Harry drove recklessly on the way home. Every so often I’d see him rub his hand over his clothed crotch and I’d hear him suck air between his teeth. The vibrations from the engine relieved some pressure, but when Harry noticed I was pushing my own centre into the leather seats he quickly grabbed a hold of my arm and wrenched me upright. I don’t know what was coming over me, but I was hardly in control of it and all I wanted was Harry.
When we got back to the house, Harry’s mind was so foggy he couldn’t remember the code to his gate, but finally got it after five tries. We’d only made it to the front door when my legs were wrapped around his waist and he slammed my back into the solid wood. My lips were on fire, I could feel them chapping in the cold already but it felt brilliant knowing it was Harry who was the cause of all the markings left to my flesh. “Harry-,”
The door opened and Harry and I went stumbling in. Tom and Fox both stood wide-eyed, guns drawn. Clearly they’d thought the thumping on the door was cause for concern, but it wasn’t and I could feel the growl in Harry’s pit muster. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as his arms tightened around my waist and his hands around my ass. Harry incoherently cursed the pair out, meanwhile I was still wrapped around his waist and my dress was passed my hips bunch at my stomach. He sent them outside, thankfully, because we didn’t make it halfway up the staircase before he set me down.
“Shit.” He groaned against my neck; his fingertips inching around the band of my panties. “I wanna take you right here.” The tip of his tongue skimmed along my hot jaw before taking in my pink bottom lip, sucking until it was just as red as my dress. Butterflies began to flutter at the mere brush of his fingertips.
“Do it.” I coaxed whilst drawing his zipper down and inching into his jeans.
“No.” he sighed as he pulled my hand away. “Upstairs.” He breathed before he tugged my legs back around his waist; picking me up and carrying me away.
My tongue could taste the liquor from the pores of his neck as I kissed and sucked behind his ear and across his jaw.
Harry sat me down on the edge of our bed and took my lips between his once more before putting his knee between mine, pushing my more than willing thighs apart. He pulled my dress over my head and I watched as the light fabric floated to the floor beside us. Leaving me in nothing but my panties, Harry began kissing down my chest to my breasts, my fingers tangled in his curls. I moaned his name when he took the peak of my erect nipple between his teeth, his thumbs pressing into my hips leaving me wriggling under his grip for more.
I lay back to the mattress; one hand tangled in his hair, following his every move, the other slowly beginning its grip unto the duvet. Harry kissed down my stomach; achingly slow, both of his hands running up and down my thighs; his thumb grazing my slick panties.
“Tell me,” he said against my inner thigh; the vibration from his soft lips sending my nerves wild and heated.
I couldn’t focus with wine coursing through my body; the heat of his body radiating into my every pore. But I knew what he wanted to hear; I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. I wasn’t lying when I said it and I wasn’t only saying it because I was drunk, I’d made the decision far more sober earlier in the night.
“I’ll stay.” I breathed.
“Say it again.” He nipped my thigh as he hooked his fingers around my panties.
“I’ll stay, Harry. I want to stay.”
“Good.” His lips met my clit; gently sucking then made a once around with his skilled tongue. “That makes me happy, Vaeda.”
“Mhm-,” was all I could manage as his pushed two of his fingers into me, swirling them around and plunging in a third, pushing against my spot. “God … Harry … Ahh-,” he pumped them at a steady pace, I could feel his eyes on me, but the pleasure he was giving was most intense and I couldn’t even begin to open my eyes.
His tongue connected with my core once more. And with just the simple smack of his tongue and flick of my clit I was dwindling into him. I inched my hand down my stomach and his tongue explored more of me. I touched my clit as his lips feverishly devoured everything pouring out of me.
“You taste so sweet, baby.” He took a breath and kissed the inner of my thighs before, without warning, plunging his middle finger back into me. My back arched off the bed and I nearly screamed as his thumb played with my clit. “You wanna cum, Vaeda? He pumped faster; so fast, so hard the bed began to shake.
“Ya,” I squealed.
“You want my mouth, baby?”
“Fuck – yes … yes I want your mouth.”
His mouth connected with me again, his tongue slipping passed my entrance and it was more than enough to send me toppling over. My back hitting the mattress as he milked me for everything I had to offer.
