All Again

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
HARRY
Then.

It was so good to see her again.
Truly.
I had missed her.
As we drove the rest of the way to the studio, I had to stop myself from pulling over and just grabbing her; just kissing the hell out of her. I had wanted so badly to just jump back into everything.
It had been so hard to have restraint, but somehow I’d managed to have it all day.
From the moment she stepped out of her house, I knew I was fucked.
I had never seen her in a dress before and it immediately did something to me; but I had remained respectful.
All day, I had barely touched her.
I wasn't an idiot and knew we would need to rebuild our friendship slowly.
I had broke her trust and I needed to repair it.
Still, it was a bit awkward to go from where we had been to where we were now.
I mean… I had literally been inside of her less than two months ago.
"How often do you record?” Becca asked beside me.
Our hands were still interlaced and I was about twenty minutes from the studio.
"As much as I can." I said facing her as I came to a stop light. "We're looking at releasing the album in the fall, so we've all been quite busy trying to get it done."
"Is there a rush because Zayn left?" she asked.
"A bit." I said honestly. "Everyone is kind of freaked out we're breaking up so we're trying to put something out soon."
"And do you guys have something close?"
"We're always writing and composing." I said honestly concealing a small yawn. "But nothing concrete."
"You said Niall was the one texting you right?"
"Yeah." I said, driving again as the light turned green.
"Who else will be there?"
"Our producers." Then I turned to her. "Why? Who else do you want there?"
"No one." she said quickly. "I’m just worried no one is going to want me there."
I turned away from her and ignored her comment.
She said the strangest things sometimes.
"No one is going to care Becca." I said truthfully. "And if they do, then we'll just leave. I can always go back another day. Like I said, I’m not recording today." I reminded her.
"Well I don't want to mess with your work Harry."
I sighed loudly, pretending to be annoyed before smiling at her.
"You worry too much." I told her.
"I don't think you worry enough." she said and stuck her tongue out at me.
I chuckled. "Well good. We balance each other then."
She playfully sighed this time and turned the radio up to playfully drown me out. Although, she wasn't expecting the song. We had switched to a Top 40 station a few minutes earlier and it had been playing lowly in the background.
Within seconds, her face lit up and her hands pulled from mine and went to her face in excitement. Like earlier, she began to serenade me and sing an old Pussycat Dolls song.
As she sang the words to 'Don't Cha', I just watched her in amusement.
"I'm taking you to a karaoke bar after this." I remarked as she acted out every word.
It only made her giggle and sing louder.
It was extremely sexy.
I was learning quickly she had no fear with me, and wasn’t afraid to show her playful side.
I cannot count how many girls had been timid with me or reserved because they thought it was what I wanted.
So many girls of my past had thought because I’m quite chill; that I want that in a counterpart.
I don’t.
In fact there’s nothing I like more than someone I can have a good time with.
I'm actually quite playful and have my own quirky ways and the fact that Becca has them as well, just makes me like her more.
As the song came to a close, I was actually disappointed.
I immediately began to shuffle through the stations to find another familiar song so I could watch her sing again.
"I have to see that again." I told her honestly.
"Sorry. One time performance." she said.
"Boo!" I groaned and left the radio station on the original top forty station.
Maybe I would get lucky.
"Sorry." she said running her hands through her hair, trying to smooth it. The wind was still blowing it around and I was grateful. My car was filled with her amazing coconut shampoo. "That use to be one of my favorite songs." she said. "I couldn't resist."
Her smile was innocent and girly.
I smiled. "No that was really good actually. You have a nice voice. Plus I enjoyed watching you sing." I said briefly looking back at her.
I was immediately relieved when she didn’t counter back with 'I sound horrible' or some other negative put down.
I was so use to girls faking coyness as well, but with Becca, she knew she sounded good and she owned that shit.
She simply said "Thanks." and we moved on.
It was incredibly sexy.
When we arrived at the studio ten minutes later, I grabbed our sweaters and we climbed out of the car.
There wasn’t any paparazzi because we were at a private studio that was disguised as an industrial office.
There was barely anyone around.
I took note of Niall's SUV and my producers cars.
Putting my hand on the small of Becca's back, I led her into the building.
My phone was already to my ear as we entered and it only took seconds for me to connect to Niall.
