I locked the door gently and inhaled the air of dawn.
Ah, Sundays. I love Sundays.
The weather was warmer than usual. I thought about changing to a tank top and shorts, but I shook the idea off. I was too lazy to change and besides, a shirt and a pair of yoga pants would definitely help me sweat today.
I flexed my neck and arms, ready to begin my weekly run.
I made sure my shoes were tied properly first. I left our lawn, heading straight to the empty road of the village. The sky was still a little dark and the first rays of sunshine weren't visible yet.
I started to walk, warming myself up with Fifth Harmony's latest album booming on my ears. I glanced at Harry's house and just like the other houses in the neighborhood, the doors were shut and the lights were off.
The sultry scenes that I witnessed last night rushed back inside my brain. I wasn't even running yet and beads of sweat were already forming on my forehead.
Christ, Jade. It's just 5 in the morning and you're already a mess. It's Sunday for God's sake.
Ashamed of myself, I decided to start jogging to preoccupy my mind. I focused on my every step and to singing the lyrics of Worth It. The lively beat was perfect for my run. I could feel the back of my shirt slowly sticking on my skin because of sweat.
I reached the village's playground. It was deserted as always. The neighborhood wakes up late on Sundays, except me. I didn't know why I love running every Sunday. I wasn't a gym buff, but jogging around the village on this day became a habit for me.
I headed to the basketball court beside the children's playground. Teenage boys would occupy this spot later and Dirk would be one of them.
A gentle tap on my shoulder startled me, making me almost scream. I turned around. Harry was standing in front me, wearing only a pair of shorts and running shoes. His hair was a bit scattered to his face. He was panting and sweating, and my mind took a swerve to the dirty lane.
This image, the Harry standing in front of me, was like the ecstatic Harry I saw last night through my window when he was fucking the shit out of the girl. Panting hard, hair all over his face, rolls of sweat glistening on his skin.
"Jade, are you okay?"
I blinked. His voice pulled me back to my senses.
"What?" I stuttered, removing my earbuds.
He grinned, his breathing slowing down. "I was asking if you're okay. I tapped your shoulder and you like, zoned out when you saw me. Did I startle you?"
"Oh," I muttered, letting out forced giggles. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit lost today," I replied nervously.
"I can tell," he laughed softly. He pulled his hair away from his face, then quickly tied it in a bun. "Sorry if I look like a mess. I kinda went hard with my run today." He said, smiling while wiping his face with a towel.
The word hard clang in my ears. The steamy clips played in my head again, reminding me how hard he thrust, gripped, spanked and fucked last night.
My legs twitched involuntarily. Shit. This wasn't good.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked worryingly.
I swallowed thickly. "Absolutely," I croaked. "Uh, I have to go home. Dirk will be up in a few minutes, I have to cook our breakfast," I told him, eager to excuse myself. The hell with running. I already sweat the life out of me just by seeing him.
"I'll walk with you. I'm going home as well," he said, and I really wanted to say no but I didn't want to be rude.
We started to walk. I had to stop myself from staring at his muscles too much.
"What are you listening to?" he asked, curious.
"Uhm, Fifth Harmony."
"Those girls are hot. I like the beat of their songs."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"What's your favorite album at the moment?" he asked again, looking at me while we're walking.
I couldn't even look at his eyes. I took my glance down to my shoes. "Uh, I really liked The Weekend's new album."
"Good taste," he said, nodding. "I started listening to him when I heard Earned It. He's got sexy tunes."
"Yeah, he does," I managed to say despite the lyrics of Earned It floating in my head and connecting them to Harry.
Dammit, Jade. Stop relating everything to his sexual escapades. Have mercy on yourself.
He halted. That's when I realized that we're already in front of his house.
"See you around, Jade," he told me, grinning. "And stay away from coffee for a bit. It can mess up your nerves sometimes," He winked, then ran inside his house.
The only thing that's messed up right now is my underwear.
I cursed myself and sprinted to our house. I quickly went to my room and headed straight to the shower. I removed all my clothes off and jumped in the water right away. I badly needed something to wash this heat off.
I just stood there, letting the warm water slide on my skin. I shut my eyes, thinking how embarrassing I was earlier.
I should get a fucking grip. God. I couldn't be like that every time I see Harry.
I started to blame the erotic books I was reading lately. Jeez. They were slowly eating my mind.
Come on, Jade. You know it's not just the thing to blame.
My breathing turned fast upon remembering Harry. He and his wild nights.
I should really stop watching him. He was messing me big time.
You know you can't do that, Jade. You need to do it for your stories. He gives you ideas, ideas that you will never think about alone. He's a big help. You need him.
Oh Lord, yes. I need him. I need him inside me.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
That's it. I need to let this out or I would be miserable forever.
I rested my back on the cold tiles of the shower room, then slightly opened my legs. I placed my fingers on my sensitive spot. It was already soaked, and not because of water. I closed my eyes, then gently stroked my throbbing mound.
Oh, my. I almost forgot how good it feels. I haven't touched myself for over a year. I was really trying to avoid this. I even had to force myself to sleep last night after seeing Harry going wild with a girl. But I got no other choice. I had to release the lust that was building inside me day by day, or I wouldn't be my proper self again. I had to release them, I knew I had to.
I cupped my breast with my other hand, playing with my hard nipples. I bit my lip. God, it's so good. My head floated in ecstasy as I remembered Harry.