As my body seized it’s spasm he kissed up my stomach. My fingers locked into his curls and tugged, cooing him to come to my lips. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly. When he finally stopped teasing my nipple and his lips connected with mine, I never wanted him to retract. His tongue slipped against mine and then ran across my bottom lip before I bit into his, producing a moan.
I sat up, pushing him with me. He knelt between my legs, towering over me, breathing unsteady. I began to unbutton his shirt, leaving wet kissing down the centre of his chest and abdomen as I furthered. He tasted like mint mixed with the wine sweating from his hot skin. I wanted more, I wanted to taste all of him. His hands ran over my shoulders and his lips connected with the top of my head as I tugged his shirt from his jeans and wrenched his belt undone.
I let go of him and his chest heaved from the loss of contact. I only moved to get to my knees so I could kiss his lips again. Which I did. Taking in his bottom lip slowly, tasting him, sucking until I knew he’d be red for days. His fingertips drilled into my hips until I released his lip and quickly pressed them to the underlying of his jaw and back to the centre of his chest. I loved to hear his breathing unsteady, to know he was becoming weak beneath me, against me.
He tasted and smelled so wonderful. His callused hands on my soft skin were a feeling I knew I couldn’t get tired of. For the moments we were together like this, he wasn’t Harry Styles Kingpin; he was, for the most part, just Harry - the man. Well, it’s how I felt for a while, which was nice; until I ran my fingers all the way around his waistline, coming in contact with a hard metal and flinching as I realized it was his gun. My heart pounded as my eyes flicked up to him and I sat back on my heels. It was easy to forget his lifestyle, because the man just doesn’t fit the job discription.
“Sorry,” he whispered placing a kiss to my forehead. He reached his hand into his waistband, pulling it out and leaning over me to place it on his nightstand. He came back to me and cupped my face. His eyes peered into mine and brought himself down to me. “Does that scare you?” he asked lowly. His lips brushed against mine placing a light kiss. “It’s to protect you, Vaeda.”
“I know,” I closed my eyes, turning my cheek into his palm. His slipped his hands around my jaw to the back of my neck, gathering my hair and letting it fall down my back. I placed my hand to his chest, pushing him back up as I got back to my knees. I suddenly knew I needed him. I don’t think I’ll ever know what came over me, but I’ll never regret it. No matter what happens. “Harry?” I called his attention. His breathing hitched for a moment, and although he didn’t verbally respond, he did respond. “Make love to me.” I whispered against his chest. Running my hands over his shoulders, pushing his shirt completely off of him and letting it pool over the back of his legs.
His hand came to my neck and his thumb on my cheek, he angled my face up to his. “That’s what you want?” he confirmed. I stared into the pools of green that were searching my face as if for the first time. “Vaeda, tell me that’s what you want and that’s what you’ll get.” He whispered.
“That’s what I want.”
“For me to make love to you?”
“I wan- I need you to show me…” I nuzzled into his palm with my eyes closed.
He sighed into my mouth, “Show you what, baby?”
“Why you need me to stay.”
His nose brushed against mine, and my stomach dropped, as did his eyes. “I do. I need you to stay.” He said. “God, I need you.”
We fell back against the bed; his hand made sure my head hit nothing but the pillow. His lips connected with mine, slowly and lovefully. No sense of urgency or want. It was all need. But it was the truest need I’d even given or received. He entered me slow, pushing to my wall, but didn’t retract. He only pushed deeper, hooking one arm under me and the other to my shoulder, holding me as his pushed undeniably deep. As his hips couldn’t press any further, he finally pulled back and pushed back in. He stretched me to what felt like the furthest I could be, he filled me, each wall expanding, forcing to fit him; consuming him. I gripped onto the duvet as I felt my climax easily reaching. He took me so slow, pressing wonderfully against my g-spot with each thrust, each push.
“H - arry-,”
“Are you ready to cum, baby?”
“I don’t want to.” I admitted. I didn’t want this to end.
“Together?” he asked, his pace picking up. “God, you feel incredible.”
Our skin began to smack together as he plunged in and out of me harder and faster. Shorter thrusts, his tip hitting my wall more times than imaginable.
