The Fast Lane

Chapter 17

I was wide-awake all the way back to Tampa.  My heart was racing the whole time too.  We listened to music to try and calm down, but both Harry and I were pretty tense.  Harry was just better about it than I was.  I held in my hand pieces of all of the pictures of my mother, and I gently paired each half, lined them up, and taped them back together.

We only stopped when one of us was about to have an accident in our pants or if we were running on fumes of gas.  Harry also stayed a consistent 30mph over the speed limit no matter where we were.  It was like he was immune to the law as long as he was in the fast lane.  I always seemed to get caught by someone for speeding when I was by myself, especially when I was in Georgia, but I didn’t see a single police the whole way back to Tampa.

It was late when we got home but I wasn’t tired.  I just felt stressed.  I looked over at Harry as we stood in the elevator on the way up from the parking garage.  It could have just been the light, but Harry looked stressed too.  He noticed me looking at him and quickly kissed me on the cheek and smiled weakly.  “Hey there beautiful.”

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his warm lips.  “Hey there handsome.”

He grabbed my bag and his as we climbed out of the elevator.   I reached in his pocket for him and grabbed the keys to unlock the door. 

As soon as we got in the apartment, which to our relief was still intact, I stopped.

“Aww, fuck me.  I forgot my slurpee in the car.”

Harry put our bags down in the middle of the floor and turned to face me.

“What did you say?”  He raised an eyebrow and his dark green eyes suddenly lit up.

I stretched my arms above my head.  “I’m sorry, I forgot my slurpee-“

“No, no.  Before that.”

I thought for a minute.  “Fuck me?” 

Harry grinned.  “As you wish!”   He threw me over his shoulder and ran to the bedroom, throwing off his shoes as he ran down the hall.  He pulled mine off while I was still over his shoulder.  I laughed as I bounced up and down on his shoulder and as he threw me onto the silver silky sheets of the round bed.

He ripped my shirt off and began to run his hands over my bare skin, tickling my stomach and my sides.  He paused to take his own shirt off and I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my ankle and yanked me back to him.  He straddled my waist as one of his large hands tickled my sides again and with the other, he unbuttoned my pants and started to slide them off.  I snorted as he grabbed my knee and squeezed it over and over and I tried to kick him off of me.

When he stopped to pull his own pants off, I ran out into the hallway and hid behind the bar.  I heard Harry tiptoe down the hallway and look around.   I peeked out from around the bar and saw Harry’s bare legs sneaking around the couch.  I giggled quietly and then made a dash for Harry’s room.  I shrieked when he saw me and ran faster. 

I slammed the door on him and ran into the bathroom, leaving the light off.  Harry opened the door and crept into his room.  “Love, why would you ask for sex if you were going to run from it?” He asked playfully as he looked around in the closet and under the bed.  I snickered a little too loudly.  He froze and looked over to the bathroom.

I held my breath as I watched his long shadow slide along the floor toward the bathroom.  I ducked behind the door, and as soon as Harry was away from the door and by the shower, I ran out and jumped on the bed, flipping around to watch as I expected Harry to pounce on me – but he didn’t.

“Harry?”  I asked, looking into the dark bathroom.  Finally, I saw him emerge from the blackness.  He was gripping his bare chest.  He leaned against the doorframe weakly.