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It Takes Patience II: Guarded

Chapter 29: Guilty Pleasures

*Reagan’s POV*
When I woke up I was still tired, I was surprised that I even got up for the alarm. I grabbed my phone to stop the noise and get ready for work when I saw all of the missed calls and texts from Harry. I went into such a deep sleep when I got into bed that I didn’t hear my phone ring at all. There was one text from Peyton and as much as I wanted to delete and ignore it, it could be work related. It better only be work related. I opened the ones from Harry first and called him back as soon as I read them. He answered on the second ring.

“Reagan?”

“Harry what did you need last night are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t answer last night I was so tired.” There was a pause on the line before he answered.

“Where are you?” His voice was groggy like he had just woken up, but there was an urgency to it at the same time.

“I’m at the hotel getting ready to shower and leave for work. Are you alright Harry?” I could hear rustling on the other end of the line as if he were getting out of bed before he spoke again.

“I’m coming over.”

“Harry I have to work in two hours.”

“It doesn’t take me two to get to the hotel! I need to see you, I’m on my way.”

Harry hung up before I could protest and I rose from the bed and rushed to the shower. I was so tired last night that I didn’t even bother to change out of my clothes. I ripped them off of me as if they were diseased and got in allowing the water to cascade down my body. I felt like it had been years since I was able to shower even though it had only been a day. I will never do that again...ever, I felt so nasty and unladylike. I washed my hair and shaved taking in the amazing feeling of the water hitting my skin and the soap suds running off of my body until I heard a knock at my door.

“Reagan!” Harry. I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a towel drying off as much as I could before I answered the door. There were dark puffy circles around Harry’s eyes but they widened and he took his lower lip into his mouth as he looked me up and down.

“It’s usually polite to let a guest in glasses.”

“Oh, right..sorry.”

I stepped aside and closed the door forgetting that I was blocking his way. He sounded so urgent on the phone like he needed something or had something to tell me, but now he seems calm. His eyes however are telling me something different.

“Whats up H.? Are you okay?” He looked at me and what I saw in his eyes not even two minutes ago was gone. Sometimes his disorder can be a gift and a curse if he wants to hide how he’s feeling. This time it’s a gift, but there are still circles there.

“I’m fine.” Liar.

“Did you have nightmare?”

“No.” He shifted on his feet getting annoyed by my questioning.

“Well you clearly didn’t sleep well because your eyes-”

“Shut up Reagan.” Harry gave me a grin that didn’t reach his eyes and cleared his throat before he spoke again.

“I...You didn’t....I just wanted apologize for snapping at you yesterday. I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday...” Harry trailed off and began to look around the suite. He really hasn’t been here that many times. I’m usually always at his house.

I was shocked by his apology. Usually when we fight, especially about matters pertaining to Peyton, they’re explosive and end up leaving me with a panic attack and him being nasty towards me or not talking to me for days, or a month and a half.

“Oh...It’s okay Harry. I should have told you. It’s my fault too.”

Harry opens his mouth as if he were going to speak before he closed it again and nodded his head up and down agreeing with my statement. He crosses the room only having to take two steps before he gets to me pulling me against him, resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you glasses...You know that right?”

“Yes.” I know without a shadow of a doubt.

He grins making his dimples show, but once again it’s not going to his eyes. There’s something amiss here, but instead of starting another morning riot I leave it alone. Harry kisses me and nips playfully at my lower lip. I open my mouth to give his tongue access. The kiss deepens taking me away from reality momentarily before my focused side snaps me back into the now. Get dressed, fix your hair, do your make-up! Yes its Saturday, but seeing as how you’re living the life of an adult slave you have to work! I pulled away from Harry, wishing that I had a mute button for my own thoughts and he scowled from the loss of contact.

“Reagan..” He groaned. I know what it means when he says my name that way. I shook my head no and changed the subject before I headed for the bathroom. I want him too, but I don’t want to lose my job and I can’t imagine having sex on my period.

“Do you have session today?”

