LOGINHarriet~
No one talks about how weird your home town feels after not being there in a long while. The cashier is a woman I used to know but she looks older and more tired now and she keeps looking at me weirdly. The first grocery shop doesn’t have everything I need so I head to a second one. This grocery shop is much newer with more friendly faces. The attendants are super nice and friendly it takes me less than ten minutes to finish shopping and queue up at the counter. “Thank you,” a familiar voice says and my bones chill. How the fuck would I forget the voice that talked me through it. “Von?” He spins around and smiles. what am amazing coincidence. “Hey darling…” he turns to the cashier. “I’d pay for her shit.” Oh my fucking goodness, he is so sweet. She attends to ‘my shit’ and he pays and we leave together for his car. He opens the trunk and I deposit my stuff and he also gets the door for me. “Never thought I’d see you in broad-day light.” I tell him when he gets into the car. “Me neither, well after yesterday, the least I can do is convert myself into your chauffeur each time I see you.” “Oh.” “I mean it as an apology, you know.” “Oh.” He doesn’t even know my name yet, I want to assume he doesn’t ever want to know it either. He never asked and I never gave. “So where are you headed?” I tell him. “Crazy how I'm headed in that same direction. You stay around there?” “Not really, I'm only back for Christmas.” He nods keeping his gaze on the road. I see a small smile on his lips. “Your parents are eager to have you home?” I chuckle and sigh looking out of the window. “I wish, they aren’t even around for Christmas. It’s so sad.” “Yeah, I know how that feels. I’ve barely had my family around as well, though the fault is all mine.” I try to tease him out of the sad mood he seemed to have fallen into. “So you wanna tell me last night wasn’t the only time you’ve been a bad boy?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “So which of those houses are yours?” He asks when we are at the street. “The grey one with a broken fence…” I say and the atmosphere changes. His fingers tighten on the wheel and his jaw ticks. “Von?” I try hoping to understand what hurt him immediately but he doesn’t respond and just drives to the house. He gets down before me and starts walking to the door. “Von?” He doesn’t answer me and stands in front of the door, and digs his pocket, he brings out a key and inserts it. “Von?” Im super confused as I get out and walk towards the house. The door unlocks and he pushes the door open. “Dev? Devon?” “Yes Harriet, it’s Devon. Please get into the house, I’d get the bags,” he says walking past me back to the car. I stand there frozen in time. Von is Devon? Fuck. I lost my virginity to my… Devon opens the trunk of his car and takes out the grocery bags and walks back towards the house. “Come in Harriet, you must be tired and hungry from your journey, I need to make you something to eat,” he walks past where I stand rooted. He goes to the car and get the last bags and when he comes towards me and grabs my arm. “Come on in Harriet, I’d make us something to eat and then we can retire for the night.” Oh how quickly he can switch from a one night stand to an older brother in the twinkling of an eye. He pretends to not recognize that I am perplexed and still in denial over every thing that has happened in the last twenty four hours as he drags me to the kitchen and sits me down. He gets busy putting things in their place and eventually starts to make us dinner of beef sauce and boil Irish potatoes while I sit and contemplate my life. Earlier today, I was hoping to experience what I did last night sometime in the future, earlier when I saw him I hoped he’d ask for my name and suggest a Christmas fling, I am still hung up on his dick and somehow he is being really calm about it. He knows how I taste, how I feel. He has seen me naked, been inside me… “DEVON.” He jerks away from the chopping board in surprise. “What is the matter Harriet?” He asks so calmly that it upsets me. “Are we seriously not going to address the elephant in the room?” I ask when he goes back to chopping vegetables away. “Harriet, we should focus on the hunger both of us are facing. You shouldn’t be moving about like that, next time you want to go out? You call me, I’d drop you off and pick you up.” My mouth slacked. Was he seriously pretending to not understand me? “Devon, we had sex last night.” Silence. “Harriet…” “If what’s about to come out of your mouth is not how we can move past you pounding me yesterday then please shut up.” Oh God, what a disaster. My parents were going to have an epileptic attack should they find out and I needed to be more irritated with myself about the whole thing instead of craving Von of last night. “Harriet, I apologize for last night. It’s in the past, I’m sorry that ever happened. I understand that you must feel disgusted with yourself and with me but we can’t erase yesterday. Let’s try to ignore it,” his tone is pleading and is filled with regret that makes my anger burn brighter. Did he regret the sex? Was I bad? Oh my God, was I bad and was that why he never wanted to know my name? Oh my fucking God. “Was it that bad?” “Harriet, no it wasn’t. Your pussy is actually exquisite, I regret not taking the time to eat it yesterday.” My stupid vagina clenches around nothing. My face fills up with blood and I turn my face away embarrassed. Hearing Von talk about me in that way felt very otherworldly. “Harriet. Look we are never having sex again so you can calm down, plus we have a lot of other things to talk about that you should be more bothered about.” He resumes chopping away on the chopping board. Yeah right. He wants me to forget it all after painting a mental picture of him eating me out .Harriet ~The morning after my second date with Sam is the worst