"I'm here." I told him and he agreed to come out and meet us.
When he came out, less than a minute later, his eyes first went to Becca's.
"What are you doing here?" he said to her in what I like to call ’Niall excitement’ and pulled her in for a hug. You would think they were old friends.
"Just rolling." she said giving me a small smile before turning to Niall.
"Oh cool." he said. "Did Harry tell you we weren't recording though?"
His face bared confusion as if that was the sole reason she should be there.
"She's just hanging out." I emphasized and he looked at me strangely.
We had been band mates for almost five years so I knew the look.
This wasn’t something I usually did; especially with women I was interested in.
I was very big on keeping my personal life and professional life, miles and miles apart.
Luckily Becca didn’t understand our hidden language and didn’t catch his curious look.
I placed my hand on her back again and gestured for Niall to lead the way.
He did, but kept his attention on Becca. He asked her about school and what she had been up too, and I browsed my phone.
A friend in London had texted me.
As I quickly returned his message, I kept my ears open for Niall and Becca's conversation. I hadn’t exactly forgotten the last time I had left them together. I smiled to myself as I remembered my jealously from a few months earlier. If only I knew what was around the corner back then. Who knew that before that trip ended that she would end up in my bed.
"How's Melissa?" Becca asked, giving most of her attention to Niall and pulling me from my thoughts.
"She's okay." he said in his thick Irish accent. "I haven't talked to her much recently."
"You broke up?" she asked in concern, but I turned to Niall. I was familiar with his situation because we were in the same boat. We both didn’t have time for dating and women right now.
Casual flings was our world, and I knew he and Melissa were on and off and far from official.
"Just been busy." He answered honestly.
We made it back to the main studio area and I saw my producers Julian and John.
"Hey man." Julian said standing and patting my back.
"Hey." I said and quickly introduced Becca.
She was timid but polite.
Niall took a seat while I grabbed two seats for me and Becca.
I already recognized the music playing in the background. It was a song we had been working on since last year.
After we sat, we all small talked a bit before we began to run through some ideas.
Julian and John played us some tracks and some demos they had recorded and got our opinions.
There were a couple I liked, and one I really wanted to consider, but the meeting really was pointless.
We didn’t write or record anything.
Still, when I looked over at Becca she was completely interested.
Some of the time, she was in her phone texting, but I could tell she was in awe of the creative process.
We stayed about three hours, and when we were on our way out I got a text from my best friend.
"Who is it?" Becca asked curiously as I paused outside of my car, returning the message.
"Jeff. He wants me to stop by a bit." I said climbing in and starting my car.
By now it was a little after ten, and I should have probably gotten Becca home, but I didn’t want too. I was enjoying her company way too much.
I turned to her.
"Are you ready to go back home?" I asked.
She smiled at me and shook her head no.
"Good." I said, putting my car in gear. "Do you mind if we go meet him quick? I promise we won't stay long."
She laid her head back on the headrest.
"Harry I don't care what you do. I'm just happy to hang out."
"Did you like the studio?" I asked.
"I loved it. I'm actually rethinking my career now." she teased.
I chuckled. "Oh really?" I said glancing between her and the road. "Well you know I can help with that." I offered.
She patted my knee. "Well I mean of course… you're going to be my mentor."
"I don't think you need one Ms. Love Me Like You Do." I teased.
She chuckled and turned away from me, looking out of the window at the city around us.
It was a getting a little chiller, so I only kept the windows cracked. Still, I could smell the faint remnants of her shampoo every time the wind blew a piece of her hair.
"Do you want to take the scenic route?" I asked.
"Sure." she said.
I quickly steered us away from town and towards the coast.
"It's so beautiful." she mumbled from her side of the car. "I love it here so much." she said with an appreciative sigh.
"Do you think you'll ever live somewhere else?" I asked.
"I don't know." she said. "It depends on my success I guess. New York really is better for publishing, but...this is home."
I continued to drive, but listened to her intently. The music was on faintly in the background, but I was barely listening to it.
"Do you think you're going to live here mainly?" she asked me.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it depends on what happens with my career too. But I definitely would visit a lot if I don't."
"Are you going to eventually go solo?"
"I don't know." I said honestly. "Probably. But it's not something I'm thinking about yet."
