Harry's POV

"Thanks so much, we'll be down in a few minutes," I say as I hang up my phone.

Our ride is here ready to take us to the airport and all we need now is Beth, who is currently checking the kid's rooms to see if they've left anything behind.

"When are we gonna go shopping Harry?" Chloe asks me as we wait.

"Probably in the next day or so if you want?" I reply, smiling as I'm actually looking forward to taking my princess out and spoiling her a little bit.

Cause I can.

"Can we get some lunch while we're out shopping?" she asks.

"Of course, whatever you like," I reply.

"Why does Chloe get to go out for lunch with you?" Jamie suddenly asks.

"Be-" I start.

"Because Harry bought you a million pieces of blocks to play with, which you wanted," Chloe cuts me off, "going out shopping with Harry is my Lego," she glares at him.

"That's not fair," Jamie mumbles.

"Suck it up princess," Chloe replies in way that reminds me she's a young version of her mother.

"Enough," I intervene, knowing this could very well turn into a full-blown argument.

They stand opposite one another, glaring until Jamie breaks their connection and turns away, shaking his head.

Chloe's expression suddenly softens and she walks over, reaching up to cuddle him.

"I'll bring you back something to eat, I promise," she says.

"Thanks Chloe," Jamie's face lights up.

Wow.

Who knew the power of food?

Beth finally emerges from the bedrooms, satisfied with her search for any lost belongings and we head on down to reception to check out.

Which is quite quick and painless and I'm not gonna lie.

It's because of who I am.

Beth is already out the door, through the small crowd of fans and into the van with the kids.

She really doesn't mess about that woman.

I quickly follow, giving the group a wave but not stopping this time.

I'm keen to get going and get us all home again.

"You could have stopped if you wanted to," Beth says as we pull away from the kerb.

I know.

But I always stop and today...

Well today I just didn't want to.

Does that make me a bad person?

I look down at Beth and a smile spreads across my face.

"Didn't feel like it to be honest," I reply, earning a shocked expression in response from Beth.

Soon we reach the airport and the staff guide us through the terminal and out to the waiting plane.

I follow Beth and the kids up the stairs, watching as the flight attendant looks Beth up and down as she nears him.

I don't blame him but it's not very professional.

"Morning Ma'am," he says.

Morning my arse.

"Morning," I hear her reply politely as she continues onto the plane, completely oblivious to the way this bloke is looking at her.

"Good morning Sir," he welcomes me with such a polite and sincere smile I can't help but return it.

Damn.

I decide to just let it go and put it down to another man admiring my girl.

Reluctantly.

We settle the kids before venturing further down the back of the plane again and I offer Beth the window seat, which she accepts with a smile, and sits herself in before I sit down next to her and we buckle ourselves in.

I feel the plane start to move and our friend Marcus moves down the plane to begin giving us the safety rundown.

Nothing I haven't heard before mate.

Beth lets out a yawn next to me and I remind myself to get her a pillow and a blanket once we're in the air.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to turn it onto airplane mode when I notice Beth shift in her seat and lean forward, her attention now fully focusing on Marcus.

She seems absolutely riveted.

Marcus seems to have noticed too and...is he blushing?

I look back at Beth and she has a deep frown on her face before it suddenly changes and is replaced by one of shock.

I think.

Actually, it might be horror.

Like she's had some sort of realisation.

She's concentrating so hard on Marcus right now.

Does she like him or something?

She's working her lip overtime now to the point I'm worried she's going to bite it off.

"Beth?" I gently tap her arm.

Nothing.

"Beth?" I repeat just a little bit louder.

"Yes?" she suddenly swings around and looks at me.

Here goes.

"What were you thinking about?" I ask, trying to hide the hesitancy in my voice.

"Don't make me go in the water Harry, well only knee deep," she blurts out, "but no further cause there's a shark out there with my name on it and as soon as I go in it's gonna know I'm there and it's gonna come and eat me!"

Uh.

What?

Okay I'm really lost now.

I stare at her impassively, not really knowing what to say.

"You were thinking of sharks?" I ask her slowly.

"Well I was tossing up whether I wanted the plane to crash on land or water," she explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "I chose land."

Of course.

It's clear as mud now.

