Rented

Chapter 8

We visited a couple other places and the couple decided on the biggest venue we saw. It was outside and had a rural feel to it from the twinkle lights on the trees, white fences that surrounded the whole place and the lake just behind the altar.

We got home and I stopped Harry from going up the stairs by the arm. He raised his eyebrow in question and I felt shy realizing what I was going to ask might sound odd.

"Can I take you somewhere?" I looked at my hands and fiddled with them as I asked.

"Where?" He smirked poking my stomach which earned a small laugh from me. "It's a surprise" I shrugged making Harry grunt frustrated but I could see right through it. He was actually excited even when he tried to hide the grin threatening to show on his beautiful face. "Does anyone actually like surprises?" He made a point.

I always got anxious when it came to surprises. One year I was so sure my family was gonna throw me a surprise birthday party and I wanted to be prepared so I went shopping with a friend. When I got home with my new outfit on I opened the door expecting camera flashes and cheers from tons of people but received dark and silence. My friend said goodbye and left me in the house by myself, I cried the whole night.

That's why I never wanted go get my hopes up again for a surprise.

I snatched my keys from Harry's hand so I could drive since he didn't know where we were headed. The drive wasn't very long and in twenty minutes we arrived. As I parked Harry looked around before giving me a questioning look.

"Are you trying to send me away?" He pointed to the airport before us. It was a weird place to bring a guy you like but I enjoyed it here. "No. Sometimes I like to come and look at people come and go. Make up stories about why a couple that cry as they separate have to be apart or how many years the old man waiting with flowers has been with his wife" I sigh looking at the strangers walk, some with a hurry and some taking their time.

Harry follows my eyes and looks ahead. After a couple minutes of silence, not knowing if Harry is bored and wants to go or not he clears his throat.

"Where do you think she is going?" He points to a lady probably over her fifties with two white puppies, their tails painted purple.

I laugh and think of where the red headed may be headed. "Probably going to get another surgery to make her boobs less saggy" I admire her giant and quite exposed chest. Harry laughs and nods as if I'm a witch and that can be the only true reason.

"I think that one told his family he has to work across the country but really is spending the weekend with his cuban mistress, Linda" he snickers nodding towards a fourty something man who wears a tie with a big smile and only carries a small luggage. "Oh definitely" I smile and Harry and I hold each other's gaze for a couple seconds. I'm so relieved he didn't laugh at my face at my choice of location to hang out in. Glad that he too seemed to enjoy trying to think what other people were up to.

His green eyes fall to my lips, noticing I swallow. I feel a heat in the car, a tension that wasn't there before when he slowly starts leaning towards me. I lean to meet his lips and everything outside stops mattering. His lips start slowly, teasing as his tongue licks my bottom lip causing me to open my mouth, allowing entrance. His warm tongue explores my mouth, circling my own in an oh so sexy way.

His hands hold my face and he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling on it when I bite his lip. His hands makes their way slowly from my neck, to my arms down to my waist. When he squeezes I move across the sit to straddle him and am glad when he doesn't stop me. In need of more contact with Harry I begin to roll my hips, the feeling making my underwear damp. Harry groans at this and pulls back.