Harmon - Cuddling is for the person you love

Harmon - Cuddling is for the person you love
"You didn't notice because you were getting railed, Olive," he said with mirth in his eyes, drawing me into his arms as the hot water soothed my aching body.

"You don't like hot showers," I said, the waterworks making a comeback.

"But you do," he said, lathering body wash on a loofah and laying it on one of my breasts. "The state of you is much more concerning," he said, looking down at the love bites littering my tits and neck. "Where else did I leave proof of daddy's hunger for you, baby girl? How much did I hurt you, Persephone?"

Persephone. Goddess of death. Forced into wedlock against her will by Hades after he kidnapped her. Harmon didn't exactly kidnap me, but he did lock me up. Now he was talking about our marriage like I had no say in the matter. The parallels made me smile, despite the serious nature of what he unveiled to me as he lathered my body in soap.

"If I'm going to be Persephone, I need to know everything Hades did before he became Zeus," I said in a shaky voice, daring to lather a loofah in body wash and take to washing his body too.

"Only once we've told Will about us. Then you're mine and I'm yours. And you're entitled to everything. All of it. If you really want to know, I'll—"

"I want to know. I need to know what's coming, Harmon," I said, taking a step closer to him.

"Chance," he corrected, liquid warmth in his eyes as he looked down into mine.

He closed in on my face. Our eyes fluttered closed and our lips connected.

True to his word, despite a heated make out session and heavy foreplay in the shower, we didn't fuck again. After washing every inch of me, he dried us both off and wrapped me up in a robe. Then he carried me back to bed.

"Does walking still hurt?" he questioned as he laid me down on one of the king-sized beds.

"A lot," I admitted, watching him part the robe, his fingertips gently trailing over my body.

I shivered under his touch.

"Daddy said no sex," I murmured, letting out a sigh as my legs parted for him automatically anyway.

"I'm not going to fuck you, my whore. Daddy's inspecting you for damage. Let me kiss it better," he said, pressing his lips down on my hip.

I swallowed my concern as images of the bruise on his back returned to the forefront of my mind. Tomorrow I'd insist he see a doctor. We'd have one sent to the suite. I willed myself to let it go for the present.

"If you really want to kiss something better, nothing hurts like your whore's pussy," I said, giggling as his fingertips found sensitive spots.

I meant it as a joke, but he stopped what he was doing immediately and lowered his head down to between my thighs.

"Chance, I—"

"Got it right that time," he said, beaming up at me before placing a kiss directly on my pussy.

A shiver went down my spine.

"I was kidding. Please don't—"

"When will daddy's baby girl learn? No jokes about daddy having your pussy, Olive," he said, giving my wet fuck hole a teasing lick.

He spent the next half hour with his head between my thighs, dedicating his lips and tongue to my pleasure. Then he gently gathered me in his arms and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Chance," I reminded myself, eyelids heavy as I let out another yawn. "It's growing on me. Chance Winston, right?"

"What about Olivia Winston? Can you live with that?" he asked.

I tried to answer, but when next I knew, it was morning and I was opening my eyes to his sleeping face. I wanted a second look at that bruise, but I knew it would bring on the waterworks again.

"No," he mumbled, tugging on my body when I tried to extract myself from his arms. "Not yet. A little more. Missed my cuddle buddy so much," he said, sending a warm feeling radiating throughout my body.

"You could have cuddled the women you fucked you know," I said reproachfully, recalling us slipping into bed together after fucking other people.

It was fucked up, but it was the only way I could live with the meaningless sex. Knowing he'd be holding me at the end of it made all the difference.

"Too personal. Cuddling is for the person you love," he muttered, eyes still closed as he squeezed me.

"Billy will be up soon. I can't be in here with you, Chance. Not until we've told him," I said, desperate to run for the door, lest I try to confess my love for him one more time and he refused to let me.

I was hopeful he was just waiting until after we told Billy. That was the only thing that made sense. But every time he indirectly said it and I didn't get to tell him back stung. Had to get away. Go and get ready for the big talk with Billy.

"Fine," he said, his eyes fluttering open slowly. "But this is the last time you get to run from my bed like we fucking did something wrong," he grumbled, a lopsided smile contracting the grumpy voice.

I returned his beam with a similar warmth, stealing a quick kiss and scurrying away, lest my excitement about what was about to happen turn into a morning fuck.

I tip-toed out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me. I had nothing but one of Harmon's shirts on. It must have been his doing, because I was stark naked when I passed out in his arms. The robes were amazing, but he knew I was obsessed with wearing his clothes. His thoughtfulness heightened the excitement inside me.

For a moment, I wasn't about to tell Billy I was sleeping with the very man he told me not to bed. I was just a girl, hopelessly in love for the first time. The beam wouldn't stay off my face. I was on cloud nine. My happiness was insurmountable.

"Sleep well?" Billy's voice hit my ears and my heart stopped.

My smile fell. Even without turning around, I knew he knew. No more doubts. No more denial. William Hunter wasn't stupid. His voice was firm. Sure. Resolute.

I inhaled sharply and turned around anyway.

"Hey Billy," I said, forcing the smile back onto my face.