Trouble With Harry (8 page)

Mitch shot a look across the room to Harry. “Los Angeles.”

“Los Angeles! That’s clear across the country!” How the hell had Edie gotten to Los Angeles? It would take days by train to get there.

“And it’s worse than I thought.” Mitch stared down at the picture on the black box, his face set in grim lines.

“What?” Harry hurried back to look over Mitch’s shoulder. There in vivid colors was a picture of Edie sprawled in the middle of a huge round bed, her fiery red hair spread out on royal blue satin sheets. And she was completely naked from the tip of her head to the garishly red polish on her toenails. Every pale inch of her skin glowed like a beacon and her eyes beckoned to the viewer, a sinful, sexy smile curled her lips. Harry’s cock rose in immediate response.

Mitch shook his head. “She’s a fuckin’ porn star, Harry.”

Chapter Five

Trapped in the act of making a porn film, Edie fought to keep the tears from slipping through her clenched eyelids. She could only blame herself and her misplaced vanity. Hadn’t she wished herself into this situation?

The bed shimmied beneath Edie, thunder rumbled in the distance and the lights behind her eyelids dimmed momentarily. Then a warm wet tongue lapped her folds, laving her tenderly.

Too late.

She’d been licked by a stranger. Her first time was with someone she didn’t even know, in front of cameras and a room full of people.

She wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

The teasing tongue stopped. “Edie?” Harry’s voice drifted through her misery. “Where the hell are we?”

Her eyes popped open and she stared down at Harry nestled between her legs. Magnificent, naked Harry. He’d been the one to initiate her into the beauty of oral sex, not the crass stranger.

“Oh Harry, my wish turned out so wrong. I wanted to be the most desirable woman, but not this.” Too stunned to move, she waved her hand at the lighting, cameras and audience of technicians.

“Edie, don’t you see what I see?” Still between her legs, he smoothed a hand over her flat stomach. “You are a very desirable, beautiful woman.”

“I am?” She sniffled.

“Yes, and you taste like heaven.” His gaze met hers as he dipped down to tongue her clit.

The crude setting faded away and all Edie could see was Harry worshiping her with his mouth. His fingers slipped between her folds finding the little sensitive nub she’d only stimulated herself on the few occasions she’d tried her hand at masturbation. The warm, moist texture of his tongue touched her, sending fire blasting through her blood and her pulse throbbing against the walls of her vagina. Liquid lubricant oozed from her, preparing her body for his entry.

He touched her sweet spot again, teasing, tasting and tempting her.

Edie arched off the bed, grasping his hair, crying out almost in pain but mostly in ecstasy. His strokes sent her spiraling upward until she thought she’d explode in the bombardment of sensations. She’d never felt like this—like she was shattering into a million pieces at just the touch of a man’s tongue.

But not any man.

Harry
.

When she drifted back to earth, she pulled at Harry’s hair, tugging him up her length. The fake fur fell to the side exposing her body to his.

Harry crawled between her legs, his torso sliding up her belly, his chest hairs tickling Edie’s breasts.

Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest. She wanted him. Wanted him to fill her to completion, ram his cock inside her until she screamed. Harry brought out the whore in Edie, the greedy, needy nymphomaniac she didn’t know existed inside. She wanted him to fuck her. Fuck her hard.

She opened her legs wide, drawing her knees up until she could hook them with her palms.

Harry pushed up on his arms, poised over her, his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy.

“Fuck me, Harry,” she whispered, loving the carnal sound of the word on her lips. Suddenly empowered by her incredible orgasm, she wanted more of this fabulous man. “Fuck me hard.”

Harry frowned down at her. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. When his cock hit the barrier of her hymen, Edie gritted her teeth and tightened her legs forcing him past the thin layer.

Pain was swift and bittersweet. Soon, Harry was moving within her in long, tender strokes, easing his sex in and out of her tight pussy.

Within seconds, the pain subsided and Edie matched his rhythm, pushing harder to deepen the connection. She wanted him to crawl inside her, become a part of her and hold on forever.

The strokes grew more frantic. Harry pushed up to his knees and held her hips in his hands, his balls slapping against her buttocks, the smacking sound accentuating the erotic fervor.

Edie draped her legs up over Harry’s shoulders and clutched at the satin sheets with her fists. Her body tensed again as she shot to the top and spasmed into a second, full release.

