Her face turned bright red. “I hate you so much, Tyler. Who the fuck do you think you are? What gives you-”
I grabbed Harper’s face - gently - and I kissed her.
I couldn’t take it any longer.
I needed to taste her.
My lips against hers. My tongue flirting with her lips.
She parted her lips and I tasted the tip of her tongue.
That’s when she jumped back and hurried to wipe her lips.
I laughed.
I couldn’t help it.
Harper was cute and beautiful all mixed into one.
She was the marrying type.
Which was why I fucking married her in the first place.
We had pizza delivered.
She chose to stay far away from me.
Which was good.
Because I was hungry and horny.
And with my stomach full, there was only one thing left I wanted.
“You started talking about Brian,” I said. “That’s where the night went crazy.”
“Oh, shit,” Harper said. “I talked about my ex all night, didn’t I?”
“Well, there were times when we weren’t talking,” I said with a grin.
“Shut up. That wasn’t me. That was someone else.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it was you, darling. I’ll never forget the way you taste or the sounds you made.”
“If it was that good, why didn’t you fuck me?” she asked.
I jumped off the counter I was sitting on and walked across the kitchen to her.
“Because I have a heart,” I said. “We got back here, and we tore into each other. I took you upstairs and stripped you naked. My hands touched everywhere, Harper. And your hands ripped at my clothes like I never had someone do before.”
She swallowed hard, heat in her cheeks. “Tyler…”
“No. I had you right there, in my bed. The only thing you were wearing was your engagement and wedding ring. But then you started to get tired. You had a hand wrapped around my cock and a hand to my chest. You said you were tired. You wanted to go to sleep. You said you didn’t feel well and that we had the rest of our lives to fuck.”
“I said that?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“And what did you do?”
“I pulled my cock away from your hand and tucked you in.”
I walked away, reliving that moment. Being rock fucking hard. Throbbing and ready to devour her entire body only to have her want to go to sleep.
“Why?” she called out.
“Why what?”
“Why everything?” she asked.
“There’s no way in hell I was going to do anything you didn’t want, Harper,” I said to her.
She showed her left hand. “And this?”
“I already told you, it was your idea.”
“And you didn’t stop me.”
“You’re just too pretty to say no to,” I whispered.
She smirked. “That’s not going to work on me.”
“Worked last night.”
“I’m different now. So maybe we should just end this thing.”
“Is that what you want, darling?”
“This is crazy, Tyler. There’s no way…”
“At least a little while longer,” I said.
“Why?”
“Part of my vows to you.”
“Meaning?”
Harper was the deadly kind of pretty. Tough and cocky yet I knew when the time came, I would get her the way I wanted her.
I leaned down and brushed my lips to her cheek. Her hands touched my stomach, a warning to not do anything else.
“Part of my vows, Harper, were to make your ex jealous.”
11
(Harper)
“My ex was in our vows,” I said as I slipped away from Tyler.
The smell of his shirt and skin had me aching in places I didn’t want to ache when near him. Then again, who the hell was I kidding? I wanted to ache. Better yet, I wanted to be touched. I wanted him to put me on the kitchen counter and fuck me so hard we would travel back in time and never have gotten married.
But I was the one moving away.
He was the one ready to take me.
“Yeah. Brian.”
I cringed. “Oh, why do you have to know his name?”
“You brought it all up, darling,” Tyler said.
“And you’re not jealous?”
Tyler laughed. “Of what? Some asshole that dumped you for someone else?”
“I fucked him,” I said. “Like a thousand times. And I never fucked you once.”
“But you told me my dick was bigger.”
“That was a drunk lie,” I said.
“No, it wasn’t. I saw the look on your face. I watched the way your hand climbed up my dick, knowing you had never touched someone that big before.”
My cheeks burned red hot. My toes curled in my socks and shoes. I was throbbing because he was so crude, so honest, and so right. I couldn’t remember marrying him, but I remembered the size of his cock. My hand tingled, wanting to touch him again.
“We said we were going to get married and piss him off,” Tyler said. “We were going to flaunt our marriage to ruin his engagement.”
“And then we get divorced?” I asked.
“I don’t know. After our vows, we were pronounced husband and wife, and we started kissing and never stopped. We kissed from the little, fake chapel to the car that brought us home.”
“The backseat…”
“Oh, it was wild, darling. My hands all over your tits. Your hands all over my co-”
“I get the idea. And we never…”
“I wanted to be a gentleman,” he said.
I laughed. “Is that so?”
“I wanted to carry you across the threshold and then fuck you senseless.”
“But I fell asleep.”
“And I let you sleep,” Tyler said.
I rubbed my forehead. “This is too much. I think I need to go home.”
