Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 69: Banana Pancakes and Angry Thor

A/N: In this story, 'Home' does not exist but the song that Harry writes is to the melody of it...so imagine that when he sings...just go with it okay? xo

Beth's POV

"As much as I love these, and I truly do," I say as I keep looking at his shorts, "they really do need to come off."

"Well only if you're sure love," Harry says, raising an eyebrow at my request.

I take a couple of steps back and stand up, the water level sitting at my navel as I remove my singlet over my head and throw it aside.

The cool night air touches my skin and I can feel goose bumps forming on my skin as my nipples tighten and harden under Harry's gaze as he watches me.

Though my skin is cold, I feel anything but.

I let my hand trail up my stomach and my fingers run over my breast before I gently bite the end of my finger while holding Harry's gaze.

"Well if you don't want to..." I trail off, gazing at his shorts again before taking another step backwards.

The smirk falls from Harry's face and he reaches out for me, pulling me flush against his body.

"Oh I do baby," he says before nipping at my bottom lip, "of course I do."

"Well then," I reply, letting my hands trail down his chest and onto his hips.

Harry looks down to where my hands are and I feel his stomach muscles tighten as I pull at the string on his shorts.

I can hear Harry inhale sharply as I run my fingertips along the waistband and he lowers his head and his lips touch my temple.

"Please don't tease me," he whispers and reaches up to cup my breast in his hand, his thumb pressing on my nipple while the other reaches behind my neck, holding me in place as he kisses me.

As the kiss becomes deeper, both of Harry's hands are now at the back of my head, handfuls of my hair in them as he pulls back roughly, his mouth moving down to my neck.

My hands push his shorts down to his thighs and he let's go of me to pull them off completely.

Once he's completely naked, I push him back to the wall of the spa.

"Sit up here," I tell him as I pat the edge of it.

He doesn't question me and sits himself up on it, watching me with curiosity.

I place my hands on his knees and push them apart so I can kneel on the seat between them. Without breaking eye contact, I lower my head and let the tip of my tongue slowly move around the head of his cock.

Harry's eyes flutter closed as he bites his bottom lip.

I decide I'm not in a teasing mood however so I take him straight into my mouth.

"Beth..." he sighs and his eyes fly open as he looks down at me.

I move my head up and down quickly, my hand around the bottom of shaft.

I wish I could be one of those girls with no gag reflex but unfortunately I am not blessed in that department.

My other hand moves up along his thigh and in between his legs, cupping his balls before I gently massage them.

I feel Harry move his hips as he holds onto the edge of the spa and lets his head fall back, a groan coming out of his mouth as he does so.

I can feel he wants more.

I pull off him and stand up, grabbing him by the arms to follow me before switching places with him so I'm now sitting in the water and he's standing between my legs.