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“What, you don’t like it? I thought you loved me in bikinis? Isn’t that how you found your mystery girl?”
“Correction…” I flip her onto her back.
“I found you post bikini, and had I known this was my future, I would have stripped you bare and carried you over my shoulder, I may have locked you in my room, possibly would have gone to prison after Ryan kicked my ass or attempted to. We both know his right hook is weak as fuck.” She nods like she does know. Damn, I love her.
“And yeah, our story would have ended differently.”
“True.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
“But I like our ending.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Why?”
“It’s messy.” She shrugs.
“But messy makes us stronger right?”
“Right.” I rasp, leaning down for a kiss. She hooks her heels behind me. A fist bangs against our bedroom door.
“You better not be having sex.”
“Okay Dad!” I yell back.
“Oh God, Easton, right there, right there, oh, oh,’ Harper starts screaming like a porn star, and instead of laughing, I’m so turned on I swear my dick turns to stone as I watch.
“Son of a bitch, Easton!” Ryan roars.
“I’ll kill you!”
“IT’S NOT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW!” I yell back, angry that he’s ruining this super fucking sexy moment of Harper fake orgasming beneath mefuck he’s such a cock block sometimes!
“Ohhhhhbhhh.” Harper reaches down and slides her hand beneath her tiny little bikini bottoms. I watch like it’s free porn. I can barely breathe. When the fuck can I marry this girl? I mean, seriously. I’m afraid to move as she hooks her hands inside the bottoms. I can tell when her fingers start to move because her hips buck. Is this really happening?
“You guys suck!” Ryan yells.
“Sucking,” I repeat in a daze.
“Yes, great idea, all the sucking.”
“All of it,” Harper pants. I grab her hand and jerk it from underneath her bottoms, then suck on her two fingers tasting her there and wishing that I could sit here, the rest of my life and just watch her pleasure herself over and over again. I’d be okay with that sort of torture, that sort of hell.
“My turn,” I growl.
“Hurry.” Her cheeks are pink. I tug down her bottoms, then reach for my shorts and do the same. My dick is already so hard it’s painful as I thrust into her, quickly, efficiently, damn we have it down to a perfect science, though I’d like to think of it as art as I pump into her. We both know, without even saying it, that Ryan’s probably grumpy and wants everyone to hang out since it’s our last night before everyone starts to buckle down and worry about getting ready for college, but all I’m worried about is making my girl feel everything. And all she’s worried about, it seems, is to scream so loud she traumatizes her brother and best friend for life. Can’t say I’m not on board for that. Her body is so tight, so hot and wet, I can’t breathe. I kiss her hard, devouring any confession she may still have left on her lips as our bodies move in sync. It’s so perfect. Us. The lake house. Everything. She smiles against my mouth, and I feel her let go. It’s beautiful, knowing that I’m the one that causes her release, that she’s so free with me and always can be, that she’s mine and that I can be myself, finally. Fuck I was such a pussy about relationships earlier this year, and now I can’t imagine anything else or anything better than this. I’m ready to handcuff the poor girl to me. She’d probably say yes only because of the kink. We both find release.
It’s perfection. And when we finally make it out to the hot tub, both of us completely sated it’s to find a pair of swim shorts, an empty bottle of champagne, along with an empty hot tub.
“Where the hell are they?” I ask.
“DON’T LOOK OVER HERE!” Ryan yells. And, of course, we do exactly that. He’s standing behind the tree to the right, completely naked and Sadie has a switch from one of the same trees in her hand. She’s still in her suit as she hits him again.
“That feel good, baby?”
“Yes!” he yells.
“No!” And then.
“LOOK AWAY!”
“I will never recover from this,’ Harper says under her breath.
“And yet I can’t look away at all; his ass is so white I’m blinded.”
“Ewwww.” Harper turns to me and then slowly gets into the hot tub.
“Pretty sure we can tune them out with all my moans and screams.”
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” I get in after her.
“Yup.” She peels off her top and tosses it to the ground.
“If we can’t look, neither can they.” I’m ready again.
