Free All In by Molly Bryant Page B

doubt my confessing I was in love with her was a good idea at this point early on in our relationship. Although, in the last four years I have come to know Harlow and the good person that she is. There was a fine line between my crushing on her and falling in love with her. Who knew all it would take is a few personal days with her to bring me to this point. I hope she doesn’t think that I expect her to say it back, because I don’t. The last thing I want her to do is think I am pressuring her in any way at all.
    “Are you still going to stay with me tonight, babe?” I asked, parking in front of my building. I was scared of what her answer might be.
    “Of course, silly,” she touched her tiny fingers to my cheek. “Why wouldn’t I?”
    “I don’t know,” I shrugged. I was being insecure and completely ridiculous. “Harlow?”
    “Yeah,” I grabbed her hand and held it.
    “Thank you,” I stared at our hands in my lap.
    “For what?” she asked softly.
    “My mom,” I smiled, remembering her smile. “I have no idea what you just did, but for the first time I feel hope for her and it's because of you,” I brought her hand to my lips, kissing the back of her hand.
    “You're welcome,” she smiled thoughtfully. “Everyone has hope, they just need a reason to believe in it, Vice.”
    That hope is Harlow... she carries hope around her like an aura.
    We hopped out of the car and walked inside. Skip apparently was out on the town, the house was dark and silent. I set my car keys on the counter top and took my shoes off by the front door. Harlow didn’t say anything as she walked to the huge bay windows along our living room wall that overlooked Vegas. Not bothering to turn on any lights, I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I placed my chin on her shoulder.
    “So beautiful and peaceful,” she whispered. “From up here it seems that way, you know. Not so loud, and crazy… not a worry in the world,”
    “Sometimes, at night when I’m by myself which isn’t all that often, I will stand here for awhile and just stare at all the lights,” I whispered in her ear. “It is amazing, isn’t it?”
    “I love you, Vice,” the words came out fast. So fast and quiet, I almost didn’t catch them. She turned in my arms, facing me. “I love you,” she said again, much slower this time.
    I kissed her. Not in a heated, moment of passion type of kiss like I was used to kissing her. This kiss was different. I kissed her with love, with fervor, with patience.
    “Make love to me,” her blue eyes were full of profound desire.
    Within the last few days with Harlow, I hadn’t really, really looked at her the way I am looking at her right now. I see her as more than my crush, more than just her being perfect, and beautiful… I was truly seeing Harlow for the first time. I took in every inch of color displayed on her perfect skin. Ink that I solely had put on her. Every inch of this gorgeous female was mine, including my art. I had forever marked her with a piece of me.
    I had been staring at her, profoundly taking in every detail of Harlow as much as a body needs oxygen to breathe. It was hypnotic the way her eyes closed, how her lips were slightly parted with every pant of air, and the way her blonde hair fell in her face. I hadn’t even noticed that I was in a slow mesmerized rhythm, her legs tightly wrapped around my hips.
    “Vice,” she breathed against my lips.
    I was throbbing, her core like a waterfall of liquid heat around me. It was the best sex of my life. I had never had an experience like this one before. Then again, I have never truly been in love with anyone. I never thought it was possible to mix feelings and emotions with sex. The feelings that had coursed from my dick, to my heart, then to my brain were invigorating. A complete breath of fresh air.
    “Oh, wow,” I breathed, placing my head upon her chest. I wanted to stay inside of her forever, never pull out. I felt comfort,