“Oh – God,” I gasped.
“Christ, Vaeda. God … ah … fuck-,”
My fingers hooked into his neck and I came around him just moments before I felt him fill me with himself. His hot liquid pouring into me and dripping out and he collapsed next to me.
Not that the liquor in my veins hadn't affected me earlier, but it hit me with a punch the moment I came down from my high. Harry's arm scooped under my neck and pulled me close leaving me to lay my head across his chest. The light in the room hardly hindered my ability to draw sleep; the smooth sounds, lift and drop of his heart and chest lulling me into my slumber almost immediately.
***
"No ... Four PM. I ... No ... Absolutely fucking not. Four o'clock. That's that! I will not wait around, who the fuck do you think you are?"
I awoke to Harry yelling in the bathroom. I forced my eyes to open up, looking at his side table noticing his gun had been taken. I heard the door swing open, slamming against the wall. I stayed in my position, waiting to see if he was going to leave or say anything to me. He came around to his side fully dressed looking down at me.
"It's noon. Time to get up." He commanded.
"M'sleepy." I moaned, rubbing my fingers to my eyes. As they focused through the blur, Harry looked hardly amused. He typed away in his phone chewing on his cheek.
"Shower and get dressed, ya? Dress and heels."
"Where are we going?" I sat up to my elbows.
"Ives is coming for the wire confirmation this evening." He snapped. "Now, shower, get dressed and come down for lunch."
I winced at the memory of the last time Ives had come by. I had the marks for days, humiliated still.
“Can’t I just stay up he-.”
“No.” he interjected. His eyes darted from his phone and to my eyes. “Don’t be difficult. Don’t make my day difficult, Vaeda Marie, fore I’ve been up since 7 AM and pissed off since.”
I huffed in annoyance and rolled over, giving him my back. “I don’t see why I need to be around for a drug deal.”
“Do not call this a ‘drug deal’, this is fucking business.”
“Don’t swear at me.”
“Don’t annoy me.”
The Harry from last night was long gone, and Harry the kingpin was back – with a vengeance might I add. He left the room, closing the door behind him leaving me to follow his instructions. It seemed as if he’d gotten what he wanted from me, and returned to his old self. Not much to my surprise, honestly.
I took my shower and fished through my clothes, which were back in boxes. I pulled out the exact dress he’d had me wear the day of the deal. I laid it to the bed along with the shoes. I slipped on my jeans and grabbed what I thought was my shirt, but after putting it on, I realized it was Harry’s. I went to slip out of the soft shirt, but I caught a whiff of him; of his mint shampoo and musky body-odor, which was almost too delightful. I couldn’t bring myself to take it off.
I headed downstairs and rounded into the loud kitchen.
“You’ve set up the account then?” Harry spoke to Tom.
“Ya, s’ready for the money. It’ll jump from the Islands and into an account in Manhattan, New York.”
“Perfect.” He continued to tap on his phone. There were about eight people, including Harry, staggered around the kitchen. Drinking and eating and talking. “Then it goes … where?”
“Over a two week period the money will be sent in increments to your Beaker account, which you can then access and transfer as you please.”
“You’ve the paperwork?”
“Yes, it’s on your desk.”
“Brilliant.” He smirked, looking up to Tom, slipping his phone into his front pocket. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
“Uh-oh, turn off the fence, mates! She’s gonna make a run for it!” a man mocked. I felt my face burn up as each face turned to the doorway, including Harry. I turned to leave the room, but stopped.
“You wanna make remarks you can do it on your own time, Liam. I don’t pay you to float around making comments. In fact, I don’t pay you to fucking stand around in my kitchen and eat either, I’ve made a mental note of the hour you’ve wasted standing in here.” The room was silent, everyone staring at Liam and Harry. “I’ve made mental notes on all of you now, thank you, Liam.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Fox groaned.
“Do I look like the type of guy that is going to kid around with his money?” he cocked his brow, pushing his face forward awaiting a response. Harry didn’t ask rhetorical questions, even I knew that. “Well?” he spat.
“No,” he grumbled.
“Back to work, then. Get outside. You’re supposed to be protecting my house, can’t do that from the kitchen.”
