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Ryan doesn’t even bother to respond. He’s probably lip locked with Sadie right now, the fucker.
Iglare at Harper, biting at her fingers covering my mouth, making her yelp and drop her hand.
“Come up to my room,” she says softly.
“You’re too angry to leave. I’ll help you calm down.”
I follow her up the stairs, my mind racing, filled with infinite possibilities.
I can confront Blake at his house.
School.
In class.
At lunch.
In the parking lot.
At a football game?
On campus is risky. We could get in trouble, though I’m pretty much untouchable there.
Blake could go down though-thanks to my fists and a possible suspension.
I smile. Yeah. I like the idea of a double whammy.
That sounds fucking perfect.
Harper drags me into her room and shuts and locks the door before she shoves at me.
“Sit on the bed.”
I do as she says, frowning. Fully prepared for her to chastise me for being a macho asshole.
She doesn’t do any of that. Nope, my girl tackles me, pushing me so I have no choice but to fall backward onto the mattress with her on top of me, her lower body snug with mine.
Just like that, my cock stirs.
“Take your aggression out on me,” she whispers just before she dips her head, her mouth landing on mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth, circling around mine and that’s all it takes.
I’m a goner.
I thrust my hands into her hair, holding her head in place as we devour each other. She’s squirming all over me, making me crazy, and I roll over, pressing her into the mattress, taking over the situation.
She moans when I kiss down the length of her neck, nipping and biting, not holding back. Not wanting to be careful. Harper’s into it, she can’t stop moving. Touching me. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, fingers skimming up and down my back and I shudder at her touch.
She’s trying to soothe while I’m desperate to rile her up.
Reaching between us, I tug at her shirt, tunneling my hand beneath it to grope at her tits. Tear at her bra. I yank it down, exposing her and I shift away from her neck so I can attack her nipples.
When I bite one, she hisses, pulling on my hair extra tight.
“You’re hurting me,” she murmurs.
“You like it,” I whisper against her flesh, dragging my tongue across her nipple to take away the sting.
She doesn’t respond. She just moans, helping me when I reach for the front of her jeans. Soon she’s completely naked and her hand is in the front of my jeans, her fingers curling around my dick, squeezing it extra hard. I thrust into her hand, desperate for more of her aggressive touch.
“Your parents coming home soon?” I ask her in between harsh pants.
Harper nods jerkily.
“Probably.”
I could give a fuck. All I want is to plunge inside her tight heat. Fuck her into oblivion.
Kicking off my shoes, I shove at my jeans until they’re gone too and without warning! push inside her, filling her completely.
She goes still, her eyes wide as they meet mine.
I start to move, never looking away as I increase my pace, fucking her steadily. Her eyes fall closed and I cup my hand around her chin, giving her face a gentle shake.
“Look at me.”
Harper does as I say, her gaze steady on mine as I thrust into her. In and out. In and out. I don’t want her to forget who she’s with. Who’s fucking her. Who can make her feel like this.
Me.
Only me.
She circles her legs around my hips, sending me deeper and a strangled groan comes from deep within my chest. I press my forehead to hers and piston my hips, fucking her hard.
Harder.
Our sweaty skin sticks together with my every thrust. The scent of sex fills the room and my balls are slapping against her ass, and still, I won’t slow down. Won’t come yet either.
I’m trying to draw this moment out. Make it last as long as possible.
“Easton,” she whimpers, her eyes finally closing, as if she can’t stand to look at me any longer.
She’s too overcome.
“I know, baby,” I murmur against her lips just before I kiss her. She responds eagerly, her hands in my hair, her thighs tightening around my hips.
“You want to come?”
Her nod is frantic.
“Please.”
“Beg for it.” I slow my movements, dragging my cock out of her before I inch my way back in.
“Please, Easton. Please make me come. I need you.”
Damn, she didn’t even hesitate.
Fucking hot.
Bracing my hands on the mattress, I fuck her in earnest, a grunt leaving me with every thrust until she’s writhing beneath me, straining toward me as the orgasm suddenly washes over her, making her shake. I watch in fascination, the sensation of her pussy milking my cock sending me right over the edge.
