The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(28)

There’s only one person I know, so unbothered by her sleekness, to send messages so bashfully, and I curse her internally for choosing this point to message.

Fucking typical.

Harriet takes me in her icy hand and sucks on the tip of my cock. I swallow and try to focus on her, but my phone burns a hole in my thigh. Still, I ignore it.

It pings again.

“Need to get that?” Harriet asks, tipping her head back to look at me whilst my precum leaks onto her bottom lip.

Fuck.

I pull her to me, gliding myself to the back of her throat. She takes me with ease, and I slide my hand into her hair to keep her head drawn low and my cock deep.

I pull out my phone quickly and glance at the screen.

Two images and four texts.

Not being able to help myself, I slide across the screen and open the messages.

Princess: I did it!!

Princess: Look at me go!!

The first picture comes next, and it’s similar to the one on her story, only this time it’s got her face in the shot, and she has her face screwed up from the sun. Her petite nose is bunched and cute as fuck.

Princess: It’s so different to what I expected. Busier, smellier and such a buzz.

Princess: I miss you Ell!!!

I open the next image, and it’s of her in bed. The covers are pulled up to her chin, and her eyes look glassy. She’s makeup-free which I don’t get to see enough, and her cheeks are slightly flushed.

Princess: You’re at Nina’s tonight right? You probably won’t get these till later so catch up tomorrow? Good night! xo I scroll back to the image of her in bed and sigh as Harriet swallows around me.

Lord, give me strength.

Elliot: You still up?

Three dots bounce moments later, and I grow harder—closer.

Princess: Sure am batman. I thought you were ignoring me.

Elliot: You messaged me five minutes ago Princess: I thought I was #1

I tilt my head back to the heavens and try to hold off. I should pocket my phone and concentrate on Harriet.

Fuck, I’m a first-class prick.

My phone chimes with another text, and a picture of Lucy’s feet pops up on the screen. Her toes are painted a light girly pink shade, and I wince at the blisters that strain across the planes of her skin.

Princess: Think I fucked my feet

Elliot: I don’t want to see your grubby feet Luce. Make sure you wrap them up before bed.

Another message comes in, and I open it to find a video—or a boomerang. She’s rolling her eyes at me, and as it rounds off, she smiles and licks at her lip innocently. I can tell she’s laughing to herself.

My cock innocently jerks.

I watch it again.

Again.

Again.

“Harder,” I rasp out as I thrust my hips forward.

Elliot: I wish you were here Luce

My head drops back, and I see stars as I squeeze my eyes tight, and I come down Harriet’s throat.

Princess: Wanna FaceTime?

I pull out of her mouth. “You need to leave.”

“What?”

I shake my head, finding my balance on the back of the sofa again. “Sorry. I need to handle something. Work.” I lift my phone, and Harriet’s brows lift.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I wish I was.” I drag a hand down my face and zip up my slacks. I take Harriet’s hand and pull her to her feet. “I’m sorry, Harriet. I shouldn’t have called tonight.”

“Oh god, just lie to me.” She waves me off and steps away, picking up her coat and bag. “Bless you.” She strolls out of my home without looking back and clearly without an ounce of her pride knocked.

My phone starts to ring, and I look down at it in disgust.

What am I playing at?

“Luce,” I answer, not turning on the camera.

“Hey!”

I run my hand through my hair and let her voice settle over me. Fuck, it’s good to hear her voice.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’m fine, actually. It’s weird being here, but it’s also been nice. It feels like I’m on holiday at the minute, but I’m sure once I start at work on Monday, it’ll seem more real.”

“Yeah.” I squeeze my eyes tight as I think about her boomerang and how it was all I could see while I blew my load into someone else. I don’t know what happened between the restroom incident and now, but it’s clearly fucking with my head. “Can I call you back, Luce? Tomorrow.”

“Of course. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just have some things to tie up before the end of the week. I was in the middle of it when you called.”

I shake my head and pinch between my brow. I’m snowballing the fuck out of this.

“The girls said you left dinner early. Don’t go working too hard! I’m not there to pull you out of the office anymore.”

“No. No, you’re not.” Could I feel any shittier?

“Cheer up, Montgomery. You’re like day one without me. It can’t be that bad.” She chuckles, and it makes me smile.

“You sound happy. I worried you’d be too worked up to enjoy it.”

“I’m still running on adrenaline, I think.”

“You need to wrap your feet. Don’t let the blisters burst, or you’ll be like you were on New Year’s all over again.”