Page 82 of True North

One of her hands lowers from her breast, fingers brushing, hunting for her clit. Her mouth opens on a whimper. I bat her hand away.

“Mine, Louisa May.”

I dive right in. One long, languid sweep through her wet center. Her legs fold around my head, as if she can’t stand the thought of me being anywhere else right now. With two fingers, I tease her entrance as I suckle her clit.

Her legs begin to shake, caging me in further. I send my tongue around in erratic swirls. Lou’s hands fly from her breasts, gripping anything she can find. One groping the seat’s edge, the other the top of the backrest.

I sink two fingers into her.

“Harry!” My name is followed by a jumble of incoherent words as she bucks off the seat.

I clamp my teeth down around her clit before sucking hard. Her pussy strangles my fingers as she comes.

So fuckin’ hard.

She’s a twisted mess of limbs, trembles, and messed-up hair as her head tosses sideways. The sight is too much. My balls tighten and the sensation of losing control floods in.

I grip my cock the best I can through my jeans, but it’s too late. As Louisa writhes against my face, I shoot hot, sticky ropes of release into my boxers.

Another thing I barely have control over when it comes to Louisa May Masters.

When she realizes I’ve inched away, her orgasm fades, and she sits up. Fine hands search for my head, prying it up. Green eyes find my own. “You okay?”

“It was a happy ending for us both,” I rasp.

Delight fills her features. “But?—”

I push to stand from the side of the truck. “I’ll get you cleaned up. Ma’ll be worried sick by now.”

“Harry, no.” She grabs my hand. “Please, let me love you, too.”

“Think that particular horse bolted, Lou.”

“Oh—ohhhh. Two happy endings. Sorry, I get it now.”

She giggles, blush flooding her pretty features.

I narrow my eyes at her. “As much as I could see you naked all day, Ma might have a different opinion. Clothes, Lou. We need to get back.”

She scooches over on the seat, pulling her clothes back on. The rest of the drive home is filled with comfortable silence. As the ranch comes into sight, Lou slides a hand into mine. Her words are quiet when she says, “You’re not the only one who dreamed about what we would be like, Harry.”

ChapterTwenty-One

LOUISA

Rosie stands at the kitchen counter with me, but her usual fire is dimmed today. She stirs the pot of red sauce, her hand shaking more than usual. I move closer to where she stands.

“Are you okay, Ro?—”

Harry waltzes in after changing his clothes and doing a bit of bookkeeping. He dots a kiss to the crown of Rosie’s head and snakes a hand behind my neck while his mother isn’t looking, planting one to my jaw before winking at me as he strides out the door.

Cheeky man.

Rosie could have turned back and seen us.

It’s not that I am ashamed of what lies between us. More the fact I don’t want Rosie to get her hopes up. Or make it awkward for her in her own house. I am all too aware three’s a crowd. Ma’s friendship is too valuable to me to ruin it by moving too fast, only to crash and burn.

“Do you think it needs more herbs?” A soft voice pulls me from my inner rationalizations.

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