“Look away, Ryan,” I say. He’s clearly busy at this point. I see Sadie grab his hand. They run into the house probably to finish what they started leaving Harper and me alone in the hot tub.
“So.” The water laps at her breasts as she swims toward me.
“What should we do?”
“Stargaze.” I pull it out of my ass.
“Respect one another…have a nice chill dinner where we talk about our hopes and dreams and” She pinches my dick with her fingers.
“Son of a” I jerk away.
“Or we can just love each other, fuck on occasion, and I can feed you when you get hungry. After all, my mystery girl needs to eat to keep up her energy.”
“True.” She floats toward me then sits on my lap. My cock brushes against her ass; I can barely hold my groan in.
“And in the meantime…” She reaches behind and squeezes. I curse. And then she’s holding her breath, and her mouth is sucking me under the water. I forget all other thoughts. And look up at the stars and smile. Okay, so maybe I’ll stargaze and find a lucky star to thank for the girl of my dreams. My mystery girl. Harper.
Easton
“Hey there.” A random girl tries to touch my arm, I recoil and shake my head as if to say, not in this lifetime, but I’m saved by my girl as she slides up next to me and glares. The girl walks off, nearly falling in her flipflops and impaling herself on a bike rack in all her haste to get away.
“Damn, you didn’t even have to say anything.” I hold Harper close.
“I’ve developed a really good resting bitch face since dating you.” Harper looks ready to pat herself on the back.
“Anyway, how was orientation?” She’s wearing the cutest little jean shorts and crop top showing off her curvy body, and damn, I’m not normally a fan of cowboy boots, but I literally see her in nothing else but them and want to slam her against the nearest building and peel her clothes from her body.
“Hey.” She snaps her fingers.
“Eyes up here!”
“Hmm?” I blink.
“What?”
“Men,’ she mutters.
“Yes, I’m in boots. Yes, my shorts are short.” She turns around, showing near ass cheek.
“Yes, you can fuck me later but right now, tell me about orientation!” She stomps one of the boots, endearing her to me even more as I smirk at her little scowl.
“Okay, okay, it was intense, but I’m really excited about being here. I think I’ll be challenged, and so far, the professors seem really cool.”
“Good.” She grabs my hand. I squeeze hers back as we start walking down the sidewalk. College so was not what I thought it would be. So far, freshman orientation takes up all of our timewe’re in different majors, so we still see each other every day, but it’s an adjustment after basically living together all summer. Her parents would be dumbdumbs if they didn’t know that we were in the same room whenever we were at the lake house. Add that into the fact that her mom and dad went on their very first overseas trip since their honeymoon for a month, and yeah, it’s not like Harper stayed at her house the entire time. Between my house and hers, it was basically like an intro into adulthood and possibly living together, so when it came time to figure stuff out for college, I just said fuck it and asked her to live with me. Her parents, I think, were so thankful they didn’t have to pay for her housing that they were at least a bit okay with it. I may have lied a bit and said she’d be in the other room and that we’d be sharing with one other person who I’ve yet to actually meet, but I figured worstcase scenario, we’d find some sad freshman who needed to catch a break, let them live with us, and all would work out. I kissed the back of her hand.
“Should we go make dinner?”
“Lwas thinking Italian.”
“Nice choice.” I stopped walking.
“Shit, I need to go get groceries. Damn, I keep forgetting they don’t magically appear in our fridge.”
“No, the grocery fairy, aka your mom, does not, in fact, live in our fridge.” Harper laughs.
“But I did actually stop off and grab some stuff just in case you wanted to stay in tonight. One of the only Italian dishes I know involves noodles, sauce, and a whole bunch of…” She laughs.
“Meat.”
“Oh, does it?” Fuck how am I already turned on over food?
“That’s… wonderful.”
“Yup.” She looks ready to skip in front of me. She tugs my hand harder.
“And for dessert, I bought whipped cream…”
“Where do we put that?” I ask dumbly. She throws her head back and laughs, then sobers and says,
“Wherever you want.” I groan.
“How am I so turned on right now?”
“When are you not?” she asks.
“And we’re only a few minutes away from the apartment.’
“Mmm.” I nod in agreement, staring at her boots again.
