Chapter Fifteen (Part One)
I look to my left and as suspected, London is sound asleep. I pull up to the gym and stop the engine, pulling out the keys to the Range Rover. A sigh escapes when I look back at the sleeping girl, not wanting to wake her up as she looks so peaceful. Whilst looking at her, the happenings of just thirty minutes ago flood through my already stressed out brain and I rub my temples feeling a headache coming on.
“Harry…” My head snaps left and I notice that London’s eyes are still perfectly closed and that she is indeed still sleeping. Brushing the though from my mind, I push open my door and get out, closing it softly behind me, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty.
My sleeping beauty.
I smile and pull open the passenger door, reaching out to London immediately. My arms snake around her waist and I left her slowly from the leather seats. Once she’s fully out of the vehicle, slam the door shut with my hip and press the button on the remote to lock it. The beep-beep sounds and I walk quickly around the gym to my ‘shelter’. Come to think of it, I really need to look for a new place to live. Somewhere the cops won’t find me.
I push open the door and see River sitting on the bed, Lux sleeping next to her. I smile at the sight of my baby sister looking so at ease. River sends a wink in my direction and I roll my eyes.
“Help me get her on the bed, yeah?” I groan and she laughs but nods. She pulls back the covers slightly, not stirring Lux and I lightly place London down on the bed.
“Thanks for looking after Lux.” I thank and River nods her head and I crouch down beside the bed to work at pulling London’s shoes off. Within a minute she’s left in her gray socks and I stand back up. River’s sitting by the kitchen bench when I look around and I walk over to her.
“What brings you back so early?” She asks and nods her head in the direction of London’s sleeping figure. I groan and take the seat next to her. My head goes to my hands and she chuckles.
“You don’t even want to know. But hey, I can handle things from here,” I look up and River is already grinning, knowing that it was time to go. “Thanks again.” I follow her to the door and lean down to kiss her cheek.
“Get home safely, ay!” I shout behind her and she laughs as her figure disappears around the corner. I push the door closed, locking it behind me and sigh loudly when I look around. My eyes divert to my sleeping sister and my beautiful girl cuddled up on the bed together.
The sight makes me smile and just then I realize how tired I am. I chuck off my jacket and kick off my shoes. When I’m left in only boxers and my white t-shirt, I grab a blanket from the end of the bed and move to the couch, fluffing the decorative pillow that’s laid on top of it. As I’m about to lay down on the couch, a voice interrupts me.
“Harry?” She calls out and I’m instantly by her side.
“Yeah?” I ask, my hand brushing against her cheek. A tear rolls down her skin and my heart leaps as the girl I care about yet again breaks down in front of me.
“I’m so sorry.” She sobs and I kneel down on one knee, pulling her into my arms. Her hands instantly find the collar of my shirt and she clutches the material as her tears wet my neck. Another sob racks through her body and I frown. I stand up once again and give my hand out to London. At first she looks at it weirdly, but then wipes away her tears and grabs my hand.
I pull her to me in a quick motion and she’s out of the bed in moments, her chest pressed against mine. I lean down to press a soft kiss against her forehead and she closes her eyes. When I pull back and look at her, an idea sparks in my mind.
I grab her hand once more and pull her to the bathroom with me. She looks puzzled when I close the door and even more when I move to the bathtub and start the hot water up, adding some cold to the mix. She sits down on the toilet seat and raises an eyebrow when I pull my shirt over my head.
“You want me to watch you bathe?” She asks with a emotionless expression. I roll my eyes and smirk.
“No,” I say and pull her to her feet. I dip my head down to her ear and bite the skin before whispering seductively, “we’re going to take a bath.” I kiss her neck and then pull back to look at her. She looks taken aback, but not at all as apprehensive as I thought she might be. My hands move to the hem of her shirt and that’s when reality might dawn on her, because she shakes her head and pushes my hands away.
Harry looks a bit startled when I push him away, but I can’t. I can’t just get in a bath with him. Naked. No absolutely not! I’ve never done anything like this in my life. Now he just expects me to-
“C’mon babe. You look like you need some relaxation.” He tries and runs his hands up and down my sides, knowing that I love it when he does that. “Please.” He pouts and next thing I know, his lips are on mine and I can’t stop myself from returning the kiss, my hands finding his neck and using all my strength to pull me closer. A moan leaves my lips when I feel Harry rubbing soft circles into my hips, his hands now under my shirt.
Before I even comprehend what’s happening, I’m in the bathtub with Harry. My back is to his chest and his legs are at my sides. The position itself has me at high alert and Harry’s hands rubbing my back in slow shapes is adding to the intimacy of the moment. If you would have told me a month and 2 weeks ago that I’ll be sitting naked in a bath with Harry after my father beat me, I’ll probably think you belong in a mental institute, but through all this craziness. It somehow feels right to be sharing this moment with Harry.
“Thank you, Harry. For everything.” I mumble and lean back into his touch. My head rests against his shoulder as his hands move around to my stomach and then he massages my legs softly. Something about his movements, spark up warning signs in my head, but at is forgotten when Harry suddenly dips his head down and kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin and then sucking. The process continues for minutes, his hands still rubbing into my thighs, going higher each moment and then back down again.
It’s only when I take his hands in mine and move them higher, past my hips and waist until they’re finally right above my breasts, by my collarbone. I have a feeling Harry knows exactly what I’m asking when his hands move lower and softly brushes over my double C’s. A moan suppresses past my lips when I feel Harry kneading my –now- taint nipple between his thumb and index finger, mumbling dirty things into my ear as his other hand goes lower, over my stomach again.
My breath hitches in my throat when I felt his touch down there, but with his other hand, groping my breast in his hand, I can’t focus on the shock it sends through my body when he presses the pad of his finger against my clit and he curses softly in my ear when my hip bucks forward, sending the water in ripples through the bath.
“Harry- Oh.” I moan and bite my lip, trying to regain some control when his finger slides up down my slit torturing me slowly. “Please.” A whimper leaves my lips and finally I feel his finger inside of me. A breathe a sigh of relief, but it quickly replaced with a panicked gasp as blood curling scream vibrates through the place and I immediately recognize it as Lux’s.
“Stay here.” Harry says sternly and gets out of the bath, water dripping over him. He pulls a shirt over his wet body and pulls his boxers up.
“Lock the door behind me and don’t open unless it is for me.” He says and leaves the room, I hastily get out of the water and run to the door, locking it. As Harry instructed.
I turn the corner into the living room/bedroom/kitchen, mumbling profanities as I look down at the ground. Perverted thoughts stop as soon as I see the man I had hoped I wouldn’t see again standing in front of me.
“Harry.” He breaths and I glare.