Harry rammed into her again and held her steady as his body shuddered. His eyes clenched shut, while the hands gripping her hips squeezed so tightly, Edie knew she’d have bruises. Then Harry collapsed over her gathering her into his arms, while he dragged air into his lungs.

“Cut!” A voice shouted beyond the bank of lights. “That wasn’t in the script. You call that foreplay? Where’s the foreplay? People pay for hours of foreplay. The public wants porn, not a quick fuck. Fuckin’ hell, we’ll have to start over. And we’ll need clean sheets.”

Oh geez. She and Harry had just performed in front of a freakin’ camera. Had she completely lost her mind? Their lovemaking would be on celluloid for all to view. Including her father!

“Oh Harry, what have we done?” Edie said against Harry’s chest.

He tipped her head back until he could see into her eyes. “We just made love.”

Edie laughed and hiccoughed on a sob. “I know. But here?”

“It’s as you wished.” He drew the sheets up over her nakedness and ran a thumb over her lip.

Kissing the tip of his tongue she whispered, “I wish we were back in my apartment.”

The light shimmered again, and the satin sheets changed beneath her into the comforting brushed cotton sheets of her own bed. When she opened her eyes, her favorite print of a Golden Retriever stared down at her in the dim lighting. A heavy weight pressed against her from her breasts to her groin. And someone’s penis filled the space inside her.

“Harry?”

* * * * *

“I’m here, Edie.” Harry pushed up on his forearms and stared down at Edie. Her warmth surrounded his cock, the tight walls of her vagina making him hard again. What had he done? “Good lord, Edie.” He jerked backward, sliding out to the end of his shaft.

But the woman beneath him gasped and clasped his naked buttocks before he could free himself of her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think.” He leaned on one elbow and trailed a hand over her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” Then he slapped his palm against his forehead and groaned. “Oh God, you were a virgin!” Again, he tried to pull out of her.

But she didn’t let him. “So?”

“So, I’ve ruined you and in front of witnesses.” He dropped his head to her breasts. “Oh, Edie, I’m so sorry.”

“Are you really?” Her voice shook.

When he lifted his head, Harry could see the tears glistening on the edges of her eyelashes. “I’m not sorry I had the pleasure of your body, but I’m sorry I took your virginity. Hell, I can’t give it back.”

“Did I ask for it back?” She raised a hand to his face, her soft fingers caressing the stubble on his jaw. “Thank you, Harry.” Her words were humble and he could tell they were spoken from her heart.

“For what? I’ve ruined you.” This nightmare was going from bad to worse for this gentle, sweet woman. How could he have let this happen?

She smiled a soft, secret smile and her face glowed with her beauty. “I always thought I’d die a virgin.”

“This was a huge mistake, I should have had the wherewithal to stop when I realized you were a virgin. This is all my fault.”

“Edie? Harry?” Mitch’s voice called out from the other side of the bedroom door.

Before Harry could react, the door flung open and Mitch raced in.

“Edie! Thank God! We were so worried and then Harry disappear—” Mitch’s words and feet ground to a halt and his jaw dropped. “What the hell?”

“Mitch, I can explain—” Edie started.

But Mitch’s eyes narrowed and his lips firmed into a hard line. He marched up to Harry, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him off Edie. “You dirty son of a bitch!”

Harry, struggling to get his feet beneath him, didn’t see the fist until it connected with his jaw. Pain shot through his head and he staggered back falling across the bed and Edie.

“Mitch!” Edie screamed and lunged over Harry, her naked body covering his. “Are you insane?”

“He had no right to take advantage of you.” Mitch shook his hand and rubbed the top of his knuckles. “No right. Yee-ouch!”

Harry peered beneath Edie’s breasts dangling over his face. Despite the ache radiating throughout his face and head, he couldn’t help staring at the pearly white orbs sprinkled with delicate freckles and tipped with rosy brown nipples.

“Good grief, Harry. Can’t you turn it off? The woman’s had enough.” Mitch leaned closer. “Edie, you’re bleeding. For chrissakes, let me at him.” Mitch reached down to pull Edie off Harry.

Edie stood on her knees pressing her hands against Mitch’s chest. “It’s okay, Mitch. Harry didn’t hurt me.” She glanced back at Harry. Her blush spread from her cheeks down to her milky breasts. “Really, he didn’t hurt me.”

