while working for him. But I’ve never wanted to protect anyone or anything more.
Meanwhile, I get to wake up next to Harley every morning. I get to distract him with my mouth and my body, and he has no reservations about taking the distraction.
He knows how to get me begging for him, and any hesitation about being able to overpower me went out the window the first time he fucked me.
Harley’s becoming an expert at pushing my limits, and I’m loving this newfound sense of loss of control. He reaches for the lube and preps my already used hole from a few hours ago.
“You want this?” Harley says with a smirk on his lips.