"Oh." she said softly.
"So who were you texting?" I asked casually.
"When?" she asked as our eyes briefly met.
"At the studio."
"Oh friends in town. Word is out that me and Kelsey are back, so people want to make plans."
"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I asked.
She smiled slowly. "No." And then, "Why?"
I shrugged casually but smiled as well. "I don't know."
I looked back at her, hinting with my eyes.
"Well what are you doing tomorrow?" she asked on cue.
I shrugged again, non-committal. "No one has made any plans with me. So..." I let my voice taper off and she smiled at me widely.
"Oh really?" she asked. "Well we might have to change that."
I smiled back and bit my bottom lip. "Maybe we will."
I turned to her.
"But we might have to venture out then. Would you be okay with that?" I asked getting serious.
"Venture out where?" she asked.
"I don't know. We could do breakfast or lunch." I suggested. "I could take you to the Soho House. We could have privacy there."
"Okay." she agreed and gave me a warm smile. "Sounds like a plan."
I smiled as a confirmation and turned back to the road.
Becca continued to focus on the ocean around us and I just enjoyed the moment.
For the past month there had been so many times that I wanted to call her and just check in, but I couldn't because of my own personal issues.
The communication was cut off so abruptly with her and I just hoped I hadn't hurt her. However, when I had called her a few weeks earlier, I could hear the anger in her voice.
I had messed up and I was just grateful she was giving me another chance.
We eventually made it to Jeff's private residence that I stayed at on occasion.
"Is this the Jeff from the coffee shop?" She asked as we climbed out of the car.
I nodded yes and used my key to get in the house.
The action didn't go unnoticed by Becca.
"You live here too?" she asked.
"I told you, I stay with friends a lot." I said simply and entered the house.
I called out Jeff's name to make my presence known; especially since he lived with his girlfriend Glenne as well. I had walked in on them in compromising positions more than once.
"In the kitchen!" we heard called back.
I took Becca's hand and maneuvered her to the back of the house.
When we arrived, we saw Jeff and Glenne at the counter making drinks. Though immediately their eyes went to Becca.
"Hey!" Glenne said warmly giving me a hug and giving a small 'hi' to Becca.
Becca answered her as Jeff set his eyes on me. He was mixing a drink in a shaker.
"Took you long enough man.” he said. “What the hell, did you get lost?”
"Fuck off, I was at the studio." I said with a smile. I turned to Bec.
"This is Becca. Good friend." I said to them. Then I turned to her, "And this is Jeff and Glenne."
"Have we met before?" Jeff asked Becca, studying her.
"We have. I got your coffee for you many months ago." She said softly.
"Oh." Jeff said and then looked at me.
His eyes immediately said he needed details.
I ignored him and gestured for Becca to sit.
"Do you want a drink?" Glenne immediately asked, trying to make Becca feel welcome.
"No thanks." she said. She was underage, but we wouldn't care.
"You can have a drink." I offered to her softly, in case she felt uncomfortable.
"No really I’m fine." She said giving me a innocent smile.
"I can get you something else...." Glenne began, but I ignored that part of the conversation. I headed over to Jeff who was now pouring the mix in three glasses. I already knew one was for me.
I began to talk to him about something business related, while Glenne sat beside Becca and handed her some juice concoction.
This wasn't the first girl I had brought around them, and it always amazed me how Glenne always settled in the role of becoming their friend.
She and Jeff immediately accepted anyone I brought into the circle and asked no questions.
We were a unit, and they always accepted new people, even if it was temporary.
"Well come with me Becca," Glenne said suddenly, and me and Jeff finally paid attention to their conversation.
"Where are you two going?" I asked as they stood.
“Yeah?” Jeff piped up beside me.
Glenne ignored both of us. Becca gave me an apologetic smile-but didn’t answer- and then followed her away.
"“Excuse me?! I am asking a question.“ I called out, but heard no response, just giggles. “I'm going to remember that!" I called playfully after both of them.
I turned back to Jeff.
Now that we were alone, he began.
"Banging Barristas now?" he asked giving me a curious look.
"Who says I’m banging her?" I questioned immediately.
"Well what are you doing with her?" Jeff asked handing me my drink.
"Well Dad, we're hanging out."
