I Kissed Her First: A BOUND TOGETHER NOVEL

by Becs, Lindsay

  She’s quiet for a minute, looking at her bare feet. “I think I’d like to have tonight to myself. Is that okay?” she asks, looking up at me from under her lashes.

  “Of course,” I answer. But I hate the space that’s growing between us. It seems to have gotten bigger since her little trip to the West Coast.

  Leaning forward, she presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Dinner tomorrow?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Get your work done so next week I can have you all to myself.”

  Grinning at her, I say, “Sure thing, Mrs. Tomlin.”

  “Ew!! That’s your mother, Teddy!” She laughs with a scrunched-up face.

  “It’ll also be you soon, Harps.” Her eyes widen like she just now realized that. Yeah, that doesn’t make me feel any better.

  “Night, Teddy.” She laughs, opening the door to leave.

  “Night.”

  Blowing out a frustrated breath once the door closes behind her, I run my hands through my hair. After pouring a glass of whiskey, I grab my discarded laptop and get back to work. Because right now, distraction is key.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Harper

  Since it’s the week of my wedding, I took the week off of work. Other than doing my yoga routine to center myself as I begin each day, I’m not teaching a class or seeing clients at the clinic.

  The first few days, I started out not knowing what to do with myself. Soon, I realized these were the best days because I got to surf until my feet pruned and my arms ached. I hadn’t felt that rush mixed with exhaustion in so long, and it felt glorious.

  I’d lie on my board, close my eyes and let the water dance with me when I got tired and needed a break before jumping back up and riding in, only to run back to the surf and dive under the crashing waves to do it all again.

  Tonight is my bachelorette party, and I know that with Gabby planning it, it’s going to be full of all things cock and dirty. And I can’t wait.

  I’m just finishing up my lipstick when I hear her walk into my house. “I’m up here,” I yell down to her from my open bathroom door.

  “You better be showing lots of skin and have fuckable lips or I’m throwing you in the shower to start over,” she tells me as she makes her way up. But she pauses in the doorway, and by the look on her face, I think I did her proud tonight. “Daaaayum, girl!”

  “Did I pass?” I ask, puckering my lips, which are painted a bright pink that I’ve never worn before in my life but am loving.

  I’m wearing a white dress with a corset-type top with thick straps that meet at another that wraps around my neck like a collar. The skirt is tight with a slit that goes up to my hip, meaning I’m not wearing panties of any kind tonight. And the bodice is sheer with the exception of the cups on my breasts, so no bra either. All that paired with skinny, strappy heels, making my legs look forever long.

  I hardly recognize myself in the mirror. It’s nothing like I’ve ever worn before. It’s all much more Gabby than me if we’re being honest here, but I want to feel sexy and let my inhibitions go for one night.

  My hair is down, slick, straight and shiny. With my done-up face of thick-lined eyes and pink lips, I’m feeling myself tonight.

  “If Teddy saw you right now,” she starts to laugh but reels it in. “Shit, I’d fuck you right now, Harps.”

  “Shut up,” I say with an eye-roll. “Is the car here?”

  “Waiting downstairs.” She smirks, and I’m scared of what that means for what’s to come.

  The two of us get into a luxurious limo, and I’m greeted by both my sister and Teddy’s sister, Dani. And Tristan.

  “What are you doing here?” I laugh, trying to sit without flashing my Brittney to everyone.

  “I’m here for a lap dance, obviously,” he answers with a straight face, not missing a beat.

  Shoving his shoulder, I ask again. “I’m serious. You being here with a bunch of dirty women cannot be how you want to spend your Thursday night.” He shrugs with that grin that almost convinced me to go to out with him once upon a time. “Please tell me Teddy didn’t put you on babysitting duty.” I’ll be so pissed if he did. And I wouldn’t put it past him to do it either.