All the men began mumbling and groaning under their breath as they filed out the side door, leaving me leaning against the doorframe and Harry staring at me from behind the island.
“You’re lucky it’s only half passed one or I’d be yelling at you next for blatantly disobeying my order to put a dress and heels on.” I smiled at his firm attempt, but a smirked played at the ends of his perfect mouth and I knew he wasn’t even upset with me. “Also, if they ever speak to you like that while I’m not around, feel free to fire them. Or shoot them. They’ve been told to listen to you already, they’re just fuckin’ hard-headed, complete morons – idiots, really.” He shook his head, genuinely seeming upset with himself for even hiring them as he continued on with how incompetent a lot of them are.
“I like when you protect me.” I hopped up onto the stool across from him. He leaned on his hip, arms folded.
“Always will.” He muttered.
“Swear?”
“You told me not to swear at you.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He laughed for I think the first time and kept his smile for a few seconds, which was so … nice. He straightened out his face and stared into me. “I swear.”
***
Quarter until four: Harry had me dressed and standing in his office. I stood by his side uncomfortably while he chewed on his pen, reviewing a folder of papers filled with many large numbers and countries and banks and names. He grunted and made a few marks along the margins before putting it all back together perfectly and setting it off to the side.
Despite my effort to be uninterested, I was so very curious. But I held my tongue because I imagined Harry only becoming frustrated with my questions and sure-to-be misunderstandings. He looked up to me and leaned back in his chair.
“I’m going to now repeat this, hopefully this time you’ll listen.” He started. “Don’t speak unless I speak to you, only me. Don’t look at anyone, not at me, not at Ives, not even if he brings a dancing fucking clown; your eyes stay on the floor, understand me?”
“Yes, but-,”
“Please, Lord Jesus, don’t start, just … do. Please. I refuse to lose fifteen million dollars because of you, I refuse.”
“I’ll do it, Harry. I’m just asking, why?”
“He’ll be here any minute and the answer to that question is far more extensive than I think you know.” I rolled my eyes as he dodged my question again, as always. “Promise me you’ll listen.”
He didn’t need me to promise him. What happened last time was more than enough to keep my compliance. “Promise.” I sighed.
Ives arrived and he stayed for about an hour as he and Harry went over paperwork and money and a schedule. I stopped listening to them after a while. I stayed at the side of Harry’s chair, discretely shifting my weight between feet as I became increasingly uncomfortable in the heels. His fingertips would brush my knee every so often, and I know that was his way of keeping me calm. I zoned back in on the conversation as I could see Harry’s arm and chest tighten from the corner of my eye.
“Well?” Ives pressed.
“Well what? We’re done here. You know where the door is. I’ll see you tomorrow, 9PM…”
“I’m just saying,” he started. “She doesn’t have a mark on her body, besides light scarring on her hands – which was there the first time I met her.”
“Why are you so concerned with my woman?” he stood from his chair.
“I’m concerned you’re too soft for this business. We all know a bitch can’t stay in line, there’s no way she hasn’t deserved a beating since the last time I saw you. Yet, her skin is immaculate.”
“You’re not at liberty to be concerned with my property. Do not overstep your boundaries, Ives.” I could feel the intensity of Harry’s glare on him. There was silence as I’m sure more irate glares were exchanged.
“Fair enough.” He said. “Nine o’clock tomorrow.”
Ives let himself out of the office and Harry immediately hit a pattern of key on his the desktop keyboard.
“You can relax, baby.” He voice was smooth, almost apologetic. His brows were furrowed as he leaned over staring at the screen. I looked up to see his outside front entrance and split on the other side of the screen, his gate. I saw Liam and Fox escort Ives to the beginning of the drive before they stopped and took post, watching Ives get into the back of a big, black SUV. Harry typed away on the keyboard again and I watched as the gate opened and the SUV pulled through to the street.
I wanted to take Harry’s advice and just relax, but I couldn’t. The things Ives was saying had me worked up with a hundred questions and twice as many concerns.
“Did your father abuse your mother?” I wanted to turn away from him, but I didn’t.
His eyes quickly flicked up from the screen and he leaned off the desk and back to his feet. I hadn’t forgotten how he doesn’t like to talk about his father, but I couldn’t let the matter go. His features were hard, his brows were cocked, and as I traveled his face and couldn’t help but smile at how much redder his bottom lip was compared to his top.