“Yes.” He answered annoyed and I chuckled seeing the expression on his face even though I wasn’t in the room with him. I grabbed my tampons out of my bag and froze putting them behind my back when I heard footsteps coming my way.

“I...What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Can you stand in the hall so I can finished getting ready please?”

“Why? I’ve seen you naked already no surprise factor there...What’s behind your back? What are you hiding?” I took a step back as he stepped forward smiling as the look in his eyes became somewhat playful, yet still shaded by something else.

“What are you hiding?” I repeated his question to him and within seconds the playful spark vanished.

“Nothing...What time do you have to be at work?”

“Eight-thirty.” I put one hand on his abs and kept the other behind my back holding the tampon box, lightly pushing him backwards trying to get him out of the bathroom but it was like trying to push a bolder. His muscles flexed under my hand and it caused electricity to pulse through me.

“You’re hard...Your abs are hard.” I shook my head and corrected myself.

“I am and they are too, yes.” Harry grabbed my hand and put it over the zipper of his dark wash skinny jeans causing me to let out a breath I didn’t know that I was holding. I closed my eyes briefly and reopened them with my hormones raging and my body and time against me.

“Harry we can’t. I can’t.”

H. pulled me closer to him and took the tampon box from behind my back allowing me to take in his scent making me go dizzy by how good he smelled. I need him, I want him, and the fact that I can’t take him right now is making the closeness of our bodies drive me crazy.

“You can and we will. It’s only a quarter to seven. I’ll drive you to work.” Harry kissed me again and threw the box in the sink reminding me of my dilemma. I pulled my lips away just enough for me to talk, but still feel his lips against mine.

“Harry, my period...”

Harry pressed his lips into a hardline while furrowing his eyebrows and went to the linen closet grabbing a towel before he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

He placed the towel on the bed, spreading it to cover the light lavender and cream linen of the bed sheets before he turned to me pulling me closer. He looked down at me while tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead causing the small gesture to send a tremor down to the most delicate part of me. The look in his eyes that I noticed earlier made an appearance again only for a seconds as he blinked it away and started to place light feather kisses from the top of my head, down the bridge of my nose, all the way down to my lips pausing there as he placed his hands over mine.

His touch was much more mesmerizing than usual as he placed my hands by my side and looked into my eyes unfolding my bath towel from around me and letting it fall to the floor. I couldn’t help the goose bumps that arose on my mildly damp skin as harry brought me close to him again, this time chest to chest. Our breathing matched, but my heartbeat sped up in my rib cage surely fast enough for him to hear and feel. This is going to be more personal and intimate than all of our other encounters combined. Harry kissed me passionately slipping his tongue into my mouth gently messaging mine as he walked me backwards toward the bed.

Our lips broke contact when I felt the bed graze the back of legs tickling them slightly, adding to the intoxicating sensation of Harry’s hands rubbing up and down the naked skin on my sides. My body had ignited under the soft pads of his fingertips. I’m not sure if it was the taboo sense of what we were about to do, or the way that Harry was handling me with such care, but my hormones intensified as he continued with his ministrations allowing his hands to come up to my breast cupping them as his thumb flicked over my sensitive nipples.

“Mm Harry.” I moaned and leaned into his touch before I grabbed the back of his head allowing my fingers to play in the curls at the nape of his neck. Harry detached his lips from mine only to remove his shirt and reheated the kiss while unbuttoning his pants. He nudged me lightly to sit down on the towel and I did what he wanted me to do.

My subconscious became self-conscious as I lie back on the bed, watching Harry as he removed his pants and boxer briefs after taking a condom out of his pocket. This is so foreign. Should we be doing this right now? It’s not appropriate. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to be a mess and so gross. My mind starts to run away with me as H. positioned himself at the apex of my thighs interlocking his right hand with my left, something that he had done I believe, since his subconscious knew that he loved me.

Our eyes met again and this time the unreadable look in his never left. I could tell that he wanted it too, but this time the unnamed emotion fought against him, marking its territory in his dilated irises.

