Page 90 of Wishing Hearts

I nod, following Harrison down the hall as Tigger slips through the crack into Winnie’s room. In his en suite, Harrison turns on the shower and strips out of his clothes. It lacks any finesse, and something about that hits me. The fact that Harrison isn’t concerned about looking sexy or needing to put on a show when he’s so dog-tired. It’s that natural vulnerability he possesses. The way he lets me see his true self.

It makes it easier to be vulnerable with him, too.

“Harrison,” I say gently, stepping naked into the shower after him.

“Yeah, Sam?” he asks, turning my way. His hair is wet, pushed back from his face, and the shower spray hits him along his shoulders. Harrison tugs me close, positioning me with him under the water. It heats me quickly.

“I wanna be real clear about somethin’,” I say.

He swallows, nodding for me to go on.

“I know I joke around a lot, but I’m serious about this. About us. The way I see it, we’re partners. So when things are bad, just know you can lean on me, all right?”

“Yeah, Sam,” he says softly, fingers drifting over my back. His hips press against mine, the pressure of his body making my cock plump despite the more solemn nature of our conversation. “I’m here for you, too, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t show that today—”

“But you had a bad day,” I interject. “It happens.”

“Still,” he says, fingers drifting down to my ass cheeks. They stroke there, almost absentmindedly. “I am sorry. I don’t want to fuck this up with you. The idea of losing you…”

My pulse kicks up. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I assure him. “If you fuck up, or if I fuck up, we talk about it, and we move forward, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, laying his forehead on my shoulder. Despite the almost tender nature of the embrace, one of Harrison’s hands drifts between our bodies, circling my cock. He strokes me slowly with a wet grip, propelling me quickly to full hardness.

“Harrison,” I rasp, my mind starting to haze over.

His lips skim my neck. “You smell like sunshine,” he says. “How do you smell like sunshine?”

I hang my head back as Harrison’s mouth sucks at my skin. “Stud, if this is an apology…”

Harrison draws back, blue eyes meeting mine. He doesn’t let go of my dick. “It’s not an apology,” he says, giving me another stroke. “I won’t use sex like that. I heard you loud and clear, Sammy. And now I want my partner’s cock in my mouth. Is that okay with you?”

“Fuck,” I mutter, nodding quickly. “Yep. Yes. Fine.”

Harrison chuckles, his gaze turning whip-sharp right before he drops to his knees. My hands find his hair, and I hold on tight as Harrison swallows me down.

Partners.

Yeah, that sounds just about perfect to me.

Chapter 25

Harrison

“You have everything packed?” I ask Winnie.

“Yep.” She bounces on her toes.

“Your toothbrush?” I check.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And Sam grabbed your sleeping bag from the garage?”

“Yesss,” she says, sounding like a teenager, not the ten-year-old she is. “Can I go wait downstairs now?”

“Yeah, okay,” I agree, watching my daughter fly down to the first floor.

Sam steps lightly from my bedroom. “All right?”

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