“No problem,” Everett mutters, looking between Harlen and me.

“Not a big deal,” Mic states with a shrug, having no idea he’s saving me thousands of dollars, so it’s not just a big deal; it’s a huge one. Now, instead of saving for the door, I can buy a bed for my guest room.

“How much do I owe for this?” I ask, and Harlen’s fingers dig into my hip, so I look up at him.

“Babe.” He shakes his head in what I guess is an answer. It’s just one I don’t get.

“Babe what?”

His eyes search mine, then he mutters, “We’ll talk about it later.” He brushes his lips over mine before letting me go and heading toward the door.

“Does anyone want coffee?” I question the room at large. Getting three no’s in return, I climb up on the stool holding Dizzy and sip my coffee, watching the guys work. An hour in, I get bored and decide I should be productive, so I start a load of laundry and pull out the dry mop and my other cleaning supplies to start cleaning my house.

Pulling yet another load of laundry out of the dryer, I take it back to the bedroom and empty the basket, dumping the clothes on the bed. Picking up one of Harlen’s shirts from the pile I just dumped, I look at the bed and the laundry I’ve already folded, and seeing the piles of his clothes mixed in with mine, warmth settles over me.

“Guys are gone,” Harlen says, stepping into the bedroom, and I stop folding his shirt in my hands. Looking from him to the clock, I see it’s already after three. The guys were here before I got up at nine, so they were here for over six hours. I ordered them pizza at one, but they still deserved more than that—like me being able to tell them thank you before they left.

“I didn’t get to thank them.”

“You said it earlier, and said it again when you got them pizza and beer.”

“Yeah, but that was before it was done.” I finish with his shirt then drop it onto a pile of his other ones that I already folded.

“They know you appreciate what they did,” he replies, getting close and touching his lips to the top of my head. “Dizzy’s been in and out a dozen times already, so he appreciates it too.”

“You have a lot of stuff in my laundry,” I blurt, and his body goes solid next to mine.

“What?”

“Um… I… You have a lot of stuff in my laundry.” I wave my hand at the bed and he looks to where I’m pointing.

“Okay.”

“Should I clean out a few drawers for you?” I ask, and his eyes come back to me, completely blank. “Ignore me. It’s too soon. That was stupid.” I shake my head then let out a loud squeak when I’m no longer on my feet but flying through the air and landing on the bed, bouncing with clothes scattering around me.

“Harlen, you just messed up the clothes I spent all day folding!”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls, ripping my sweats and panties down my legs.

“I’m not refold— oh God!” I cry out, as his big hands spread my legs and he dips his head, licking up between my folds then pulling my clit into his mouth.

“Like I said, I don’t fucking care,” he repeats, before diving at me again, this time using his fingers and his mouth. Tossing one leg then the other over his shoulders, he devours me. “Fuck yes, ride my face,” he urges, and I do. I lift my hips, grinding myself against his mouth until I come, and do it hard, with my hands in his hair, holding him to me. Coming back to myself, my eyes flutter open and I watch him get undressed, then watch him crawl up onto the bed. My legs spread to make room for him, but he shakes his head. “You’re gonna sit on my face and suck me off.”

“What?” I whisper, holding his stare, and he moves, adjusting me until he has me where he wants me, sitting with my legs spread over his mouth and my hands to his thighs. He leans up, licking me, then leans back to order, “Suck me off, Harmony.”

Oh God. Swallowing, I look at his cock in front of me and wrap my fingers around him. Hot, hard, and silky smooth, we’ve never done this before. I’ve given him head, but never like this. “Harmony.” Hearing the warning in his tone and seeing his hips lift, I lower my head, taking him deep then sliding him out, circling my tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck yeah.”

He pulls my hips down to his mouth and I whimper around his cock as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Oh God,” I breathe, after I release him from my mouth with a pop as his fingers join his mouth.

“Suck me,” he growls against me. The sound sending a jolt of pleasure right between my legs and through every single inch of me. “Now.”

Sliding my hand down and up, I take him deep, all the way to the back of my throat before sliding him back out and going back for more. Every time I take him deep, he rewards me with his mouth, so I go for it over and over until my pussy starts to spasm and his cock starts to throb against my tongue.

Yes! My mind screams, as he sends me over the edge, and then he’s lifting me off his mouth and impaling me on his cock, my pussy still contracting from my orgasm. I lift and fall down on him hard, leaning forward my hands to his knees, feeling his hands on my ass spreading me open, too far gone to be embarrassed about this position. I ride him frantically until I hear him groan and know he’s coming. I’m coming too, so I pick up the pace and ride it out of him and myself, and only once I’m completely spent, do I slow down to a glide.

Falling forward, my body exhausted, I close my eyes.

“I’m moving in,” I hear him rumble behind me, and my eyes open. He sits up, pulling me off him, and then he turns me to straddle his lap. “Lease is up in two months. I’m moving in when that happens.”

“You are?” I whisper, really happy about that plan.

“You okay with that?” he asks, studying me, and my nose stings.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He runs his fingers through my hair, and I fall into him, resting my head against his chest under his chin and wrapping my arms around him under his.

“We can trade out your bedroom set for mine,” I whisper into his skin, and his arms tighten around me.

“Works for me.” I figured it would. My bed is nice, but his bed is awesome; plus, his is a California King. It will take up more room, but it will be worth it.

“So two months?”

“I gotta pay rent for two more months. Doesn’t mean we can’t start getting things sorted.”

“You’re moving in.” I repeat feeling tears sting my nose.

“Yeah, baby.”

“This makes me happy,” I whisper, seeing his eyes smile right before I lose them when he kisses me and I kiss him back. Yes I totally love him.

Chapter 10

Harlen

TAKING A PULL FROM MY BEER, I laugh at something Wes says to Everret then look down at my cell when it starts to vibrate on top of the bar.

“Hey, Angel,” I answer, standing from the chair and lifting my middle finger to the men around me when they start to talk shit.

“Hey, honey. I… oh God… don’t freak out.”

“What is it?” I bark, hearing the freaked tone of her voice, and the vibe around me shifts, going alert, the noise in the room coming to a halt.

“I went to the bathroom—not the bathroom on my floor, but the one on the first floor, because I wanted to get a coffee from the gift shop, and that bathroom is closer to the gift shop.”

“Do I need to know all this for you to get to the point?” I ask, dropping my eyes to my boots and losing patience.

“Well… I guess not,” she mutters, the line going quiet.

“Harmony?” I grit out through my teeth. Wes raises a brow and I shake my head.

“I overheard two nurses talking about Dr. Hofstadter in the restrooms. One of them was crying—not normal crying, she was sobbing. She said that he cornered her and touched her. Then he told her that if she told anyone about what he did, he’d have her fired.”

“Fuck.” I tip my head back, my fist flexing. It’s been three weeks since we had dinner with her parents and grandparents, three weeks since Evan started digging into things at the hospital, and he still hasn’t found out why those nurses lost their jobs. He did find out there are three men with the last name Hofstadter on the board at the hospital. One of them is the CEO, which is probably why Dr. Dick thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants without any kind of blowback.