“You should cook in just those.”
“And you’ll do what? Watch?”
“Supervise, duh.” I shrug and spin her around.
“I’ll make sure you’re doing a good job, and every time you drop something, I’ll slap your ass, think of it as both reward and punishment.’ I pull her against me and kiss her nose.
“Tell me you’re wet for me right now just thinking about a wooden spoon coming down on your ass.” She wiggles against me, her cheeks going red.
“People are staring.” I laugh.
“Let them stare. Let them be jealous.”
“Jealous, huh?” She teases.
“Of how horny we are for each other?”
“That…” I pull her tighter.
“And how much we love each other, how much it shows, and how fucking thankful I am that I stumbled across a mystery girl and decided to make her mine.”
“Just took you a hot minute.” She pats my head.
“Didn’t it?”
“I should have known; I whisper.
“I would know you anywhere now.”
“Even in the dark?”
“Yup!”
“You sure?”
I prove it hours later when we decide to reenact the whole moment-I mean, of course, it’s our small kitchen, so I know she’s there, but as I see her silhouette, I think to myself how fucking grateful I am that she’s here with me and how awesome it is that she’s not just my other half but my best friend. Most guys don’t get this lucky. Then again, most guys aren’t dating Harper Quinn.
“Love you,” I whisper hours later when we’re in bed, and she’s naked across me.
“Love you too,” she answers back with a yawn.
“Love you so much.”
Easton
“l’ll want to tell you a story,’ I start, a smile moving over my face as all the memories come back to me. There are so many of them. Years worth. Fifteen to be exact.
“It all started with a party, a bathroom, and a power outage.” I shake my head, laughing.
“I’ll spare you those details, but what resulted from that party was the most epic of love stories. One that had so many highs and lows. One that was as rocky as it was beautiful. We were so young and total opposites, but somehow she was made for me.” Completely made for me.
“She was the most beautiful girl at school, but I was too caught up in a life I won’t go into to even notice her. I never knew what love was, until I was with her. Love that is all consuming, that takes your breath away. Love that makes you miss the person even when you are away from them for only a few minutes. Love that makes you know you would do anything in the world for that person. That is what it felt like, being in love with her. My voice drifts and I think of our life together. How we started, and what we’ve built. How we’ve come so far, and what we’ve accomplished.
“UCLA was never the school of my dreams, I just knew there was no way I wanted to go to Stanford and be without her …” I sigh, recalling the disappointment from my parents I was a third generation legacy, my path had been mapped out for me from the moment the doctor told them,
“It’s a boy!” and diverting from their path was not what they expected.
“lL loved her, and it didn’t matter if I would disappoint my parents. I had to follow my heart, so I went with her to Los Angeles for college.” A smile crosses my face. Those moments feel like yesterday, yet they also feel like a lifetime ago.I rock my body, back and forth, like music is playing in the room, but it’s just silence and my voiceand my memories.
“We moved in together freshman year and that’s where we lived until we graduated, and now there’s a finance diploma hanging on the wall, and a degree in social work for her.” I move over to the window, taking in the view from the second story of our house.
“My graduation present to her was a condo downtown-thanks to my hefty trust fund-and a two week vacation in Europe. She said it was too much …” I shake my head.
“But it wasn’t enough. Not for her, not for my girl-she deserved the world and I planned to give it to her.” I bend my knees and straighten them, adding in that movement to combine with the arm swinging.
“That’s where it all started, in that condo downtown-the start of her career and the beginning of mine. The true foundation of our life together and what we have now.’ I close my eyes for a moment, recalling the basic dinners we tried cookingand burningtogether and the long walks we took after we got off work. When we were tired yet full of excitement and dreams. So many dreams. The weekends off when we would escape to the lake house or stay in the city, finding new brunch spots to test out, determined to locate the best mimosa in town. So young, so in love.
I move over to the rocking chair, carefully taking a seat, keeping up the swinging, which is now guided by the chair. The swish of air as the chair moves adds to the calming mood permeating the room.
