Page 21 of Wishing Hearts

My chest freaking sings.

“Knew it,” I grit out, my orgasm barreling down on me fast. “Knew I could get you to call me by my name.”

“Be smug,” Harrison says between breaths, “after you come.”

“Already comin’,” I fire back, slamming my eyes shut as I grind against Harrison’s ass. The man squeezes me hard, and I grunt, my hips jerking, my cock unloading deep inside his body. “Fuck. Fuckin’ fuck.”

“So damn eloquent, Sam,” Harrison says, although there’s laughter in his voice. And something else. Something floaty and satisfied.

“Nooo,” I groan out regardless, resting my weight along Harrison’s back as I come down. “Go back to callin’ me Sammy. We’re lovers now.”

“Are we?” he asks, turning his head.

“Yeah, stud. Can’t take that back.”

He hums, a little smile gracing the corner of his mouth.

When I pull out of Harrison’s body, taking care to go slow, he sighs. I lean down, tugging his briefs up over his soft cock, and then I pull up his jeans. He has to shift his legs closer together for me to get them over his hips. He looks back at me after I’m done, arms under his head.

I pull off the condom, tying it quickly, and then look around. Spotting an old, oily rag, I grab it off the shelf and crouch down. Harrison chuckles as I reach through his legs to clean his cum off the mower and floor.

When I stand back up, Harrison finally pushes upright. He turns in the tight space of the shed, putting us toe to toe.

“Sammy,” he says, grabbing the back of my neck.

I oomph into his mouth but grab him back just as quickly with my unsoiled hand. Harrison is all spit and vinegar and fluffy white clouds as he kisses me just as intensely as he did before we fucked. It startles me in the best possible way.

And it’s over as quickly as it began.

“Thank you,” he says, eyes dark in the dim light but intense and focused on my person.

And even though I know he’s being serious, that he needed that release for whatever reasons that are his alone, I can’t help but grin.

“You don’t gotta thank me. I’ve been beggin’ for it, and you know it.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, and he finally lets go of the back of my neck. “And?”

“You really gotta ask?” I retort with a scoff, but I answer his question nonetheless. “And Halle-fuckin’-lujah.”

Harrison’s body shakes with his chuckle. “Now for the fun part. Get us out of here, Sammy.”

I don’t respond to Harrison once again calling me Sammy. I don’t want to draw attention to it, afraid if I do, he’ll stop. Instead, I give him a swift nod and turn around.

“Here we go.”

Chapter 7

Harrison

Sam opens the shed door and walks out without a care in the world, although he closes the door behind him so I can’t be seen. Not ten seconds later, he reappears, grin wide as the sun frames his body.

“All good,” he says, waving me forward. “Carl’s the only one around.”

As I step out of the shed, Carl’s blush-red face disappears as the man walks away, and Sam rolls with laughter.

“I think we might have scarred your coworker,” I say, eyes pinging about, even though Sam already told me it was all clear.

He waves me off. “He’s fine. Should we get some lunch? Might still be somethin’ left.”

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