"You want us to crash?" I ask.

"Well no," she replies, "but if we have to...I sound like such an idiot..." she trails off.

Kind of.

Well I wouldn't say idiot.

Quirky maybe but not an idiot.

But she's my quirky girl.

And I don't think she was thinking of Marcus either.

"But that's all you were thinking about just then?" I ask, the silly, jealous side of me coming through.

"Pretty much," she shrugs, "oh and just that even though we're not allowed to bring any belongings if we did crash that I'd still bring my phone."

Nope.

Definitely wasn't thinking of Captain Underpants.

I smile stupidly at her.

"I love you," I tell her, "just...I love you," I shake my head at it all, the tangents her mind wanders off to sometimes is both endearing and a worry at times.

"I lo-" she begins.

"Can I bring you any refreshments at all?" a voice interrupts her.

Seriously?

Trying to have a moment here man.

"We're fine for-" I answer for us but Beth stops me, her hand on my arm.

"Actually, I'm a little bit hungry..." she replies, "what do you have?"

I have something you could eat.

I look out the window as he starts waffling on about what they have when Beth lets out a startled noise.

My head whips around thinking something's happened to her but I see the fuss she's making is over a chocolate croissant.

I make a mental note that I must invest in some of those for her if that's the reaction she has over them.

Maybe I could strategically place one on me while I'm naked and have her eat it off me?

I turn my attention back to Beth to see him giving her a wink before telling her that he's "here to serve."

Delightful.

"So, I was trying to say that I love you too," Beth continues as she places her hands on my cheeks and squeezes slightly, "and I really don't know how to thank you for this wonderful gift that you've given the kids," she pauses for breath, "I mean, we were going to do this anyway, but I think you've somehow managed to make it so much more special."

I lean in and nuzzle my nose against hers.

"I'm sure you'll think of a way to thank me," I raise my eyebrows suggestively, the strategically placed croissant still fresh in my mind, "it's been so long..." I whisper.

"Croissant?" Marcus interrupts us.

Yes.

I mean no.

Fucking no.

Not you, you twat.

No croissants with you.

"It's hot and rich, just like me," he winks at her again as he hands us some water bottles and he's gone again.

I'm going to rip his head off.

Can he not see me here?

Am I fucking invisible?

"I would have gone with thick and rich, but okay," Beth pulls a face as she passes a bottle to me.

"What?" she says.

"I can't believe he said that to you!" I hiss.

Beth looks at me for a moment, not saying anything.

"Because it's not possible?" she finally says.

"What? No!" I reply, "because it's highly unprofessional and only I can say those things to you," I say with a huff, "I've a good mind to make an official complaint about this..."

"Over flirting?" Beth says with a mouth full of pastry, letting out a moan that goes to a place that it shouldn't right now, "this is a really good croissant," she gestures to her plate.

"How can you eat at a time like this?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Easy," she replies with a touch of sarcasm, "mouth opens and the food goes in, been doing it for a few years now."

Fucking smart arse.

I shake my head at her, but all she does is smirk at me before wiping her mouth with a napkin and moving to stand up out of her seat.

Shit, I've upset her now.

Stupid jealous idiot that I am.

"Where are you going?" I reach out for her hand, wanting to stop her before she storms off.

She doesn't say anything, she just tightens her grip on my hand and pulls on my arm, tilting her head as an indication for me to follow her.

Okay.

She leads me towards the back of the plane and opens the door to what I know is the bedroom.

But does she know that?

She pulls me through the open door and closes it behind me, locking it before standing in front of me.

"Here or on the bed?" she asks me.

"W-what?" I blurt out.

She places her hands on my chest and pushes me so my back meets the door.

"I said, here or on the bed?" she repeats the question.

I guess she knew it was the bedroom.

"Beth I was kidding, I would never expect-" I begin but I stop when I feel her hands on me, roughly unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them and my underwear down to my thighs.

"I guess we'll do it here then," she says very matter of fact before falling to her knees and gripping my thighs.

Before I can even register, her tongue is on the tip of my cock and moving up to the base.

Holy fuck.

My knees almost start to buckle from that one little touch.

She moves her mouth away from me and looks up at me with a coy expression.

