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He slides inside of my body with one sure thrust, filling me up completely.
His face in mine, a smile still lingering on his lips as he says,
“Such a good girl.
Asking for what you want.” I move with his every thrust, savoring the grunt that leaves him every time he pushes inside of me, wrapping my legs around his hips so I can send him further inside of me.
I don’t close my eyes like I usually do.
Instead, I watch him.
Watch us.
Absorb the sounds of our bodies connecting, our skin slapping against each other, the smell of sex filling the room.
I forget everything.
All of our troubles.
My worry.
My paranoia.
I concentrate instead on this boy.
This wonderful, horrible, magical boy who knows how to make me feel better by feeding me popcorn and giving me soda and letting me watch a cheesy rom com.
This boy who is also a man and knows how to give my body so much pleasure I almost feel like I could die from it.
He opens his eyes and stares at me as he increases his pace.
Sweat dots his forehead.
His breathing accelerates and when he pushes so deep inside of my body I cry out, that’s when I feel him spill inside of me.
Flooding me completely.
I hold him close as he pants and groans, his orgasm causing him blissful agony.
I stroke his damp with sweat hair.
His back.
Grip his perfect ass and hold him to me, savoring the sensation of his cock pulsing deep within my body.
He feels good.
Perfect.
“You didn’t come,” he says seconds later, his mouth pressed against my neck.
I shake my head.
“It’s okay.”
“No.
It’s not.” I lightly stroke his firm ass, giggling when he clenches the muscles there.
“Really.
It is.”
“No girl leaves my bed without being fully satisfied.”
He bites the side of my neck, his sharp teeth making me hiss.
“Especially you.” We kiss some more, and I can feel him grow hard.
Harder.
Until he starts moving inside of me, eventually lifting away so he can stroke my clit while he still fucks me.
That’s what he does this time around.
He fucks me.
Hard.
Purely intent on making me come.
Until I do.
I shatter, falling apart with a whimper and a moan.
Put back together with a kiss and a promise from Easton.
“I will always protect you.
No matter what.”
Harper
Ryan, Sadie and I got to school before Easton, so we’re waiting for him as we lean against the car, my gaze on the parking lot entrance, watching for his Jeep.
I’m trying to pretend I’m not paying attention to my brother and my best friend while they flirt with each other, but it’s difficult.
He is really laying it on, and she is definitely lapping it up.
I concentrate on what happened between Easton and I yesterday.
How sweet he was.
The things he said.
The way he looked at me, touched me.
A shiver moves through me and Sadie notices.
“Cold?”
“Nope.” I smile at her and she rolls her eyes.
Easton’s Jeep appears and he pulls into a spot so swiftly, the tires squeal, making me shake my head.
He drives too fast.
He likes to do lots of fast things.
He can be slow when he needs to be too.
A secretive smile plays upon my lips as he jumps out of the car and slams the door, hitting the keyless remote to lock the Jeep.
He’s headed our way and I swear to God, I can hear him whistling.
Like he’s one of Snow White’s dwarves, ready to go to work.
When Ryan spots Easton, he gets all scowly.
Like he’s mad at him or something, which is ridiculous.
There is no reason Ryan should be holding any kind of grudge against Easton.
Things are good between all of us.
In fact, they’ve never been better.
The moment my gaze finds Easton’s, I’m running toward him, wrapping him up in a big hug as my way of greeting him.
“Good morning.”
He slides his hand over my ass, gripping it firmly.
“Good morning to you too.”
“Jesus, stop groping my sister in the parking lot,” Ryan shouts.
Easton laughs and readjusts me so I’m slammed up against him, and we approach Ryan and Sadie.
“Sorry bro.”
“Uh huh.” Ryan rubs his jaw and lowers his voice.
“Hey.
I saw somethingweird earlier.”
“What did you see?”
Easton asks.
My heart sinks.
God, what now?
“I didn’t mention it to Harper but…”
Ryan quickly glances in my direction as he clears his throat.
“When we were driving to school, we passed Blake’s car parked on the side of the road.
AndI’m pretty sure Aisha was in the Passenger seat.” I freeze up at my brother’s revelation.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought maybe I was just seeing things.”
Ryan shrugs, looking uncomfortable.
Sadie is watching him, her gaze narrowed, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“But the more I think about it, the more I know it was Blake and Aisha in Blake’s car.”
Here we go again, my brother and Easton ready to make Blake look like the bad guy.
I’m so sick of it.
I thought they worked everything out and it was good between them again.
“Why would they be together?”
I ask.
“Blake knows I hate her.”
Easton scowls.
“Maybe since I told him to leave you alone, now he’s trying to get with her.”
“He wouldn’t do that,”
I say firmly.
“He knows how much that would bother me.”
And he does.
Blake wouldn’t betray me like that.
He knows his being with Aisha would cut me to the bone.
“Oh come on, Harp.
He would totally do that,”
Ryan says.
“He’s always looking for free pussy and Aisha gives it up every chance she’s got.” Sadie slaps Ryan’s arm, shutting him up with a glare.
“No.”
I shake my head.
“I don’t believe it.”
“Your faith in that asshole is unshakable.
I don’t get it,” Ryan says.
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Easton mutters.
“I thought you were team me, not team Blake.”
“Of course I’m team Easton.” He’s jealous, I can tell, and I lean in, pressing my mouth against his, trying to comfort him.
“Hey.”
He takes my hand and pulls me away from Ryan and Sadie so they can’t hear us.