Harmon - Mine to be loved by

Harmon - Mine to be loved by
"Did you really mean what you said? About fucking me in front of him if I…" she trailed off, reaching for the notepad and pen.

"Yes," I said, stealing a kiss as I watched her write. "In a perfect world, you'll get to tell him about us yourself. When you're ready. I'll be right next to you. But if I ever see shame in you about me fucking you again, I will fuck you in front of him. I'll show him you're my whore. Just mine. There's no shame in us, Olive."

The blush on her cheeks deepened with every word. I didn't flinch. Didn't stutter. She knew I meant it.

"I need written proof. Sign please," she said, handing me the notepad.

Free use for each other alone.

I smirked.

No leaving each other after you get back.

That one sent a pang of anxiety through my chest, but I let it go. These were our last precious moments together. For who knew how long. I wanted us to just be.

Stay together forever.

"Aren't they all a little redundant? They mean the same thing, Olive," I said with a raised eyebrow, tapping the notepad with the pen.

"No, they don't. The first is about sex. The second is about dating. The last is… just sign," she insisted, making my raw dick twitch as she ducked her head.

I was too late. I couldn't save her from the heartbreak. She wasn't just falling in love with me. She had expectations. Just like I did. Were hers bigger than mine?

Do you want to be my wife, Olive?

I felt like I was happily signing my soul away as I watched myself scribble my signature on that sheet of paper.

"I'll expect you to fulfill all the terms of the contract when I get back, Miss Hunter," I said, returning the notepad and pen to her.

She stared down at it like it was our damn marriage license. Fuck me, the joy on her face was enough to make my aching dick flood with blood one more time.

I patiently watched her read and reread the words she wrote herself, a warm enjoyment of the innocence of our love settling in my chest.

You are in love with me, aren't you, baby girl?

Will's words haunted my brain.

She's a Hunter through and through. She just wants a lay.

At only Twenty-two, she had her whole life ahead of her. Maybe that was all this was to her.

Too fucking bad if that's the case, baby girl. Whore. Girlfriend. Wife. All those words are for my use alone. If you don't already, I'll fuck you, hold you, kiss you, talk your ear off until you love me.

You're mine, Persephone. Mine to be loved by. Worship. Care for.

"Don't fucking make me wait long, Chance. Four years was bad enough," she said, turning around in my arms and burying her face in my chest.

She took a few moments to settle in against me.

"Daddy," she murmured with yawn, the events of the night catching up with her.

I should have cleaned her up, but she was dead weight in my arms. It would have to wait until morning. I'd have to find a way to keep Will the fuck out of my suite until my baby girl had gotten some rest.

Somehow, against all odds, her brother had recanted his belief that I was fucking her. Or so he said. At the very least he'd be on guard now. Watching us closely. I didn't want her facing his wrath in my absence.

"We're done fucking hiding when daddy gets back, Olive," I said with a sigh, kissing her forehead before withdrawing gently from her.

So as not to arouse Will's suspicion, I went back to the common area, grabbed her robe off the floor and returned to the bedroom. Then I took Olivia back into my arms and wrapped her sleeping form up in it.

"I want to watch you forever, but I don't want Will acting like a dick again," I said with a sigh, tired out of my mind as I stroked her cheek with the back of my finger.

How many times had I woken up to her sleeping soundly next to me? Morning after morning, my forbidden love's still form laid right next to me. Denial after denial. Explaining my hard dick and the smug smile on my face away every time. Ten minutes here. Twenty there. I took the time to just watch her sleep. How long I got to just look at her depended on how soon I discovered her next to me the morning after we each fucked other people.

Her brother had no idea. It wasn't always her that initiated. Sometimes I was the one waking up in her bed.

All I did was lie next to her. All about her. Just making her feel a little less lonely

I told myself this shit at the time. More justifications.

Baby girl, daddy couldn't help it. I'm a such a fucking liar. It was always for me. When the empty fucks got the better of me, you felt like home.

Did she know I had watched her angelic face while she slept for countless hours in the last four years?

"Daddy's so fucking tempted to get back into that bed and just keep holding you while you sleep, Olive. Like old times," I said, forcing myself away from her when the distant sound of my phone ringing in the common area reached my ears.

I was going to have to crash on the couch anyway. Fuck fucking Will for just showing up.

I just got her, you fucking asshole. No fucking thanks to you.

I couldn't stop the bitterness from settling over me. Turned out, I didn't ignore the signs that she was supposed to be with me because I was a fucking good guy. Chance Winston wasn't that. I was a dick. I took things I wanted, damn it. While I did think myself unworthy of her, it wouldn't have stopped me from fucking her. Dating her. Loving her. That was fucking Will's doing. I loved her so damn much I just let it happen. Well fuck that. No more.