Queens ch.39

As Emma crossed the finish line, her eyes widened when she saw her parents. But when she noticed Louis, her entire face fell, looking ready to retch.

She crossed the finish line amidst wild cheers from both their parents and hers, while Louis had his phone out, only half paying attention. As she disappeared into the crowd of finishers, Emma's parents headed toward her, leaving Louis behind.

Harry grabbed Fleur and Gabrielle's hands. "Let's go," he said. "Let's find her." But then he felt resistance from both women. He let them go and turned to them, furrowing his brows.

Fleur, Gabrielle, and Tracey stood together, staring at him.

"Let's go," Harry said. "Why are you standing here?"

"With Louis and her parents here, Emma has enough on her plate," Gabrielle said, acting as a spokesperson. "Having all of us and her parents is too much. Go to her, and we'll meet you by the car."

Harry furrowed his brows. "We don't have to hide what we have," he said. "I'm proud of us."

"We are too," Tracey said. "But we love Emma. This isn't the time or place."

"We don't want to hurt her," Fleur said. "When you get back home, we'll throw a little victory party."

"And I'll give you a full-body massage," Tracey said. Harry's cock jumped. "Like the one you gave me last week?"

Tracey grinned crookedly. "If you're lucky."

"Alright." Harry glanced between them. "We'll meet by the car."

The girls hugged him before heading out. Harry pushed through the crowd, searching for Emma and her family. A few minutes later, he spotted them at the back of the crowd, near the tent selling hamburgers and hot dogs.

Louis stood beside Emma with his arm proudly wrapped around her shoulder, while Emma talked to her mom and dad. Despite her hard-earned victory in completing the 70.3-mile swim, bike, and run, her expression was flat, bordering on sadness.

Harry's stomach dropped, and a nauseating knot formed in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't stand on the sidelines and pretend it was just an acquaintance. He loved her. Even if he couldn't say those words outright, he could show it.

He took a deep breath and approached Emma, smiling from ear to ear. "You did great." He spread his arms wide.

Emma's eyes focused on him, and she seemed to melt in his gaze. Tears filled her eyes, and her chin trembled with raw emotion. She forgot about Louis and her parents, rushing toward him, jumping into his arms and squeezing him tightly.

A deep sob shook her body, and she buried her face in his neck. "I'm so glad to see you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged.

Harry held her close and resisted the temptation to kiss her. He felt her parents' eyes on them and knew they were all watching and judging him. "You kicked ass in that race," he said. "And you took third in your age group. That's incredibly impressive for your first 70.3."

"Harry, my parents...." Her voice was choked with emotion.

"I know," he whispered in her ear. "We talked earlier, and I introduced myself." He gently set her down, while Emma's parents and Louis huddled around them.

Emma stepped back, but stood right beside him with tears streaming down her face.

"Everything okay?" Mrs. Knight asked, her expression concerned.

Harry didn't know if it was because of emotions or Emma just wasn't thinking, but for a moment she held his hand, just as she had hundreds of times before. But then she let go and wiped tears from her face. "Sorry." She laughed and shook her head. "These are happy tears. Harry knows how hard I trained."

Dr. Knight furrowed his brows and looked at Harry, his expression unreadable. "How much time did you spend together?"

Harry leaned back, listening to Louis interject accusations. "A lot," said Louis, his tone dripping with guilt. "Every time I turned around, she was training with him."

Ignoring Louis, Harry focused on Dr. Knight. "Training for such a demanding race takes a lot of time and energy. Emma dedicated many hours, including early morning workouts, in addition to her daily job." Harry wrapped an arm around Emma, squeezing her tightly. "I'm really proud of her. She beat some very experienced triathletes today and really made a mark in this sport."

Dr. Knight smiled warmly at his daughter. "She's a warrior, just like her mom."

Mrs. Knight raised her sunglasses, revealing tear-streaked cheeks. "Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." She pulled Emma close, whispering something Harry couldn't catch.

Dr. Knight turned to Louis. "What have you been doing all this time?"

"Working," Louis said bluntly. "Someone has to pay the bills."

Harry grimaced, noticing the displeasure in Dr. Knight's eyes. "Emma has a job," Harry retorted with irritation in his voice. "She's working her ass off."
Louis muttered something under his breath, offering a weak smile that didn't quite hide his mistake. "That's true," he admitted. Harry resisted the temptation to smack him.

As Emma and her mom parted ways, Cindy Knight turned to Harry, pulling him into a long, affectionate hug. "Thank you, Harry," she said in a low voice. "You've done much more than you realize."

Emma stared at her mother in shock, while Louis looked completely thrown off.

"Thank you, Mrs. Knight, but Emma did all of this. She's just as tough as she is kind."

"Call me Cindy," she said, smiling warmly at Harry. "Emma is a special girl. I'm glad you've noticed that side of her."

Behind them, Louis cleared his throat. "Who's up for dinner? My treat," he said, his confidence noticeably diminished.