“My father abused everyone.” He said.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know why you’re apologizing.” He shrugged.
“I just … it must have been hard … to live like that.”
“I am who I am today because of it. Tougher skin, stronger.”
“I’m sure you could have been all those things without him.”
“No.” he fiddled with his watch. “Well … I wouldn’t have been anyway.” I stared at him. I wanted to hold him, but all of those memories are so far in the past they can’t be consoled for now. “I don’t want to talk about my father.” He snapped. “In fact, I don’t want to talk about anything.”
***
“Can we turn the light off tonight, I have a headache.” I turned over on my side to face him. His arms were folded behind his head, his bare chest out, the sheet only covering his lower half. His eyes opened up to me, but soon after his eyes were on the ceiling.
“No.”
I didn’t press the matter. Rather I buried my face into the pillow and thought briefly about suffocating myself, of maybe grabbing my neck the way Harry had, just enough to knock me out, you know? My head was pounding and I just wanted to sleep. Dinner was rough as he began yelling at me for bringing up his father again, I knew I shouldn’t have, but I just want to be in his head. I want to know why he feels the way he does, what makes him tick. I just want to know him more. He’s told me all the fun things, a few sad things; but never the tough things.
“Harry…” I mumbled through the pillow. He came up to my side and pressed his chest to my back, his hand circling around my stomach, under my shirt – his shirt.
“Vaeda…” he mimicked. I was going to say something about the light again, but I decided one outburst was enough for me.
“Will I have to come tomorrow?” I sighed.
“Yes.”
“Bu-,”
“Vaeda, everyone is going to be there. I can’t leave you at the house alone, are you out of your mind?” his hand turned into a fist against my stomach. My mind immediately flashed to Rachael, to the last time he left someone home, and she wasn’t even alone. He’d had two men at the door. So to fight with Harry on this would be tedious; but a part of me knew that wherever Harry, no matter what, he would be my safest haven.
***
Downstairs in the kitchen, I peered over to the clock on the oven; the blue light flashed 7:26 PM. I sat against the counter as I watched wide-eyed at the mess of firearms scattered about the large island.
“Let’s make it so not a single bullet is fired tonight, ya?” Harry announced. “Ives has done nothing but comply – annoyingly so – but comply nevertheless. There should be no reason to even cock your weapons.” Fox snorted in the background and Harry shot him a glare even I hadn’t received. “There are only two things that need protecting, neither of those things are me. I don’t need any of you to watch me. You need to watch her-,” Harry turned and pointed at me. My heart sank to my stomach as every man in the kitchen turned to me and then back to Harry. “I don’t care if all thirteen of you have to leave at once to get her out – that’s what you do.”
“What do you think is going to happen?” I gasped.
“Anything can happen.” He glanced at me, but never fully looked. “It doesn’t have to be Ives or his team, it could be a group of fucking degenerates that somehow found out about the drop.”
The room was silent as everyone took in the reality. Things they’ve already dealt with, things that were all so new to me.
“The second thing?” Liam spoke. “The second thing that needs protecting?”
“My money.” Harry snorted. Along with everyone else. “I don’t care what happens, Tom, you make sure that wire is entered into his computer and sent.”
“Got it.” He saluted.
They all gathered their weapons and chatted on the way out the front door. There were three large SUVs and Harry’s Range Rover. He pointed to Liam and Fox to get into his car.
“Liam, get it. Then Vaeda, then Fox. Tom rides up front.” He demanded as he climbed into the driver’s seat. I fixed my leather jacket before clambering in, plopping down next to Liam. As Fox scooted it I hardly had room to breathe; Liam’s biceps nearly forcing me into Fox’s lap. “Almost forgot,” Harry announced before he reached over to the glove box, unlocking it with his key. He pulled out a gun before shutting the compartment and locking it back shut. He dropped out the magazine of the gun, glanced over the bullets and slammed it back in. “Vae,” he turned back, and my heart stopped pumping, I swear to God. I saw nothing but my terrified reflection in his pupils. “Vae, this is yours.” He took the barrel in his palm and motioned for me to take it.