He chuckled and hit my chest. "Don’t start….Just looking out for you. Is she a fan?"
"Yes and no." I said honestly, sipping.
"What does that mean?" Jeff asked taking a sip of his drink as well.
"She knows our music but I wouldn't call her a fan really."
"Well she hasn't been papped, because I haven't heard about it yet... How long has she been around?" he asked.
I took a longer sip of my drink. "A while." I said honestly. "And she isn't going to be papped. I'm being cautious this time. I'm tired of seeing all the hate people get for being around me."
"And how are you going to protect her Harry?" he asked. His tone showcased his doubt.
"I've been doing well." I said. "We've been in Thailand and everything and no one even knew. We even made out in a club and it didn't hit the papers." I said proudly.
"You made out in a club?" he asked in disbelief.
"It was a spur of the moment thing...but I’m saying...no one talked."
I took a long sip of my drink.
"What if she talks?" he countered back.
"Then she talks and that'll be the last time she hears from me."
Jeff just looked back at me, swishing his drink around. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not.
"Well be careful.“ he warned. “I don't know her. But she's not Nadine or...any of the other girls. There would be an excitement about dating you."
I rolled my eyes. It wasn't my first time messing with someone non-famous and he knew that.
"Thanks Dad," I emphasized again and he laughed.
"Besides it’s super casual. You probably won‘t even see her that much." I said honestly.
Jeff clinked his glass against mine.
"Well have fun."
“I always do.” I said gently.
We continued talking, moving on from the conversation of Becca and sharing one more light drink.
The girls didn't come back in that time span so we went to find them.
When we did, they were outside on the terrace, feet kicked up and laughing.
"Are you girls gossiping?" I said as we joined them.
I sat on the edge of Becca's lounge chair and pulled her feet into my lap.
"No." Glenne said. "Just talking about California."
Jeff remained standing and leaned on Glenne's chair.
I turned to Becca.
"Ready?"
"You're leaving?" Jeff asked me quickly.
I turned to Becca for her answer. I felt bad drinking with my friends if she wasn't going to too.
"I mean I don't know." She said. "It's kind of nice out here."
I looked around their backyard.
It was.
There was a pool, but the highlight of the backyard was the fire pit and the lanterns that illuminated the whole area. It was perfect for late summer nights and having a drink with your friends- like tonight.
"Well we can stay." I offered. "As long as you’re comfortable." I said. My hand gently rubbed her ankles.
She turned and looked at Jeff and Glenne for confirmation that she could stay.
Glenne gave her a wide smile, which was the answer.
We remained outside for another half hour, just talking and telling small stories from my past adventures with Jeff and Glenne. Me and Becca discussed Thailand- omitting the intimate details of our relationship and our day together thus far.
Time passed quickly and it was like having old discussions with your buddies.
However, this was the first day me and Becca had hung out and I wanted to be respectful. As it neared midnight, I was once again reminded that I should take her home.
I knew the basics of her relationship with her parents and even though they were cool, I didn't want her to get in trouble, despite the fact she didn‘t have a curfew.
I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, and brush my teeth from the alcohol I had consumed, then we were gone.
"I might be back." I told Jeff since I preferred to crash with them then at my place.
"Whatever." Jeff said. "We'll be home. And you have your key."
I shook it for added affect and then led Becca out.
She and Glenne hugged and Jeff shook her hand goodbye.
When we got in the car, Becca grabbed my sweatshirt and I turned the heat on.
"Are you cold?" I asked, wanting her to be comfortable.
"I'm okay." she said and patted my sweatshirt that was now covering her dress.
I had to admit, it complimented her nicely.
The radio once again provided a background soundtrack and I decided to take the scenic route back to her house again.
"Did you have fun today?" I asked.
"I did. A lot actually."
"Okay." I said. "It'll be better tomorrow though." I reassured.
She smiled.
As we drove along the beach, I took note of how beautiful the moon lit the clear blue water.
"You're right it's beautiful out tonight." I remarked studying the scenery.
"Do you want to get out?" she asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She gestured to the front windshield.
"Well look at it…it's so beautiful. And you can see the stars."
I looked around us and noted what she meant.
"Do you have one of your cameras?" she asked.