“Tell me if it feels weird and I’ll stop.” Harry’s voice was raspy and it made me think about my first time even though he’s being gentler with me now than he was then. I nodded my head and his eyes stayed on mine intently searching for any sign of discomfort as he slid into my lower lips setting a steady pace. My mouth flew open in an 'o' shape and my eyebrows knitted at the sensation as he continued to roll his hips. He was obviously confused by my reaction because he stopped moving and was getting ready to pull out when I stopped him.

“NO what are you doing?!”

“Does it hurt? You’re making a weird face like it hurts. Do you have cramps?”

His question threw me off but I answered it in hopes that he would continue.

“No it doesn’t hurt H. please?! It feels sooo good. I like it.” My earlier inhibitions had since left. I get more aroused around the time of the month than I do usually anyway and now I know why. I’ve clearly been missing out on something great. I grab Harry’s sides pulling him back towards me causing him to snicker before he enters me again and begins the buildup of the explosion that’s bound to occur.

“Mmm FUCK HARRY! Yess! So Good! Harder!” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my sentence was barely coherent, but I know he likes it when I’m vocal. H. groaned and sped up his pace putting one of my feet of his chest leaving the other wrapped around his waist as he shifted our position and bent down closer to me. He filled me deeply and I could feel my legs going numb as the pressure that was building in the pit of my stomach got bigger. I was sent over the edge, cursing and shaken by the intensity of my orgasm.

Harry continued to fuck me as I came undone making a second wave of pressure build up in my stomach again and I pulsated and tightened around his thick length once more causing him to lose it himself.

“Oh Fuck Reagan!” His arms shook as he tried to keep himself from collapsing on me and his chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He spilled into the condom then pulled out of me shakily after kissing my lips. He then grabbed a few tissues out of the fancy aluminum tissue box that the Savoy provides on the night stand disposing of the condom and then looking at me, making my uncertainties come back.

“What? Is there blood...” I trailed off and my face turned red and as I stood up from the bed and Harry laughed at my embarrassment, this time having a smile that reached his eyes.

“No. I mean there was a little, but not enough to be significant. It wasn’t messy, or gross...you might want to wipe off with a warm towel though. Now stop worrying about it and go get ready for work so you won’t be late like yesterday.”

I nodded my head and rushed to the bathroom to refresh myself before I came back into the room to find Harry fully dressed on the bed looking at his phone. He jumped a little when I came in but continued to concentrate on the device as I got dressed. I didn’t have enough time to do anything nice with my hair so I pulled it back into a neat French braid leaving a few tendrils to fall and frame my face as we got into the car.

The ride was silent and Harry turned on the radio to fill the lack of conversation. It was a comfortable silence, but the look on his face made it seem as if it was there because he was in deep thought. When we pulled up to the university, Harry snapped himself out of his daze and looked over by the doors where Peyton stood yesterday and right now. My stomach tightened and I began to get nervous when they made eye contact. Harry’s facial expression hardened somewhat before he looked back at me smiling showing off both of his dimples, I could tell that he was bothered by Peyton’s presents however because his body stayed tense contradicting the look on his face.

“Have a good day and all that other gooey shit that people say when they drop someone off for a few hours.” I laughed and slapped his arm.

“You’re so sweet Harold.” His smile turned into a grin before he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me, leaving me breathless.

“Do me a favor?” I nodded my head and put my hand on the handle getting ready to tear myself away from him.

“Tell him to stay out of the pub. The next time he comes in I’ll break his jaw!” Harry’s expression hardened again before he pecked my lips leaving me utterly confused.

Notes

Hi guys HELLO NEW SUBSCRIBERS AND WELCOME :D ! I updated a long chapter because I love you! Thank you all for the comments I love read reading them all of them are so inspirational! I love getting reactions out of you all it means I must be doing something right lol. So what did you think of this chapter? H. went to Reagan, but why was he so jittery? What will Reagan say to Peyton when she goes into work? I cant wait to post the next few chapters for you guys ;) I have so much in store for you! LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING AND BE SURE TO COMMENT, LEAVE FEED BACK AND VOTE IF YOU'RE ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR!!! Xx

Comments

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4/1/14

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4/1/14

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4/1/14