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Her.
Not this crazy person using her authority as a way to play me and my friends. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get as she walks toward me and takes my wine glass out of my hand, setting it on the counter.
“Kiss me,” Leigh says.
Iglare.
“I kiss you and this all goes away?”
She shrugs, fucking shugs.
“Sure, why not?”
“You’re the worst.” I let out a bitter laugh.
“How many guys in our school do you do this with, huh? Do you need me to make you feel young again, Leigh?” I draw out her name and am basically in her face.
“Or is this about men your age not getting you off, say where is that husband of yours anyway? Drunk off his ass at some bar because he’s afraid to come home after his shift at the Police station?”
“Well ” I’ve clearly lost my mind as I peer around her and shrug.
“Looks like your ass has gotten huge so maybe that’s why you need to own mine?
She shoves me again.
“Easton, I’m serious.”
“So. Am. I.” I grin.
“Maybe I’m not man enough for you, maybe I should just go.”
“Stop playing games.” She grabs my shirt and rips it on the sleeve.
“Kiss me.”
I stare at her.
I see a painful future.
I see a constant loop of me fucking her in order to get out of shit.
And I see Harper’s broken face.
Her tears.
It hurts more than being expelled.
It hurts more, I imagine, than being ran over by my own Jeep.
What the fuck am I even doing?
I stumble back.
“This won’t ever end, will it?”
“What?” She bats her eyelashes and starts to take off her top, then tosses it to the ground, her breasts on full display.
“Do you mean this?”
She starts touching her nipples and I’m out.
I’m done.
I can’t.
I just can’t anymore.
I shake my head.
“Do your worst, Leigh, but I’m done.”
“You’ll fucking regret this, you shit!” she yells, still topless.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and snap a quick picture of her before she can say anything, then whisper,
“So will you.”
“Delete that!” she roars.
I shrug.
“Now we each have shit. And now you know, I will expose you.”
“Expose this!” She flips me off.
I turn around and leave despite her yelling.
I don’t care anymore.
I just want my girl.
And I need her.
Harper
I check my phone again.
It’s been an hour.
He’s coming back right?
I type out a text then don’t want to sound desperate so I delete it right away and go back to my bed. I grab a pair of short black shorts and put on a white tank with no bra. I want to look sexy but not needy. The only issue is that everytime I think about Easton I nip out and then I want to touch myself and then I start doubting all the things because why?
Like, why me?
Why?
Insecurity is such a bitch and I hate it so much but it’s so hard when I see signs, when I wonder where he is, when he hides his phone, when I hear rumors.
I shove a pillow over my face and scream.
“Wow, so hot.” His voice sounds.
I throw the pillow and look up. He’s standing in front of me with a duffel bag, wearing his black jeans and a ripped black old school Van Halen shirt.
It’s the moment that any girl would literally die.
He’s so gorgeous I swear my ovaries start to weep.
How is he this perfect?
How is he even here?
Before I can say anything he kicks off his Jordan’s and crawls into the bed somehow at the same time peeling off his shirt and laying down next to me.
“How’d you get in?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“Called in a favor from Ryan, he’s probably scarred for life now but ..” his lips meet mine in a searing kiss.
“Worth it, don’t you think?”
“I don’t want to think,” I say, grabbing his face and pulling him down, our lips meet, our tongues tangle in a heated battle as he grinds his body against mine. I try to help him unbutton his jeans but our hands hit each other before he laughs against my mouth and gets them undone, kicking them down to his knees then his ankles before kicking them off onto the ground.
Now I have him.
I have Easton in nothing but black boxer briefs, one necklace around his neck I use for leverage, and muscles spread out for me to feast on. I don’t know where to look first.
His eyes lock on mine, his smile is easy, it’s everything I needed tonight to feel good about where we’re at.
“Hey,” he nips at my lips.
“I missed you.”
“Where’d you go?” I ask.
His eyes look away and then he’s himself again, smiling, laughing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I pinch his arm.
He laughs again.
“I’m here now, isn’t that what matters?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Your parents home?” he asks.
“Ryan literally just walked me up here a few minutes ago and I nearly had a heart attack wondering if I was going to get caught.”
“Asleep,” I say with a happy sigh.
“Both of them take some serious sleeping pills and they were out an hour ago.”
“Noted.” His golden body hovers over mine.
“So basically we can be as loud as we want.”
A knock sounds at my door.
I panic and contemplate shoving him in my closet when Easton smiles and says,
“Come in.”
I’m ready to choke him when the door opens revealing a very annoyed and horrified Ryan.
“This never happened.”
“Agree.” Easton jumps off the bed and grabs his bag, then hands Ryan his Airpod Max noise canceling headphones.
“Here you go, just in case.”
Ryan stares at them, then peers around at me and squeezes his eyes shut.
“How has my life come to this?”
I actually laugh.
“Me screaming and you borrowing your best friend’s headphones so you don’t need therapy for life or something else?”
“I’m never going to forget this conversation am I?” Ryan curses, then holds the blue and silver headphones in the air.
“If these work I’m keeping them you rich jackass.”
“Naturally.” Easton makes a little shoo motion. Ryan flips him off and shuts the door muttering,
“Fucking my sister under my roof what the hell?”
“What dirt do you have on him?” I laugh as Easton turns back toward the bed.
His face falls a bit and then his smile is back.
“Let’s just say he owes me and leave it at that. Besides, I don’t want to talk about your brother right now.”
“Good.” I lick my lips.
“Neither do 1.”
“I like the top.” He reaches for my breasts like he’s been waiting for permission from the universe to finally be mine. I want to ask him what’s going on but the words disappear with the way his mouth latches onto mine.
He wastes no time, shoving me roughly against the bed, peeling my shorts and underwear off, then tossing my shirt over my head all within seconds.
“Eager?” I say breathlessly.
“For you.” He kisses me, it’s almost painful how he presses his soft lips against mine like he’s afraid I’m not real.
“I’ll always miss you, Harper. Always.”
Strong hands roam all over my body until I’m arching beneath his touch, and then as if changing his mind, he flips me onto my stomach, pressing me against the mattress.
“What do you think?
“W-what?”
“Should I stretch you a bit?”
“Stretch ” I repeat, my face going hot while blood pulses through my body.
He leaves me and I hear rustling from his bag, when he’s back, he’s suddenly palming my ass, his fingers coated in something warm, and then his thumb is stretching my ass.
We played a bit in the hot tub tonight, but this feels different.
I don’t know what to say or think and then as he starts sliding his dick against my pussy from behind, I lose all inhibition and push back against his thumb.
I squeeze my eyes shut as his finger goes deeper, something about the pressure of his body, not being able to see him, and the way his length slides across my body has me ready to scream.