I have had in a while.I wake up with a slight headache and the feeling that I’ve barely had enough sleep but I can’t even go back to bed because of all the noises surrounding me.The grating of heavy metal against both metal and concrete. The loud voices of men outside, talking and laughing someone left their truck running and the engine is rather loud.I am pulled out of my sleep in mental pieces and there’s nothing I hate more.While I lay there, my head turned towards the blinds blocking out most of the suns powerful rats, I forget who I am and where I’m an.Then I remember.Devon’s room.Our room, technically.I reach out for the side of the mattress where he normally sleeps and it’s still warm. Maybe he hasn’t been up for so long.I turn to stares at the ceiling, listening to the workers outside and the scrape of ladders, and I try to figure out when exactly he left. I do not remember him getting up at all even t
Devon~I tell her I’ll be downstairs because it sounds like the right thing to say. Meanwhile list is still buzzing and blaring in my veins.Giving us both a moment to breathe sounds reasonable. It sounds like a man who knows when to stop and step back.The truth is, if I stay in that room any more second, I will do something that I cannot pretend is accidental.I close the door behind me softly, and stand there for a moment with my forehead against the wood. I clench my hands at my sides and force by body to calm down and my brain to think, but it is almost impossible because I can smell her everywhere. On my skin, on my hands, in my head. Fuck, I can still feel the way she tightened around me and moaned my name before she could stop herself in the heat of it all. That is the part that keeps replaying. If I thoughts the first time we fucked was spectacular? I’m way out of my depth here now.Pulling away from the door, i unclench my hands and turn to go downstairs. I get there and
Harriet~I wake up warm.Not warm from the sunlight slipping through the curtain but the type from body heat that is unfamiliar and intimate enough that my first instinct is to stiffen.Then I open my eyes to see the situation.Devon’s arm is wrapped around my waist and his palm is resting flat against my stomach like it knows exactly where it belongs and it is there. His chest rises against my back with each breath.I try to think back for a bit.He wasn’t in bed when I fell asleep last night, I remember that clearly. I remember falling asleep to thoughts of both him and Sam waring in my mind. The bed was definitely empty and now here he is.I lie still, pretending I’m still asleep, trying to piece together what kind of game this is. Did I roll toward him in my sleep. Did he come in later and decide to climb into bed anyway. Did he mean to wake me like this.His grip tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know that he’s aware of me now.So much for pret
Harriet~I take a little too long getting ready. Partly because I stood for minutes staring at my clothes wondering if this truly was a step in the right direction or the wrong one.Where would this move things with Dev? Forward or backwards?While I prep, I notice that the house is quiet downstairs, minus the fact that the construction workers are done for the day, it feels like Devon has deliberately gone silent and is waiting for my next move.I hate that it bothers me so much that even as u am choosing a dress, I am secretly considering what he’d think if he sees it.I settle on a soft green dress that hits just above my knees, it’s the kind that moves when I walk and makes me feel like myself and not like I’m trying too hard or even apologetic either. I pull my hair back into a low ponytail and leave a few curls loose around my face. I swipe on lip gloss that smells faintly of vanilla and check my reflection once more in the mirror before I force myself to stop.Sam pulls up rig
Harriet~I close my eyes unable to believe he is about to fuck me again.He kneels on the bed, settling between my legs, and I can feel the hard, heavy length of him against my thigh. He’s still wearing his control like a second skin, but I can see the strain in the set of his jaw. He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudges against my slick, swollen folds be he doesn’t push inside yet and just waits, letting me feel the weight of his intention, the sheer, undeniable presence of him."Look at me," he commands, his voice a low growl.I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw, possessive hunger I see there steals my breath. "This is what you were going to look for," he says, and then he pushes inside.The stretch is an exquisite slow, burning sensation that has me arching my back. He sinks into me inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’s buried to the hilt. He stills, letting me adjust, letting me feel the fullness of him and the rightness of it.
Harriet~Devon doesn’t follow me upstairs right away and that should have been my first clue.I’m in the room, half undressed and pulling on a sweater I don’t need because the house is warm and I am already too aware of my own skin, when I hear his footsteps in the hallway. They stop outside the door briefly, start and then stop again before the door swings open.Devon stands are the door with his jaw tight and his eyes dark.Sometime between when we came back and now, he has rolled up his sleeves and the bulk of his muscular arm is showing… I swallow.“Have you given Sam a response yet?” He asks and I shake my head.“Not yet, but u definitely will.”I have no idea who I’m trying to convince, myself or him.“Well Harriet, since you’ve been waiting for a good reaction from me, here’s one… I don’t think you should.”I see his response for what it is, the careful phrasing of a man who thinks restraint makes him innocent.“I’ll ask again for the… I don’t know how many tone. Why?”he si