The scenes replayed in my head, everything that happened last night. I started to imagine that I'm the one who's with him. His mouth leaving wet kisses and bites on my neck and breasts, his hands stroking my skin.
I wonder how it would feel to have his tongue in my pussy instead of my fingers. I bit my lip harder, getting high just because of that thought. I'd seen how Harry ate the life out of two girls and both women were obviously blown away. My fingers stroked my slit in furious circles, my brain imagining his tongue swirling on it, his sultry green eyes staring at me.
And just like that, my mouth let out a moan and my body shuddered as I climaxed. I was mind blown. It would usually take a couple of minutes before I orgasm, but everything happened so quickly this time. Maybe that's what happens when you controlled yourself for days.
I was breathing heavily, my knees were shaking, but crap it felt so good. I was expecting to feel a pang of guilt, but surprisingly, I didn't. All I could feel was satisfaction.
I resumed with my shower, dressed up, then cooked breakfast. Dirk left after eating while I did the laundry, cleaned the house and watered the plants while humming my favorite songs. Geez. Who would've thought that a good masturbation could seriously affect my mood?
After eating lunch alone, I went straight to Mrs. Gomez's house to babysit her five-year-old daughter. I used my bike to get there. I saw Harry immediately after stopping in front of Mrs. Gomez's garden. The automotive shop was just in front of her house.
He was busily fixing a car's tire, his biceps tightening while clutching and twisting the wrench. He was wearing a black sleeveless top and a pair of faded jeans. Beside her was a pretty brunette in a tight dress, laughing and chatting with him.
Definitely not the same girl he was with last night. Or the night before.
Mrs. Gomez called my name, inviting me inside. I obeyed, and I glanced at Harry who waved at me. He probably heard my name. I gave him a small wave before entering the house.
After a couple of reminders, Mrs. Gomez left me with Margaret, her daughter. I looked after her for a lot of times now and she's absolutely my favorite because she's always obedient and kind. She would just play with her clay, dolls, and legos.
At 3 in the afternoon, Margaret took a nap. I left her in bed to eat the cupcakes Mrs. Gomez baked for me.
I decided to chill for awhile in the garden. There's a small man-made pond there on the corner of the fence, with twenty coy fishes swimming in the water. I always liked watching them. I took a cupcake with me, then sat beside the pond with my back resting on the fence, admiring the pretty fishes.
"Hello there."
I looked up. Harry was leaning on the fence which only reached his legs. He was shirtless now, his top was hanging on his right shoulder.
I seriously didn't need this right now.
"Hi," I said, wiping my mouth with my finger.
His mouth stretched to a wider smile. "What are you doing there?".
"Babysitting."
"Oh. You're looking after Margaret?" His eyes gleamed with excitement. "I love that kid. She's always polite."
"She really is. She's my favorite."
"Do you babysit a lot?"
"Mostly on weekends."
"You work really hard, huh? Dirk told me that you work in Hollister, too."
I frowned silently in my head. "Please tell me Dirk didn't say embarrassing things about me," I told him.
"Well, I won't tell you. Boys should stick up to each other," he said, followed with a wink.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. But don't believe everything that he says."
"I'm just kidding. I swear he didn't tell me anything. He was just proud of how hard you're working for him and your family."
I smiled, the most genuine smile I ever pulled in front of Harry. Hearing how my brother appreciated my efforts warmed my heart.
He pointed at the cupcake in my hand. "Is that a cupcake?"
"Yeah. Do you want some? I'll get one for you inside."
"Don't bother. I'm fine with that piece. I just want to taste it."
"Uh, this one?" I asked, unsure. "I already ate half of it."
He grinned. "I didn't know you're that greedy when it comes to sweets."
"No, it's not like that!" I protested. "What I meant was, I already took a bite of this cupcake."
He raised a brow. "And so? It's fine if you don't want to share it."
I stretched my arm to him, giving him the cupcake. "Here."
He showed me his hands. "Can't touch them, my hands are a bit dirty. Just put it in my mouth," he proposed, and I wasn't sure if I really saw a tiny smirk on his lips.
Why is God testing me like this?
"Uhm. Okay," I murmured. Harry opened his mouth and I carefully put the cupcake inside. I quickly removed my hand, but his lips caught my index finger for a second and his tongue slightly touched my finger.
Holy shit.
Harry didn't notice that tiny incident. Can't blame him, it happened really fast, but the world seemed to slow down. The very familiar heat was taking over me again.
"It tastes really good," he said. "Did Mrs. Gomez bake them?"
All I could do was nod.
Christ. I came here to work, I sat here in the garden to chill and I really feel attacked right now.
"I have to go back inside," I exclaimed. "Margaret will be up soon," I stood up, not looking at him. I didn't know why but I felt really shy. Dammit.
"Okay," he chirped. "Thanks for letting me taste the cake."
Was it just me or his tone turned playful?
"No problem," I said, then walked to the door without even looking back. I shut the door quickly and closed my eyes to breathe some air.
Crap. Everything started good, I was comfortable for the first time around him! What the hell happened, Jade?!
I looked through the window. Harry was back in the shop. A girl was talking to him again, the girl who was beside him earlier when I arrived.
She went inside her convertible, which was now fixed, I suppose. Harry wore his shirt again and jumped into her car.
Another wild night for Harry the mechanic.
And another part would be added to my series.