Rendering me completely useless. Mindless.
Fuck, this girl.
She has no idea what she does to me.
What she means to me.
None.
Harper
“Easton.” I nudge his bare shoulder, silently marveling at the muscle I feel there. He’s firm -hard all over. If I had more time, I’d spend it exploring his naked body with my mouth. My tongue. My hands and my fingers.
But we don’t have the time. My parents should be home from work any minute while we’re still in my bed.
Naked.
“Wha?” he asks, his voice muffled against the pillow.
Within minutes of us having sex, he collapsed next to me and fell asleep. Like who does that?
Easton, I guess. Any other time I would’ve found it adorable, but I wanted to talk more about Blake and what Easton and my brother discovered in his car. I wanted to stare at those photos some more and really look at them. I also wanted to ask him about that look he and Ryan shared earlier, when they didn’t say anything.
What’s their plan? And how can I convince him he can’t just go beat Blake up over this?
They’re friends. They need to work it out.
There’s also that tiny, niggling feeling in the back of my mind that tells me Blake didn’t do this at all.
Aisha did.
Unfortunately, I can’t seem to convince Easton that she’s evil enough to come for me. Why does he always protect her? Or write her off? It’s so annoying.
Why won’t he believe me?
Shoving my worry aside, I focus on waking Easton up and getting him out of my bed.
“My parents are going to be home soon,” I whisper, then let myself speak louder.
“You should go.”
He sits up, running a hand through his hair, his biceps bulging, completely distracting me.
“Kicking me out?”
The lazy grin on his face is a heart stopper. But I refuse to be swayed by it.
Dipping over the side of the bed, I reach for his shirt and toss it at him, smacking him in the face.
“Yep.”
His smile fades, the shirt falling in his lap.
“Damn. Ruthless, babe.”
I smile sweetly at him before I lean in and drop a kiss on his lips.
“Not in the mood to get caught naked in bed with my boyfriend, babe.”
“True, true.” He nods, pulling his T-shirt on before he reaches for the rest of his clothes.
He gets dressed in a hurry, as do I, until we’re both fully clothed and I’m raking my fingers through my messy hair while he checks his phone, a frown on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
He glances up, smiling faintly.
“Ah, nothing.”
Uh huh. I don’t believe him. He’s keeping secrets from me, and I don’t like it.
At all.
We head out of my room and down the stairs, and I notice how quiet the house is. Where’s Ryan and Sadie? Did they actually leave?
Sadie must hate me. I just ditched her for Easton, after complaining to her that Easton ditched me for Ryan.
Sometimes, I’m a shit friend. I’ll call her later and apologize. I need to get my head out of my ass and be a better friend to her. She’s been so good to me, always rushing to my defense.
But she’s also keeping her own secrets
Pausing at the front door, Easton turns toward me, his expression soft, his hair still sex rumpled. He’s absolutely adorable and he’s watching me with dopey eyes, like he’s high or something.
Not on drugs. More like he’s high on me.
“We need to do that more often.” He kisses me, his lips soft. Lingering.
“I like making you beg.”
My cheeks go hot and I press my fingers against his lips.
“Shush. We can’t talk about that now.”
“Your parents aren’t home yet.” I drop my fingers and he delivers another scorching kiss.
“Stop worrying.”
“Easton, you should go.” I clear my throat and reach around him, hip checking him so I can open the door without him in the way.
“We’ll talk later?”
He frowns, looking me up and down, as if he doesn’t know what to do with me.
“Sure. I’ll text you after dinner.”
“Sounds good.” I don’t like the confused way he’s staring at me so I give him another kiss to soften my sudden harshness.
“Bye.”
“Hey.” He grabs my shoulders, his expression serious as he studies me.
“You do realize Blake did that to your garage door, right? It wasn’t Aisha.”
Inod, my smile serene.
“You’re right. I know you are.”
The relief on his face is obvious.
“Right. Yeah. Okay, babe. See you later.”
“See you tomorrow.” I open the door wider, watching as he heads for his car, noticing that Ryan’s car is here
But Sadie’s is gone.
I’m pretty sure they’re together. The house is way too quiet.