"I don't." I said honestly. "I hadn't honestly thought to bring one."
She smiled and dug in her purse.
She pulled out a black carrying case.
"Well I came prepared this time." she said proudly.
I smiled, as she pulled out the $900 camera I had bought her.
"Are you putting it to good use?" I asked.
"I will tonight." she said winking and I smiled.
"Alright." I agreed. I drove a little further looking for a section of the beach we could stop by and still have a little privacy.
It was midnight, but there was always stragglers everywhere you went.
I eventually took us to El Matador beach in Malibu and found us a private nook.
"I don't know if we're allowed to be out here." Becca admitted once we were outside of the car, and walking towards the beach.
I chuckled. "Well its too late to think about that now."
We were holding hands and in the other hands, carrying our shoes.
Our sweaters and jackets were intact but it was still a little chilly.
"It's so pretty." She said as we found a private area to just sit and listen to the waves crashing over the rocks.
I was happy she had thought of this. It was the perfect ending to our day.
We placed our shoes in the sand, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me.
We took comfort in each others arms and just listened to the sounds of the water.
However, Becca was in deep thought.
"I'm sorry." she said after a few minutes.
"For what?" I asked turning to her.
"For how I acted when you called me. I was a little rude." she admitted.
I smiled. "It's fine. I deserved it." I said honestly.
She rested her head on my shoulder.
"I still haven't told you what that was all about." I said.
"No you haven't." she said quietly, not removing her head. "But we don't have too. I don't want an argument."
"It won't be." I said pulling away from her so she would have to face me. "But I do want to address it."
She turned to me and gave me her full attention.
"Okay." she said. "I'm listening."
I took a deep breath and sighed.
"Okay...So...do you remember that night Zayn left?"
"Of course." she said.
"Well that night, when I disappeared...I was talking to Zayn. He was saying how he was upset about the music we made, and the pressures and attention and just going on about how unhappy he was." I said. "Now me and Zayn were close in the beginning. And there were many times that I could pick up on things when he was upset or if needed someone. I was good at that and I was that person for him. And...well he just said that in the past few months he felt like I wasn't there.
He felt like no one was really paying attention to the signs he was throwing out,"
"Okay…" Becca said prompting me to continue.
"So I just felt bad. Your name was brought up and I realized that a lot of my attention had been on you and building our friendship and on other things that would be deemed unimportant. I felt like I had let him down and the other guys as well. Then I started thinking what else am I missing? Who else could need me?"
She turned from me, processing what I was saying.
"Plus I was just busy. Suddenly there was new photo shoots and contracts and things we had to do...I just...figured it was best to just focus on that."
"Well you still could have told me that Harry. I would have understood." she argued looking back at me. "All you had to do was shoot me a text message."
"I know." I said quietly. "And that was my regret. I let too much time pass and suddenly I didn’t know what to say. But...I’m sorry." I said honestly.
"So is that what you do? If things get difficult, you just push it away?" she questioned.
"No. That's not me at all." I said quickly. "I don't like conflict and I try to resolve things...but if you’re asking because you think I’ll do it again to you, I won't." I said frankly. "Because it wasn't about you. I was happy that you were in my life."
"You were?"
"Of course." I said. "Especially after Hong Kong."
She smiled. "That's why it hurt." she said. "After those last few hours...I just didn't get what I had done. I thought you had just pushed me to the side and used me."
"No. I wouldn't do that to you." I said sincerely. "I'm always honest about what I want and what everything is. If I wanted a one time thing, you would have known."
"So what do you want now?" she asked me. "I mean you are super busy and touring. What...do you want me to be a friend?"
"I don't know honestly." I said turning from her. "I'm still attracted to you, but like you said, I do have a lot going on."
I reached for her hand and wrapped it in mine. "But then again when I’m with you..."
"When you’re with me what?" she asked softly. Her hazel eyes shined against the light of the moon.
I answered by kissing her gently. Her lips were cold, but I welcomed the sensation. I had wanted to kiss her all day.
She kissed me back, placing her hand on my neck to pull me closer and I pulled her in my arms.
Due to our weight and the position of our bodies, Becca fell against the sand. I wrapped a leg around hers and cupped her face in my hands as our tongues danced.
She moaned against my mouth and I knew I had to hear more.