  “I’m here to make sure you girls all stay safe and accounted for. I’m your security guard, baby.” He winks. “Trust me when I say, this won’t exactly be a hardship,” he adds with a deep chuckle. His eyes look me up and down, and he licks his lips before leaning into me and whispering in my ear. “If I’d known you had this side to you, I would have tried a little harder back in the day.” His teeth bite into my earlobe before he sits back with mischief in his eyes, leaving me with my mouth agape, shocked that he just said and did that. He pushes under my chin to close my mouth with a chuckle.

  “To Harper’s last days to live it up as an unchained woman,” Gabby says, handing out shots to everyone. “Drink up, bitches! We’re partying tonight, Gabriella style.” She laughs darkly before tossing back her shot.

  I follow suit and then eye the two with sticks up their asses. “Vi. Dani. Drink or get the fuck out. I’m having fun tonight, and I don’t want to be judged by your sour faces all night,” I snap. I feel bad for a second when Gabby snorts a laugh and Tristan muffles his own, but fuck. I don’t need them ruining this one night I have to let loose before it all turns into brunches and stuffy dinners and ‘suitable’ clothes.

  They give each other a look before they move for the door. Well, then.

  “I knew it was a bad idea inviting them,” Gabby mutters, pouring us glasses of champagne.

  “We want you to have fun, Harper. And you’re right, we’d hold you back from that. We talked about it before. So, we’re going to go. We didn’t plan on staying all night either way,” my sister says with a kind smile on her face, and I feel bad now for what I said. “I love you. No matter what crazy stuff you do,” she adds with a shake of her head.

  “Love you too, Violet. Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry for snapping. Forgive me?”

  “It’s forgotten.” She waves a hand like it was nothing. “Have fun.”

  “Oh, she will,” Gabby sing-songs, making us all laugh.

  I hug my sister and wave to Dani before they close the door and the limo takes off to whatever fun we’re about to have.

  Gabby keeps filling my glass, and soon, I have no idea where we’re going, but I know I’m getting drunk faster than I wanted to.

  When the limo stops, I’m excited to see we’re at the airport. That feeling only intensifies as we approach a waiting jet. “Where are we going?”

  “Guess,” Gabby smirks. “Since the cockblockers left early, we can take off earlier. Let’s go.”

  I turn to look at Tristan in question. He just nods with a knowing smile for me to get on the jet. I can’t fight how much I want to see where we’re going. He helps me climb the steps since I’m a little wobbly after all the shots on an empty stomach.

  Once we take off, the aircrew brings out platters full of mouthwatering tapas and charcuterie boards. We keep drinking, finishing off two bottles of champagne before long, but the food helps to soak some of it up.

  Then, out of nowhere, a man comes out of the back room and music starts to thump around the inside of the jet. I cover my face with my hands and squeal knowing what's about to happen.

  “Oh, no you don’t!” Gabby tells me, pulling my hands away, and then I see there’s a second man and a woman. I look over at Gabby, and she just lifts a shoulder. “I couldn’t leave him out,” she says, gesturing to Tristan. Nervously laughing, I turn back to the dancers in front of us.

  I’m surprised when they don’t just get naked right away. Instead, they take their time in a slow seduction of dance and movements on each other and with us. It’s such an erotic experience and something I never knew existed. The fact that we’re in the air with nowhere to go adds to it too.

  My eyes nearly bug out when Tristan takes his shirt off and stands to join them. He pulls me to my feet, and G
abby pushes my reluctant back to get me to dance with him.

  Tilting my face up to look at him, he asks, “You trust me, right?” I nod, but I’m scared, not knowing what’s about to happen. “You know I will never let anything or anyone hurt you.” I nod again and swallow nervously. “Then close your eyes and let your body relax.”

  I do as he says, and then I feel two hard bodies press against my back and front. I’m stiff at first as my breathing picks up, but I let out slow breaths and let my head fall back onto the chest of the man behind me. Hands slide across my stomach but don’t get too close to my intimate parts. Before long, I’m dancing and grinding with the men with a smile on my face. I open my eyes to see that Tristan is back in his seat getting a lap dance from the woman.