“And then came the moment when it was time to propose. I knew she wouldnt want a diamond the width of her finger. That’s not her style, money and glam isn’t something she was ever after. I worked with our family jeweler and designed something that was made for her. Humble. Exquisite. Breathtakingly beautiful. I took her to the lake house, a place that holds so many memories for us, and I asked her to marry me. Under the blanket of stars and with a gentle breeze blowing, she said yes and I didnt think my life could ever be more complete.” I pause thinking about our wedding, and how perfect it was.
“The only place she wanted to get married was at the point at the lake. When she rounded the corner and I saw her in that white dress, I was done for. The tears were pouring down my face, and I didnt even care. AllI could think was, ‘how did I get this lucky?’. I was totally one of those grooms that they show on TikTok crying like a baby when he sees his bride, and trust me there was no shame in my game” Another sigh leaves me. It’s so easy to get caught up in the memories. I look up at the ceiling pasted with glow in the dark stars, rocking back and forth, and I smile.
“Now what came after the wedding was not what we expected.” I chuckle.
“They say God laughs when you make plans, and boy was he rolling on the floor laughing at us. I came home from golfing one day with a client to find her on the bed crying.” I shake my head, hating the thought of her tears. Any of them.
“Let me tell you, when I see her cry, no matter what the reason, it just kills me. She held up a positive pregnancy test and when I asked her why she was upset, she said she was scared to be a mother.” How wrong she’d been to be scared. She’s a freaking natural..
“We had so many doubts over what type of parents we would be. Will we know what to do, or would we fu-fudge it up. I had no doubt she would be the best mother there ever was. We decided to move home where we grew up, to be closer to our family.” Her parents stepped in and helped us so much-and surprisingly enough, so did mine. They both love being grandparents.
“We had twin boys-really shouldn’t have been a shocker, considering. But that’s not the biggest surprise to happen-just hang in there, I’ll get to that part soon. A fond smile crosses my face as I think back to that particular time of our lives, Talk about a challenge.
“No parenting books could have prepared us for those hellions. They were like two bulls in a China shop 24/7. We would fall into bed at night so exhausted, but also grateful for those two precocious boys. When Ryder and Jamie were four, we decided our family wasnt yet complete. So when we found out we were having baby number three, we were so excited and she being the planner she is, couldn’t wait to find out if we were having a boy or a girl.” Another chuckle escapes me, remembering Harper’s frustration.
“You wouldnt position yourself right at every ultrasound we went to, and we went to a lot. We couldnt tell if you were a boy or a girl, and the doctor kept calling you our mystery baby!” My smile is huge as I glance down at the sweet bundle in my arms to find sleepy eyes peeking up at me, and my heart threatens to burst.
“Remember when I said, twins weren’t the biggest surprise? No, that was the day you were born. Your mother was so strong during the delivery, doing everything the doctor said and on the final push, when you came out-he looked at us and said, Harper and Easton, meet your mystery girl! We cried tears of joy knowing that name held so much more meaning to us than what Dr. Davis knew.” Rising to my feet, I walk over to the window once again and lay her head on my shoulder, patting her on the back as I begin raining kisses all over her tiny face.
“So that is the story of us, our family of five. A story I will never get tired of telling.” As I walk to her crib and lay her down, I just stare at Ava. Our daughter.
“God you are so tiny,’ I whisper as she holds my finger with her hand, not wanting to let go, fighting the sleep that will be coming soon,
“Your eyes are just like your mother’s. And your perfect lips, your ten tiny fingers and toes.” Swear to God, tears threaten and I let them come, overwhelmed with love.
“You are so perfect, baby girl. You’re mine, you know. Just like your mom is mine, too.”
“Oh Easton.” I turn to find Harper standing in the open doorway of our daughter’s bedroom, tears flowing down her face. I hold my arms out to her and she comes for me, walking straight into them, her face pressed against my chest as I kiss her temple.
“We’ve made a good life,’ I whisper into her hair.
“The best,” she murmurs, giggling when one of our son’s shouts,
“MOMMY’!” from downstairs.
“I love you.”
“Llove you too, baby.” I squeeze her tight, angling us both so we can stare at the wonder that is our daughter.
“And I still cant believe you’re mine.”