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“It’s just sex.” I agree even though I know it’s not. Even though this will be my first time and everything is right and wrong and confusing and imperfect.
“One hundred percent.” He agrees, his mouth leaving mine briefly as he kisses my chin then roughly pulls my leggings down along with my underwear, I’m completely bare to him. I have no time to be embarrassed. Cold air hits my ass as he lifts me onto the counter tugging off my shoes, socks, and letting my leggings dangle from my right leg while he unbuttons his jeans.
I help him.
Something is seriously wrong with us.
If someone told me to stop, I’d compare it to withholding your breath, with choosing not to breathe.
It’s impossible to survive.
His every touch feels like fresh air, I suck him in like an addict-he holds me close like an addiction
His jeans slide down his perfect ass annoying me to no end as he reaches into the drawer by the sink pulling out a condom.
This is happening.
“Easy access?” I taunt.
“Put them in here while you ordered the pizza.” He says kissing me harder.
“So,” I pull away.
“This was planned?”
“No.” He admits, his eyes unfocused, crazy. Just hopeful. Do you really think I’m that insane to fuck you with your brother sitting on my couch.”
“Yes.” I reach for him, biting down on his bottom lip.
“I do.”
“That hurts so good.” He ducks his head into my hair, his lips on my neck, frozen there like he wants to memorize the moment when he’s already promised it means nothing to him.
“No jokes about going fast.”
“No jokes about being a slut.”
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“You aren’t a slut.” He says it so seriously so softly that I look at him, his eyes lock on mine, and then he’s kissing me again, eyes open, eyes searching, filling.
“Tonight, you’re just mine.”
He owns me.
He’s owned me since my brother announced he had a new best friend.
And I’ve wanted him since I can remember.
Without looking away from me he tugs the foil wrapper open, he puts on the condom. I’m afraid to look down.
But when I do it’s to see his fingers creeping up my thighs pulling them further apart as he tucks himself back in like he’s changed his mind, and shocks the hell out of me by licking his lips.
“Sorry I think I prefer a small snack right now.”
I realize I’m shaking.
He knows it.
I don’t know what to say as he presses his palm against me, his finger gently making my body tremble as he finds each spot that’s needy for him, empty for him.
His kiss is soft in the next instant, disarming me as his fingers move. My lips part on a scream as he covers my mouth with his other hand fingering me, before his mouth replaces themhis tongue is invasive and hot. It’s perfect. He knows exactly what he’s doing and who he’s doing it to. My head falls back against the mirror. He’s gripping my hips, his mouth killing me slowly, as he alternates between kissing and sucking.
I feel tears. I’m not embarrassed. I’m scared. Scared this feeling will go away, scared this means too much to me and nothing at all to him.
So I remind him again between kisses.
“This means nothing.”
“Nothing.” He grunts.
“Nothing at all.”
“Never.” My eyes well up with unshed tears.
I refuse to let them fall.
“Never.” He echoes his hands move to my face, our mouths are a tangled web of lies, deceit and lust.
“Never.”
A hand moves between my thighs, I spread them open as he moves his palm against me setting me off in a way I don’t expect.
He whispers my name and it doesn’t sound like a curse, it’s gentle, sad, it’s everything I wanted, nothing he’ll ever admit probably even happened.
“Fuck, Harper,” He feels me let go and pulls back gripping himself in his hand, pumping wildly while his other hand finishes me off. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in real life.
“Fuck.”
My head slams back against the mirror, his breath is labored. Easton’s eyes open searching for mine. In any other situation I would have thought we were having a moment but too soon it’s gone.
I hear Ryan’s voice.
“Guys? Where did you go? Damn I’m high ”
Easton relaxes like he’s glad Blake clearly shared the goods.
Two hours later we decide to stay the night after my uber never showed and Sadie never answered. The boys are too high so of course I’m trapped.
An hour after I lay down and attempt sleep and the house is silent, I hear a creak in the floor. The guest room door opens.
And Easton is crashing in my bed, an arm wrapped around me.
I don’t sleep for a while, I just repeat to myself over and over again.
“Remember, this means nothing.”
Easton
I’m a dick.
I hold her all night and go to school the next day pretending like nothing happened. Her locker is back to normal though I have a bad feeling it’s just going to get worse if she’s seen with me and I’m still pissed that I don’t know who took it upon themselves to be an asshole to Harper of all people.
A small annoying voice inside me says that I’m an asshole enough for her to actually suspect me, but I ignore it, just like the feeling of want every time she walks by smelling like fucking sunshine and the tropics.
I know I’m in a shit mood.
Ryan points it out to me several times and asks if I’m hung over to which I want to reply yeah, from your sister.
That would be a shit show.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She’s not even that pretty!
Lie.
I scowl and look down at my phone in annoyance. It’s dying and all I want to know is if she’s okay, where the hell she’s at and shit I’m acting like such a pussy right now. Ryan’s furiously texting someone like his thumbs are gonna fall off if he doesn’t send it fast enough.
“Yo, can I borrow your phone?”
“Huh?” He doesn’t look up.
“You have a phone, it’s in your hand.”
I wave it at him knowing he won’t look up.
“Battery almost died, I just need to look up the score from the game last night.”
“What game?” He frowns at his screen, damn it just give me your phone!
“The basketball game.” Surely there was one on last night right?
He sighs.
“Hold up.”
Seconds later I have his phone while he’s digging into his lunch and pulling out candy and a Coke..
A minute after that I’m texting her from his phone, and using his battery to charge mine so I can at least have a bit of juice.
It’s almost too easy.
A few minutes go by as I wait for her text.
Nothing.
Its’ her fault anyway, I would have charged my phone had I actually stayed in my room last night rather than pulling her greedily into my arms and trying not to kiss her again.
“Thanks man.” I hand his phone back to him and stand.
Lunch is almost over. I haven’t seen Harper the entire lunch period but assume that she’s out doing what nerdy girls do-studying.
I hate that my eyes keep searching for her and look down at my phone.
Me: Harper Where are you?
Little bubbles pop up right away, then disappear. It’s slow torture as I wait for her to at least send me a middle finger emoji.
H: I’m in the library.
Hlaugh. Of course she is.
H: With Blake
Nope!
I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake of all people? The guy should still be high from last night.
And again.
There were rules about this sort of thing.
The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m jerking open the library doors and stomping towards their table. Both of their heads are leaning in as she points at her book
The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as a tutor.
“Thanks,” I hear him say, then glance up and smile.
“I needed a good idea for his present and my brain is fried.”
“Stop with the weed.” She smiles.
“You’re just killing brain cells.”
He laughs.
“I have some to spare.”
“Do you though?” I interject fully looking like a jealous idiot.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh.” Harper blushes.
“It’s Ryan’s birthday soon and Blake wants to earn extra friend points by getting him something better than you.”
I gawk.
“And you’re helping him?”
“He bought me coffee.” She smiles.
The only response I can think of is, who gave you orgasms yesterday? Me.
I’m the mother fucking winner in this scenario.
You’re. Welcome.
Instead I just stand there like an idiot.
“That means it’s your birthday soon.”
Blake slowly claps and stands.
“He’s so good at math.”
I flip him off, today is so not the day to piss me off, not after touching her, being
I trip over my own feet in an effort to sprint out of the cafeteria and down the hall into the library. What the hell is she doing with Blake of all people? The guy should still be high from last night.
And again.
There were rules about this sort of thing.
The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m jerking open the library doors and stomping towards their table. Both of their heads are leaning in as she points at her book.
The guy has a near perfect GPA, no way is he actually using her as a tutor.