Emma's parents looked first at her before Emma reluctantly agreed. "Can Harry come?" she asked, ignoring Louis.

Panic flashed in Louis's eyes. "Actually, I made a reservation for the four of us," he said, turning to Harry with a forced smile. "Besides, I'm sure Harry already has his own celebration planned with his friends."

Ignoring Louis's joke, Emma's parents focused on their daughter. Cindy spoke up. "Sweetheart, would you rather celebrate with your friends? We can take you home after."

Emma's eyes betrayed her preferences, but she didn't want to disappoint her parents. "No, Mom. We can go out for dinner. Just give me a moment to say goodbye to Harry."

"Of course, dear." Mrs. Knight kissed her daughter on the cheek before leaving, arm in arm with her husband.

Dr. Knight squeezed Harry's arm. "Thanks, Harry. You're always welcome in our home." The Knights left, leaving Louis standing there like a fool. Eventually, Mr. Knight called after him. "Louis, you can come in now, please?"

Louis shot them a disapproving look before leaving.

Emma turned to Harry, intertwining her fingers with his. She smiled warmly. "It went much better than I ever dreamed."

"I like your mom and dad. I'm not sure what you were worried about."

"They really like you," she said, joy sparkling in her chestnut eyes. "My mom never hugged Louis like that."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "So maybe we can be together, and your family won't disown you?"

She squeezed his hands, smiling. "Maybe." She bit her lip, gazing at him longingly. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Will you be home tonight?" Harry asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Louis will try to convince me to go back to the city with him, but I won't give in. When I come back, I plan to kiss you."

"Alright," Harry said. "When you come back, find me, and we'll celebrate."

She smiled. "It might be late. Mom and I have a lot to catch up on."

"Okay. You and I have a lot to catch up on too."

Back at the rented house, Harry and the girls celebrated with takeout pizza and cold beer. They sat around the table, and the girls kept their distance. Harry badly needed a shower, but he didn't want to miss anything.

The girls told him what they saw during the long day at the racetrack, and in the end, Fleur had tears in her eyes.

"Harry, you have to take her home," Fleur said.

"I want to kick that little prick, Louis," Gabrielle said.

"I think her parents know," Tracey said.

"Know what?" Harry asked.

"What she feels for you," Tracey said. "They're not blind, and I'm sure they don't like Louis."

"Why do you think that?" Harry asked.

Tracey laughed. "Do you like Louis?"

"Well, no. I don't like the way he treats Emma."

Tracey raised a questioning eyebrow. "Emma's parents love her, and I bet any amount of money they're hoping and praying she'll call off the engagement."

"We'll see what she says when she gets back," Harry said, shifting in his chair and groaning with pain in his back and shoulders. "Damn. I need some ice."

Fleur started to get up, but Tracey stopped her. "I'll take care of him. He needs a proper massage."

Gabrielle smiled. "Right. She chuckled and looked at Fleur before turning to Tracey. "His penis needs a proper massage."

Tracey rolled her eyes. "I know how to handle that." She reached out her hand. "Come on, Harry. Let's go to my bedroom."

Harry first took a shower, trying to persuade Tracey to join him, but she insisted on preparing the bed for a proper massage. She took her job seriously, and Harry didn't want to piss her off.

After the shower, Harry dried off and nakedly entered Tracey's bedroom, where she had prepared the room for a proper massage.

Lit candles danced on the nightstand, and Tracey dimmed the overhead lights to create the right ambiance. New age music played from a portable speaker, and on the bed, she laid out a long, white towel.

Tracey stood by the bed, gazing at Harry's semi-hard cock, never looking more beautiful. She had tied her chestnut hair into a messy ponytail, with plenty of unruly strands cascading down her neck, and more hair escaping onto her temples and curling around her cheeks.

Her green eyes shimmered intensely, and her mature, pink lips were in a full smile. But all of this paled in comparison to her tiny outfit.

Tracey was wearing a simple white tank top, and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pair of plain white panties formed a tight V shape over her incredible pussy, barely containing the god-like ass sculpted by the heavens.

"Mon dieu," Harry said, licking his dry lips. "Please, tell me I'll get a happy ending." His cock thickened and rose, swaying in front of him like a thermal missile.

She chuckled softly and approached him. "Only if you're nice." Her tits bounced and swayed until she reached him. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him gently on the lips. "You smell much better."

Harry's cock thickened, pressing against her firm, flat stomach. "I feel better too, but not half as good as I'm about to." He slid his hands onto her ass and squeezed, leaning in for another kiss, this time with the slightest hint of tongue. His cock thickened on her stomach, pulsating as waves of desire engulfed him.

"Before we play, you need a proper massage." Tracey took his hand and led him to the bed.

Her ass bounced and bounced in front of him as her tits swayed from side to side. She was a tight, compact fucking machine with tits and ass for days. Harry couldn't get enough of her.

"Lie face down," Tracey said, looking at him with those haunting green eyes.

"Can you massage me naked?" Harry asked, crawling onto the bed.