I dropped a hand and moved it to her legs. Her dress had already gathered up slightly, so my hands slipped under easily. She jumped slightly as my cold hand connected to her smooth warm skin.
"Sorry." I whispered against her lips.
"It's okay." she said back. We paused our kissing and my hand found one of her breasts. I ran one of my fingers across her nipple and she smiled lazily.
"Ever do it on a beach?" I joked.
"Can’t say I have." she said.
I leaned and kissed her neck.
"So I would be your first?" I whispered against her skin.
She nodded. "Would I be yours?"
"You would." I said sucking at her skin.
My hand that was on her breast, moved down and hovered over her panties.
"Can I touch you?“ I asked, moving away from her neck and meeting her eyes.
"Please do." she said and smiled widely.
I kissed her and let my hands do the work.
Within a minute she was moaning under me and biting her lip.
I loved the control I had over her.
I brought my face down to her neck and continued to suck.
Then it dawned on me that I would probably leave a hickey and I switched tactics.
I removed my hands from her completely and backed away.
She looked at me in confusion.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing. Here sit on my lap." I said patting my legs. She did as I said, climbing on me and I leaned back on my hands. She moved to kiss me, but I stopped her.
Her dress had skinny straps and I pulled one off her shoulder.
She removed her arm, reading my mind and I smiled.
I pulled the dress down so that only one side of her breast and bra was exposed.
Today she had on a lace pink bra.
"You have such nice lingerie." I remarked and she instantly laughed outloud.
"What? You do." I said, laughing with her.
I had missed her soft giggle.
She shook her head at me and placed my face in her hands.
"Only you would say such things..." she said and kissed me again.
I was already hard at this point, but our new position intensified things for me. Still, it had been a while and I wanted to please her first.
I disconnected our kiss and pulled my sweater off. I rolled it in a quick ball and placed it behind my back as an anchor and partially leaned back on it. I brought one hand to her hip and shifted her the way I needed then placed that hand over her clit.
"Lean forward." I instructed and she did.
I used my free hand to free her breast from the bra and then connected my mouth to her.
My other hand began to massage her clit.
She must have enjoyed it, because she pushed her body away from me and threw her head back.
I pulled her back to me, placing my mouth on her again.
My tongue flicked the upper body, while my hand rubbed the lower end.
"Fuck Harry..." she muttered, keeping her eyes closed.
I looked up at her in triumph.
Her faces in bed were so beautiful.
I shifted and then I felt it.
I pulled away from her instantly.
"What?" she asked quickly.
I shifted and felt it again.
Great.
Becca’s pretty eyes looked back at me.
"I think some sand just went into my pants." I explained.
"Huh?" she asked and I smiled, looking down to examine.
Sure enough, my pants were so low on my body that sand had crept into my pants from the back and my boxers.
"There's sand in my pants." I said turning back to her.
I don't know if it was the expression on my face or the idea, but she began to laugh loudly.
"It's not funny." I said.
"It's very funny." she said continuing to laugh. "It's not as romantic in the movies huh?"
"No." I said and laughed with her.
She climbed off me, allowing me to stand. As I did, I felt the sand move and shift down my pants further.
Fuck my life.
"Ugh." I said and unbuttoned my jeans.
She continued to smile at me, tickled by the whole thing.
"I blame you." I said as I removed them.
"You can blame me. I take full responsibility. At least I got you out of your pants." she said with a wink and I chuckled.
I shifted and shook my legs to get the remaining sand out and then she came to me.
"Let's try a different tactic." She said, standing and placing her hands on my chest.
"Lets." I agreed. "But not on the beach."
She pouted and I bent down to pick up my jeans and sweater.
She watched me as I changed.
"Oh I didn't get my picture." she said suddenly and grabbed for her purse.
I watched as she quickly began to peel off shots of the moon and the water.
"Wait," I said reaching for her camera. She needed to be in one. It could have been a perfect shot.
She smiled as she realized what I was doing and posed.
"Beautiful." I said when I finished, but she came around to me, and wrapped her arms around my shoulder.
"Selfie!" she exclaimed.
I smiled and kissed her cheek as she took the picture.
Then I patted her butt.
"Okay let's go." I said.
“Wait,” she said examining the picture quickly.