“Then what the hell happened and why was he fucking you?” Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze running the length of Edie and lingering on the blood staining her inner thigh.

Guilt warred with anger filling Harry’s chest. He shouldn’t have forced himself on Edie, but the other man had no right to stare at her like that.

“Mitch, let us get some clothes on and we can talk,” Edie said.

Harry sat up. “Yeah, we need to talk.” He didn’t want to talk, he wanted to punch Mitch, and then throw Edie back on the bed and make love to her some more. Her smooth body loomed next to him smelling of sex and wild flowers.

“Shut up, you bastard.” Mitch shrugged Edie’s hands off and brought his fists up again. “And don’t ever touch her again. She deserves better.”

“And you think you’re better?” Harry pushed to his feet, at a distinct disadvantage with all his body parts exposed, but prepared to take on Mitch.

“Yeah, I do.” Mitch’s chest swelled out and he stepped closer.

“Enough.” Edie shoved in between them with a hand on each man’s chest. “Both of you get out of my bedroom.”

Harry hesitated, not ready to back down.

Mitch held his ground.

Then the telephone rang, that odd chirping noise Edie had assured him was one of the ways they sounded in the twenty-first century.

“Fine. You can kill yourselves for all I care.” She yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her as she dove for the phone on the third ring. “Hello? Mr. Baumgartner? No, you’re not calling too late. No, I wasn’t doing anything important.” She shot a frown at the two men.

Harry focused his attention on Edie and her conversation. Why was her boss calling her at home? Instinct told him her boss’s call was for more than curiosity.

“No sir, I told you what I knew back at the museum. No sir, I didn’t stay much longer. I’ll start work on it as soon as I get to the museum in the morning.” Edie grimaced. “Early? How early? Yes sir. I’ll be in at seven-thirty sharp. Yes, sir. Good night, sir.”

Edie punched a button on the phone and set it on her nightstand. “How odd.”

“What did he want?” The confused look on Edie’s face made Harry’s skin crawl.

“He asked me again if I found anything in the sarcophagus.” Edie’s gaze connected with Harry’s. “He never calls me at home. And his voice was jerky, like he was nervous.”

“Why would your boss be nervous?” Mitch asked.

“I don’t know.” Edie answered. “He had some woman call today about the find, but he didn’t seem nervous then.”

“Why don’t you get your clothes on? I’ll do the same.” Harry didn’t like the feel of this. He strode to her bedroom door and waited for Mitch to follow before he stepped into the living room and grabbed the clothes stacked on the couch.

Edie closed her bedroom door. “Something has to be making him nervous,” she called through the wooden panels.

“Yeah, but what?” Harry wondered out loud. He slid his legs into a pair of blue denim jeans and pulled a stretchy shirt over his head.

“Hey, I’m gonna jump in the shower,” she said. “See if you can find something to eat in the fridge.”

“Fridge?” Harry looked across at the other man.

“Man, you are pathetic,” Mitch grumbled, and jerked his head to the side. “Come on, let me acquaint you with the art of twenty-first century cooking.”

Despite the mystery surrounding Mr. Baumgartner’s call, Harry’s stomach rumbled. “I guess I am a bit hungry. You sure you aren’t going to poison me?”

“Much as the idea appeals to me, Edie would kill me if I poisoned you. When was the last time you ate?”

With a snort, Harry followed Mitch into the kitchen. “Over eighty years ago.”

“Dude, you must be hungry.”

“Yeah a little.” He patted his flat stomach. “All that activity.”

Mitch turned around. “You want me to punch you again?”

“Try it.” Harry cocked an eyebrow, beginning to enjoy how easily Mitch rose to his bait. “I’ll be ready this time.”

* * * * *

Edie stood beneath the spray, letting the hot water soak into her sore muscles. Making love was a workout. Familiar with the treadmill and exercise bicycle, she hadn’t realized sex worked an entirely different muscle grouping. She rubbed soap into her pubic hair and downward. Her labia and the entrance to her vagina were swollen and tender, a throbbing ache to remind her what she’d done.

Regret should have set in by now. But Edie couldn’t regret Harry. He’d done her a great service saving her from a fate worse than death. Terminal virginity. She giggled out loud at her own silly musings. The sound echoed against the shower walls. She hadn’t laughed much and giggling wasn’t something an educated woman normally did. But it made her feel so good. Her mother had filled the house with laughter before she was murdered.