“You’ve had a couple drinks, Harper. I’m not letting you drive home.”
“Oh? So, I’m supposed to stay here? With you?”
“You’re my wife. You live here now.”
“The hell I do,” I said. “I don’t know what you-”
“You’re not driving home.”
“I’m not sleeping in the same bed with you.”
“Fine,” Tyler growled. “I’ll sleep on the fucking couch then. Okay? When you finally catch your breath and realize you did this, come talk to me.”
“This is not my fault,” I yelled at him.
“Right,” Tyler said.
Tyler walked out of the kitchen.
“Hey. Wait a second.”
I chased after him.
“What?” he asked as he cut into the formal dining room which looked unused.
He stopped walking but didn’t turn around.
He was so tall and wide. Built like a real man.
I shut my eyes and swallowed hard. “I won’t leave tonight. At the very least, can I take a shower? Alone?”
“Yeah,” Tyler said. “I’m sure you know where the bathroom is.”
He started to walk away again.
“Wait,” I said. “No sex comment?”
Tyler shook his head. “Nope.”
I frowned.
Then I gasped.
Oh fuck… I was sort of getting used to him.
The door opened, and I shook my head. “I thought you said-”
“Bringing you a towel, darling. That’s it. There’s no good ones in the closet here.”
“Good ones?” I asked.
“I’m putting a fresh towel on the sink. That’s it, Harper. I’ll be on the couch. The bed is yours.”
I waited to see if he was going to accidentally trip and rip the shower curtain open.
But that didn’t happen.
I peeled the curtain back enough to look and he was opening the door.
“Tyler,” I said.
“Harper,” he said looking back at me.
“Say something.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For what Brian did. He’s a fucking asshole.”
“You mean that?”
“I mean that, darling. You told me everything. Beginning to end. And even after the end. Why you ended up at his place with that rock in your hand.”
“And now I’m here. In your shower.”
“And if you say something like that one more time in that cute, little voice I’m going to rip that fucking shower curtain away, put your ass against the tiles and show you what a real man feels like inside you.”
My entire body tensed and shivered.
I took a breath and considered everything.
Take away the marriage thing and this wasn’t all that bad.
Tyler was hot. And obviously horny.
I was in need of someone.
“So now you’re back to being a crude jerk,” I whispered.
“Darling, don’t play games. I can smell you from here. Wash with all the soap you want, but between your legs you’re dripping something my tongue wants.”
“Whatever,” I said.
Tyler stepped away from the door and I knew I was in trouble.
The good kind of trouble.
The kind I wanted. And needed.
He had a hand wrapped around the shower curtain and he pulled it away just enough to see the right side of my wet and naked body.
My skin shivered again.
Tyler’s phone started to ring.
He stood there, his eyes locked to mine.
He could see me fully naked, but he kept his eyes on my eyes.
It was the most intense flirting ever.
“Do you need to get that?” I whispered.
“Actually, I do,” he said. “I’m going to have to go into work.”
“Right now?”
“If you’d get to know me better, you’d know that.”
“Thought you just got done working though.”
“Meaning you want me to stay home?” he asked. “That’s cute, darling. But I have to work.” He pulled the shower curtain shut. “Make sure you clean up the downstairs when you’re done showering. I didn’t marry you to end up with a messy house.”
“Fuck you,” I said.
“Count on it,” he said. “Goodnight, darling. Don’t wait up for me.”
The bathroom door shut, and I opened the shower curtain.
He was really gone.
And he was a cop.
Going to work at night.
Which was dangerous.
Well, any shift was dangerous.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I should have told him to be safe. Or stay safe. Or come home alive.
My heart started to race.
What the fuck was going on here?
It was now the end of the day…. it was night time… I should have been divorced and back home with a wild story to tell.
But instead I was turning off the shower water to get changed and crawl into Tyler’s bed.
I still hated him.
But now I was a little worried about him.
12
(Tyler)
I walked into the bar and everyone cleared away.
I saw two guys tangled up on a pool table, drunk, trying to get punches in at each other. I reached for my radio and called for backup, just to be safe. That’s when I noticed my left hand and knew if anyone saw the wedding ring, a thousand questions would pop up. All things considered, the questions were warranted, but I wasn’t about to talk about being married yet.
At least not until I had sampled every inch of Harper’s perfect body. And not until we consummated the thing by me fucking her until she forgets her name, her ex, and the fact that we got drunk and married each other on what was maybe our first date.
Slowly I twisted the ring off my finger and slipped it into my pocket.
I approached the two guys and stuck my fingers into my mouth and whistled.
The one guy had a fist in the air, ready for another punch.
They both looked at me.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked.
“He started it,” the guy with the fist in the air said.