She smiled proudly as she turned it for me to see too.
I smiled back.
It was just me, her and the moon.
Again, we complimented each other nicely.
“You ready?” I asked. The waves were still crashing around us, and now that we were separated, the body heat between us was gone.
I was glad we had brought the sweaters.
She nodded yes.
We took the two minute trek to the car and Becca teased me about the sand the whole time. Maybe I was paranoid, but it still felt like some was in my jeans. As I kept checking, Becca kept teasing.
"See now you're being mean to me." I said.
"Sorry." she said with a playful smile as we climbed in the car. "You have to admit it was funny though, even if it did ruin the mood."
I looked back at her. "What do you mean ruined the mood? Come here." I said.
"In the car?" she asked reading my expression.
I pushed my seat back and leaned against it.
I nodded.
"Come here." I said again and she smiled even wider.
She hiked up her dress and prepared to move.
"Take off your panties first." I instructed softly.
She did as I said and I studied our surroundings.
No one was around and we still had complete privacy. It was close to 1am at this point.
I unbuttoned my jeans and she climbed over me.
"Is this okay?" she asked getting comfortable on top of me.
"Perfect." I said before placing her lips on mine.
She moaned against my mouth again and the moment on the beach quickly came back to me.
After a few minutes of intense kissing, I was ready for her but then it dawned on me.
I pulled away from her.
"Fuck." I said in disappointment.
"What?" she asked.
"I don't have a condom."
She bit her lip.
"Oh."
“Do you have one?” I asked quickly.
She nodded no.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had someone." she joked. “I don’t keep them.”
I smiled back at her and thought of my options. Maybe there was one in my glove compartment…though the answer was more than likely no.
"I'm sorry." I quickly apologized. Our faces were both flush and her lips were swollen from kissing. I could feel how wet she was on top of me, and I was straining in my jeans. It was obvious we were both ready for the big moment and my stupidity was holding it up.
"I'm on birth control." she said quietly.
"Yeah?" I asked, bringing my eyes to hers.
She nodded.
I had this fear of getting a girl pregnant, especially at this point in my life, so I never had sex without a condom.
"What kind?" I asked. "The pill or..."
"An implant. In my arm."
And then as proof, she ran my hand against her left arm.
"Feel that?" she asked and I did. It felt like a small grain of rice.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked in alarm.
"Nope." she said.
She wrapped her arms back around my neck and stared back at me.
We had two options, I could take her back to my house, where there was a condom and a lot more space--or I could have her now.
If I waited, I would have to wait almost an hour before being with her and then there was the risk the moment would change. Once we got back to my house, she could easily become tired---or, she could ask to go home instead.
I knew I couldn't wait and I knew I wasn't ready to bring her back to her parents house.
“Do you have to go home at all?” I asked.
She shook her head no.
“Do you want to stay the night with me?” I asked.
She quickly nodded yes.
Her nod was so innocent and adorable, but everything about the moment wasn’t.
Becca was unbelievably sexy as she sat on top of me, half-naked.
As I pulled her back to me for another kiss, I gave up.
Fuck it.
Moving my hands away from her waist, I quickly adjusted myself out of my pants and placed her on top of me.
A satisfied sigh immediately escaped her lips as I pushed inside of her.
Our foreheads touched and we both closed our eyes.
It was already better than I had remembered.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked softly, as she began to move on top of me.
“Yeah.” she said breathlessly.
“Do you need me too-”
“Stop talking.” she mumbled kissing my neck.
I smiled, and brought her face up to meet mine.
Green eyes met Hazel and skin met skin.
The only sounds in the car, were from us and the new ride we were taking.
“You feel incredible.” she whispered, placing tiny kisses on my cheek and neck.
My hands remained on her hips, guiding and moving with her.
We were in the car, but it didn’t slow the momentum.
“Damn. You’re so good at this.” I said as she combined the right speed of fast and slow on top of me.
She just smiled back at me, flush and beautiful.
“I feel it…” she said after a few minutes. “I’m gonna come.”
I closed my eyes, already more than halfway there.
She was so warm, and tight, and it felt incredible without the constraints of a condom.
I kept my hands on her waist, and closed my eyes as she rode us both to ecstasy.
And when we got there, it was absolutely amazing.

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