"Want me to stop?" she asks.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Oh fuck no.

"Every part of me that's decent and respectful to women says yes," I whisper, "but the part that knows how fucking good you make me feel..."

"Let's run with that then," she cuts me off before taking my cock in her hand and wrapping her mouth around it.

I've died and gone to heaven.

All I'm aware of is her mouth and tongue on me and her hands roaming over my thighs and my arse.

So good.

So good.

So good.

Her mouth is so warm and wet and I start to lose myself in the sensation, thrusting unintentionally hard, causing her to gag a little.

"Sorry," I whisper hoarsely.

She grunts in response before moving my hands to sit on the top of her head and I'm instantly reminded of when we last slept together, how she pretended to fight and push me away, protesting she didn't want sex as she bit her lip and smirked at me before moving away.

"Make me..." she'd teased before dodging my hand as I'd reached out to grab her.

She was quick but not quick enough.

I'd thrown her onto the bed, pushed her thighs apart as she kicked out at me and held her hands above her head as my hips ground against hers, my tongue invading her mouth as she let out an involuntary groan.

I'd ripped her underwear from her body before pushing her thighs further apart and thrusting in as hard as I could...

I grip her hair in my fist at the memory as my body tenses and heats up before I orgasm into her mouth.

My head hits the wall as the pleasure courses through me and I begin to slow my thrusts down until I finish completely.

Beth pulls off me and starts to gently lick me but I don't let her finish, instead I pull her up and turn her so her back is now against the door, my hands now pulling her jeans undone as I kiss her hard.

"Harry you don't-" she pulls her mouth away to protest but my hand is already in her knickers and on the spot I know that'll make her come, rubbing hard and fast.

"Ahhhh, Harry, could you ease up a bit?" she mumbles, "you're rubbing it like it's an instant scratchie."

"Sorry baby," I reply.

Let me fix that.

I copy her earlier motions and lower myself to my knees, pulling her jeans and knickers to her ankles.

"Let me kiss it better yeah?" I offer looking up at her, her lip pulled between her teeth.

Without waiting for her to answer, my mouth is on her and to my delight, she's already wet.

My tongue circles her clit before I flick over it, causing her legs to begin to shake and her back to arch against the door.

I move my mouth so my tongue can push inside her and it earns me a sound that's between a moan and a whimper as her hands move around the door, her nails scraping against it.

I need better access.

I grab her by the thighs and move her around so she's lying on the bed, pulling her jeans and knickers off her along with her shoes.

I immediately move to my again and place her legs over my shoulders, my mouth on her again as he wetness coats my chin.

"Oh...god..." she groans and arches her back and it's like music to my ears.

I want to give her more so I push one of my fingers in and her whole body jumps in reaction so I add another two and begin fucking her with them as my tongue rubs over her clit.

"Oh my god Harry...fuck!" she curses as one hand grips the bedding and the other runs through my hair.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

What?

"Everything alright in there?" I hear a voice through the door.

Marcus.

"Yep!" Beth calls out, "just peachy!"

Peachy?!

I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it.

"Are you sure ma'am?" Marcus asks, "I heard a bit of a noise and thought you might have fallen?"

Yep.

She's falling for me mate.

"I'm...good!" she yells out again.

Oh yes you are love.

I resume what I was doing, ignoring the idiot behind the door as I concentrate on bringing my girl to her end.

The pillow over her face that muffles her scream tells me I've succeeded.

"Ma'am!" Marcus knocks again, panic in his voice.

"Marcus, fuck off!" Beth yells as she throws the pillow at the door.

I can't anymore now and I fall back onto the floor and laugh even though I know I shouldn't but shit this situation is hysterical.

I feel Beth place her foot on my shoulder and give me a slight nudge and I sit up and look at her, a glare on her face.

"I'm glad you enjoy me humiliating myself," she pouts.

"I always get a kick out of it," I reply with a grin as I watch her stand up and retrieve her clothes.

Wishful thinking that she'd walk a bit slower and fuck she just bent over.

I regain my senses once I realise she's almost dressed so I quickly pull my jeans up and walk over to her and cuddle her from behind.

"Was that my thank you?" I ask cheekily, "you didn't have to but I'm glad you did."

