“That’s right,” Harper says after lifting off my cock with a wet littlepopnoise. “I couldn’t stop fantasizing about my hot stepbrother who I knew every girl wanted.”
She strokes up and down the cock she’s just made wet with her mouth. “ButIwas the one sneaking in your bed at night, driving you so fucking crazy for me you’d never be able to look at anyone else.”
Was that really how she felt back then? Because it was the total opposite in my head.
Shewas the girl who walked around with such an easy, innate cool that I knew girls like McKenzie couldn’t help but envy her. And the guys, well let’s just say I heard way too many infuriating comments from those assholes because of Harper’s gorgeous, confident, unattainable vibe.
“Harper—” I lift up on my elbows to look down my stomach at her gorgeous face right as she grins devilishly at me and then licks up the bottom of my shaft.
I shudder as her mouth clamps around the head, still barely able to believe she’s back in my life, much less here going down on me.
She’s as hot as she ever was, but even more now that her womanly curves have filled out. Plus the tattoos creeping up her neck and down her shoulders—everything about her screams badass femininity.
I know she felt like she was foundering when I first met her—she once said she was a disaster in the middle of an identity crisis.
Now we’ve switched places.
When we first met, I knew exactly who I was. I’d been handed a script by life and I was happy to play out my part. No one had ever met a more rule-loving motherfucker than me, after all. Maybe I didn’t ever really know who I was, but in the last ten years, I’ve most certainly disappeared into the fog.
Harper swallows me deep down her throat, and that certainly cuts through any lingering mist. I suddenly feelcrystal clearabout who I am and what I want.
“Fuck, Harper,” I say urgently, tugging her hair to urge her off me as gently as I can. “I’m gonna come.”
She releases me with another suckingpop, but only to crawl up and seat me unceremoniously at her sex.
“I’m clean,” she says. “I made that fucker wear a condom cause I knew he slept around.”
She knew Z cheated on her? Or does she mean while they were separated?
What the fuck am I quibbling for? My cock is bobbing there, straining at the entrance of her sex.
I grab her hips, trying to exert a self-discipline that suddenly feels wildly out of reach. “I haven’t tested in a couple of months.”
“I don’t give a good Goddamn,” she says recklessly and sinks down on top of me.
Fuck. This isn’t safe. She shouldn’t have?—
But then her pussy is clenching on me so hard my eyes roll back in my head.
She rocks her hips, riding me hard. Her high-pitched, breathy gasps tell me she’s chasing her pleasure and essentially using my cock like a toy to get her there.
That’s so fucking hot.
This is hardly the love-making of a couple of days ago. If that’s even what it was then. But that at least felt like reconnection. This is?—
This is Harper needing release, or…
Let’s have fun. I see how you look at me.
Her words from years ago are still emblazoned in my mind. I’ve replayed them so many times.
Is Harper going back to her basic hard-wiring?
Using sex as a shield to hold me at arm’s length even while I’m balls deep inside her? Using the appearance of intimacy to hold the real thing at bay? All the while she’s getting ready to walk away?
The thought guts me.
I roll us over in the king-size bed, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress beside her head.