  Looking over to Gabby, I hook a finger at her to join me. Pulling her in front of me, we’re pressed against each other in seconds. Licking my lips, I smirk, knowing she’s thinking the same thing I am. “For old time’s sake,” I tell her before pressing my mouth to hers. I hear a muffled fuck from someone when I slide my tongue into her mouth, but I don’t know if it’s Tristan or one of the other guys.

  We kiss for a few minutes before pulling away, staring at each other a moment before we both start to laugh and sink back into our seats. Rubbing my thighs together, I sip on more of my bubbly as the men remove their pants and everything kicks up another notch.

  Looking over at Tristan, I see the woman on his lap is topless. She whispers something in his ear before he looks down at her in question. She smiles and nods, and then his hands are on her. She moans, tilting her head back and rolling it between her shoulders. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in real life.

  Turning my head away, I look at Gabby, who lifts a brow at me. She kicks off one of her shoes, putting her foot up on her seat. Her dress pushes up to her waist, opening herself up. She’s not wearing underwear either, and you can see all of her. She slides her hand down to her pussy, and when she pushes a finger inside herself, it has me leaning forward to see more.

  Realizing what I’m doing and how turned on I am, I don’t know what to do with myself. I look back up to the two men, only to see that they’re kissing. Both of them are completely naked, cocks hard and rubbing together, and it’s a whole other sensual thing to watch.

  My chest is rising and falling so hard and fast, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames at any second. I might even orgasm just from watching everything around me. It’s like a buffet of erotica, and I have my choice in what to get off on.

  I’ve experienced some things in my younger years, but nothing of this magnitude. If this is Gabby’s style, it makes me wonder what kind of kinky shit she’s into.

  I’m about to excuse myself to use the restroom when Gabby hands me a vibrator. I huff a nervous laugh, looking at her in question. “It’s just us. Let go. Last chance to live out your fantasies, Harper. Enjoy the pleasure of visual stimulation.”

  Taking in a stuttered breath, I take the vibe from her. Turning it on, I look over to Tristan to see if he’s watching me, but he’s busy getting a blow job from the woman, his head thrown back, lost in his own ecstasy.

  Touching the buzzing bullet to my clit makes me gasp. I pull it away from my bundle of nerves, already overly sensitive, and let out a breath. I sink lower in my seat and turn it off, wanting to make it last, then I slide it up and down my wet pussy a few times.

  Everyone’s moans are filling the sex-charged air. Deciding to fuck it, I give in to all of it, letting my guard down and joining them. When I turn the bullet back on, it takes all of five seconds—at most—to make my moans grow in volume as my orgasm crashes over me.

  Within minutes, every one of us has roared and moaned as we all climax. I guess I can tick voyeurism on a jet off my list of things I’ve done in my life.

  All of us put ourselves back together, clean up and fix our makeup. The champagne turns to tequila, and soon, salt and limes are being passed around as we begin to descend to land at our destination. I have no idea how many hours we’ve been flying, but it’s been a while.

  “Come on, I have more surprises for you,” Gabby tells me when she takes my hand to walk to the exit of the plane. I think she meant it as a positive, but after what happened in the air, I’m a little scared.

  We enter another limo that’s waiting for us, and it drives us to a club. We enter without having to wait in line and are escorted to a roped-off area with tables and chairs. I scream when I see Nikki, Ari and Noah there.

  “I can’t believe you guys are all here!” I yell over the loud music as I hug them.

  “How was the flight?” Nikki asks with a knowing smile.

  “It was fun.” I blush, making her and Ari both laugh. They must have had a hand in helping Gabby and Tristan plan it all.

  Unknowingly, I look to see if there’s anyone I’m missing in the area behind where we’re standing. “He’s not here,” Nikki says quietly.

  “Yeah.” I try to brush it off. “I didn’t think he would be.”

  “Shots!” Ari yells. Soon, we’re all raising our tiny glasses in a toast to me and my impending marriage.

  It’s a strange feeling being here celebrating with these three people who are Jett’s other friends. They’ve lived through parts of our history and have to know about our falling-out too. But they have all been nothing but kind to me whenever I’ve seen them. They’re all good people—kinky as fuck—but good people.