"You don't have to thank me for sucking your dick," she replies raising an eyebrow, "but no, that wasn't my thank you. Remember how I said to get your mum to babysit for your birthday?"

I nod in response.

"That'll be your thank you," she winks at me, biting her bottom lip.

What...

What on earth does she have planned?

I go to ask but she puts her finger on my mouth and shushes me gently.

"I hope you like diamonds..." she says with a smirk.

Diamonds?

Well not really...

I'm confused as hell as she drags me out and quickly pulls me back to our seats before hiding under her jacket.

Oh she's so cute.

The rest of the flight goes smoothly and even though I'm still really pissed at Marcus for how he openly flirted with her in front of me, I still thank him for his service, enabling Beth to sneak off the plane and into our waiting SUV without having to face him as she's still highly embarrassed.

I join them in the car and we're soon on our way home.

~~~~~~

The kids are settled in their rooms and Beth was pottering around somewhere so I take the opportunity to answer some of my emails.

I'm settled on the couch when my mind drifts to Beth's words from earlier regarding my birthday.

I wonder if she'd wear some lingerie if I bought her some for the occasion?

I close my email and open up the internet, going straight to the Victoria's Secret page and I immediately start searching through their items.

I'm so engrossed I don't even hear Beth come into the lounge area.

"Whatcha looking at?" she sing songs as she sits down next to me, a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face.

Shit.

"What? Uh...nothing," I quickly close my laptop.

Way to look guilty Harold.

Her smile immediately falters and she moves back a little from me.

"Sorry if it was private, I didn't mean to pry," she says as she takes a sip of wine and places the glass on the table, looking away from me.

It's amazing how quickly she can retreat into herself sometimes.

"It isn't...I mean, I have nothing to hide from you," I offer, not wanting to give away what I was looking at but at the same time I don't want her to feel like she was intruding.

God I'm such an idiot.

I'm thinking what I can say to rectify the situation when she starts to massage the back of my neck, causing my eyes to close as I enjoy the feeling.

Maybe she's not as upset as I first thought.

I suddenly feel my laptop being yanked out of my hands and Beth is up and running around the back of the couch with it in her hand.

Oh god.

She looks at the screen and then slowly over to me.

"Seriously?" she asks, raising her eyebrow, "are you looking at the model-"

What?

"No!" I quickly say, seeing this about to go arse up, "what she's wearing, I thought..." oh crap, "you might wear it?"

She glances back down at my laptop.

"Victoria's Secret seems a bit cliché doesn't it Harry?" she asks.

"Well it's the best," I reply, realising I sound like a bit of a dick, "and I want the best for my baby."

Nice save Harold.

"So what size are you Harry?" she asks, an innocent look on her face.

"What?" I reply.

"Well if I'm getting this," she flips the laptop around to show me what I have on the screen, "surely you need a couple of g-strings as well right?"

Is...

Is she into that?

Men in women's underwear?

Quite frankly it's not my thing but if she likes it...

I'm willing to give it a go I guess.

"Are you...do you like..." I stutter.

"Have you never worn women's underwear before Harry?" she purrs, inching closer to me, "never had the feel of silk or lace on your dick?"

Not really.

Generally I've only ever felt it if the girl is wearing it and I'm rubbing my dick up against it but that's kind of beside the point right now.

Focus Harold.

"No...would that, uh, does that turn you on?" I whisper.

"Not in the slightest," she replies before falling back and laughing at me, "your face!" she's laughing so much she's starting to cry.

Sly bitch.

"But seriously," she sits up and gestures to the screen again, "you want me to wear something like this?"

"Well...yeah," I reply, "you'd look fucking amazing in it."

I'm starting to harden just at the thought of it.

The doorbell ringing interrupts us and I stand up from the couch to go and pay for our dinner, kind of thankful for the diversion.

I pay the delivery person and thank him before closing the door and taking the bags of food over to the counter, grabbing some plates to take into the lounge.

I'm not sure what I was thinking.

You were thinking with your dick Harold.

I'm allowed to, it's not a crime.

But it's not like Beth would ever wear something like that, it's all wishful thinking on my part.

I shake my head at my idiocy of her seeing it.

Stupid wishful thinking.