“No, he did,” the other guy said.
“Names. Now.”
“I’m Hank,” the guy with the fist in the air said.
“Jerry,” the other guy said.
“Is this about a woman?” I asked.
“How’d you guess?” Jerry asked.
“I know the effect women have on men,” I said.
I thought about the fucking wedding ring in my pocket.
What the fuck were you thinking Tyler? She was beautiful. She was horny. You could have fucked her all night, made her breakfast, and then patted her curvy ass on the way out the front door. But not you. No fucking way. You had to go crazy and marry her…
“Well, you’re both not getting the girl tonight,” I said. “So, you both fucked up.”
“He fucked my sister,” Jerry said.
“And that’s a problem why?” I asked.
“It’s my sister,” Jerry said. “She could do better.”
“You should have seen her face when she saw my cock,” Hank said.
Jerry threw a punch, knocking Hank off him.
They started up again.
I looked to my left and a ten-foot-tall biker stood there with a pool stick.
“Mind if I steal that from you?" I asked.
“Have at it,” the biker said.
I took the pool stick and waited for my chance.
Jerry and Hank had no idea how to really fight. They were pushing and pulling each other. Taking cheap punches.
At one point they somehow ended up next to each other, their backs to me. It was almost like they were dancing, and Jerry sent Hank twirling out for some fancy move.
That’s when I made my move.
I swung the pool stick and cracked it off both their backs.
The pool stick didn’t shatter like I had expected.
The vibration was so fierce, it actually hurt my wrists for a second.
Both men fell to the ground, yelling in pain.
“What the fuck is this made out of?” I asked the biker next to me as I gave the pool stick back.
“Top of the line,” he said. “Thanks for not ruining it.”
“Anyone want to tell me what happened here?” I called out. “Or should I just haul their asses to jail?”
All at once, the bar yelled JAIL! and that sealed Jerry and Hank’s fate.
Joey showed up as my backup and I put Hank into his cruiser and took Jerry with me.
Jerry fell asleep on the ride to the station.
I shook my head.
Drunks always had the craziest nights.
And they never remembered what happened.
Then again, who was I to talk?
At a red light, I dug my wedding ring out of my pocket and held it up.
Harper made me want to drink.
She also apparently made me want to get married and settle down.
I just wanted to settle down between her legs.
Then see if she really wanted to get a divorce.
I slipped the wedding ring back on my finger before I stepped through the front door. I kept quiet since it was only five in the morning. I told Cap I would have stayed until eight or nine for the extra hours, but he told me I had covered enough hours and I needed some sleep. One thing about Cap was he could read everyone like a book.
He knew something was up.
He knew what happened the last time something was up with me. But this was very different.
I put my bag on the dining room table and made some coffee in my little coffeemaker that Harper gave me shit for.
I laughed, knowing she was right.
The damn coffeemaker could fit in my entire hand.
After making the coffee, I grabbed a bill that was clipped to the fridge and flipped it over to write Harper a love letter.
I crept up the steps and into the bedroom.
She was fast asleep, wearing a long t-shirt.
One of my t-shirts.
Well damn if that didn’t make my cock throb in my jeans.
I needed to see where the t-shirt ended.
So I moved the covers.
It should have come down to her knees, but thanks to her moving in her sleep, it had worked its way up to the middle of her ass. That thick curve where her ass met the back of her legs was going to do me in. I pictured my hands there, gripping her ass as I took her from behind. My raging cock slamming in and out of her tight and achy pussy. My thumbs locked tight to that lower curve of her ass.
I could hear her cries of pleasure in my head and hear her sweet voice growling my name, begging her husband for more of his dick.
Soon, darling. Soon.
I put the covers back on her and gently leaned over the bed.
I put my hands to the bed and bent my elbows as I moved down inch by inch.
I smelled her hair and skin.
Sweet and seductive all mixed together.
But beyond that, she was damn beautiful. The side of her face like an angel. Her lips slightly parted. Her breathing slow and comfortable.
I kissed her cheek and left the room.
She could hate me all she wanted…
… but my wife would never go to sleep without a kiss goodnight from her husband.
13
(Harper)
The first thing I did was check my hand.
Because it had to have been a wild dream.
A dream that was so real… that I had gotten married to a hot cop. And that I had been sleeping in his bed…
Only it wasn’t a dream.
The rings were still on my finger.
I was still in Tyler’s bed.
I jumped up and looked around the room.
“Tyler?” I called out. “Tyler? Where are you?”
He wasn’t in bed. Or in the room.
I ran into the bathroom and there was no sign of him.
I paused for a second to check my hair before going downstairs.
He was on the couch, just like he said he would be.
I approached slowly and watched him sleep.
He was shirtless, of course.
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