  We drink and dance and laugh, and I have the absolute best time with everyone.

  I’m tipping over into sloppy drunk territory and decide it’s time to get some water and maybe some food in me again. “Can we order some fries or something?” I ask the group.

  “You know a good solid fuck can help sober you up too,” Ari says with all his gorgeous white teeth showing.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I sigh.

  “Yeah, she needs food and water,” Nikki says with a laugh.

  “Did I say that out loud?” I ask in a loud whisper.

  Gabby pulls my hand to get me to sit down. “If you fuck anyone tonight, it’s not going to be him,” she says next to me.

  “But he’s not here,” I reply with a pout.

  “Who?” she asks slowly.

  I give her a look. “Like you don’t know.”

  “Gabby,” Tristan says her name like a warning.

  “I can text him if you want me to.” Nikki smiles, sitting across from me.

  Ari pops a fry in his mouth with a wry smile. “Already did, bitches. And looks like the man of the hour is walking in right now.”

  Whipping around to follow his line of sight, I almost instantly sober up when I see him. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles at me with a wink. Me? I lamely lift my hand in a wave before turning back to the table in front of me, grab someone’s drink and gulp it down.

  “Slow down, Harper. Just breath,” Gabby says next to me.

  “Hi.”

  The one-syllable washes over me, spreading warmth through my entire body. Or maybe it’s the alcohol… Yeah. That has to be it. It can’t be him. Can it?

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jett

  A couple hours ago, Ari sent me a picture of a woman at a club. She was hot as fuck, but I didn’t understand exactly why he was sending me a picture of her. He’d never done that before. When I texted back and asked what it was all about, he told me to look closer and that I knew her. When I studied the picture more closely, I realized who it was. I’d know those amber eyes anywhere.

  He told me that they were celebrating with her tonight as part of her bachelorette party and told me to get my ass to the club. I promptly told him to go fuck himself.

  Then, the motherfucker started sending me pictures and videos of her every five minutes until I told him I was on my way. My restraint is obviously still lacking when it comes to Harper McCarthy.

  I knew she was drunk from the videos Ari had sent, but when she locked eyes with me, I was drunk on her.
She turned away from me, to protect herself I’m sure, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Not tonight.

  “Hi,” I say, looking down at her.

  Slowly, her head turns as she looks up at me, and my smile spreads. Her perfect, bowed lips painted pink and parted, her lined eyes looking at me widely as her sexy-as-fuck chest heaves with her rapid breaths have my cock hard as stone just looking at her.

  “Hi,” she says so quietly I almost can’t hear her over the music.

  Reaching for her hand, I pull her up to stand in front of me. I slowly twirl her in a circle to appreciate all of her in this sinful dress. My arm wraps around her waist to hold her steady as she wobbles on her feet a little when I stop turning her.

  With my other hand, I brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. I smile and ask, “Is it okay that I’m here?”

  Her hand slides up my arm and curls into the hair at the nape of my neck. Before I know what she’s doing, her lips are brushing against mine. “Is it okay if I drunkenly kiss you?”

  I don’t get the chance to answer her before she’s kissing me, her tongue seeking entrance. I slowly push her back, stopping her, and her hooded eyes stare at me. Closing my eyes, I ask, “Harper, is this what you want to do right now?” Because if I don’t stop it in this moment, I won’t be able to.

  “Someone said in order to help get sober, I needed a good solid fuck,” she says with a sexy little grin. I hear Ari laugh behind her, and I know exactly where she heard that. It makes me laugh and realize exactly how drunk she is. Kissing her forehead, I pull her down to sit on my lap to join the rest of the group, all of whom staring at us in varying degrees of disapproval along with intrigue.

  “Let’s get some more water in you,” I say, making a big show of grabbing a bottle of water and bringing it to her lips. “That also works,” I add, making everyone laugh and taking some of the awkwardness away.

  I catch Tristan’s eye, and he gives me a nod in appreciation for not taking advantage of her drunkenness like I’m sure he thought I would. Next to me, Gabby says, “I’m glad you decided to come.”