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by Cameron Hart

He slides a hand down my hip and over my thigh, guiding my leg in between his. “If you weren’t so sore, I’d take you again, right here, right now. I’m already hard for you, baby.”

  “Mmm, I can help with that, you know…”

  “Fuck, Harper,” he groans. “Not right now. We should get back to the party before we’re missed.”

  “No one will miss me,” I mumble.

  Levi grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look directly at him.

  “Don’t say that,” he snaps. “Never again. I see you, Harper. I fucking feel when you are in the same room as me. Don’t talk about yourself like that anymore.”

  His tone is harsh, but his words are sweet. I’m not sure if I’m crying because his tone scared me or because his words hit me somewhere deep. He kisses away my tears and moves his hand to tuck my hair behind my ears before cupping the back of my neck.

  “I didn’t mean to be harsh with you. It just pisses me off that you’ve grown up feeling like you don’t matter. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

  I shrug. “There’s really nothing you could have done. And I had Emma. She’s been so good to me.”

  “I know, baby. I’m so glad you have her. You have me too, now. I’m going to take care of you. Always.”

  “Always?” I don’t mean to question it. I really just want to live in this moment and soak up all of the nice things he’s saying and the way he makes my body feel. I’ll store them up and save them for when he’s gone and the fairy tale ends.

  “Yeah. Always. Knew it when I first saw you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

  “Then why…”

  “Why what?”

  “Nothing. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” God, Harper. Just shut up and enjoy this.

  “You can tell me anything.”

  “You left me. I just feel like you’re going to leave me again after this. I mean, I get it. I really just want to enjoy this right now, okay? Forget I said anything.” Jeez. I’m such a freaking spaz.

  Levi opens his mouth to say something, but the back door slams shut and we hear people coming inside. My eyes go wide and I spring up from the bed, almost tripping and falling right over. I find my panties and pull them on before sliding my dress over my head. Levi pulls his pants on and starts buttoning his shirt. I slip my shoes on and Levi helps zip up my dress before I comb my fingers through my hair and throw it up in a messy bun.

  We stand in the room, fully dressed and staring at each other. Finally, I break the silence.

  “You go first. I’ll go to the bathroom and come out later.”

  He looks hurt, almost angry, but I’m not sure why. He nods and opens the door. Before walking out though, he turns and walks over to me, kissing me full on the lips and leaving me breathless. By the time I recover, he’s gone.

  Try as I might to hold onto the warm fuzzy feeling of being in Levi’s arms, doubt creeps in, filling up my heart and making it heavy. I feel like this is the last time I’m going to see him. Despite what he told me, I know things are so much more complicated in the real world, outside of the little bubble we created in this room.

  I go across the hall to the bathroom and straighten up, then I head downstairs and peek around the corner. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the house is empty.

  Sneaking over to the sliding glass door leading to the porch, I look out and see Levi talking and laughing with a couple around his age. He looks totally unaffected by what we just did. I wonder if he realized it was a huge mistake, that he should want someone his own age without all of the obstacles that would come with our relationship.

  Shoving those thoughts aside, I decide to just call it a night. The weirdness between Levi and me aside, my dad did try to whore me out to a potential client, and Tracy practically assaulted me before Levi came over. So. Yeah. Not exactly the place I want to be right now.

  On the short drive home, my insecurities and doubts have cut the remaining threads of any hope I was hanging onto. By the time I unlock the door and step into the shower, I’ve convinced myself that I’ll never see Levi again. I mean, he already left me twice before, so how much more would he be inclined to leave me after sex?

  Plus, he couldn’t possibly have had a good experience. I mean, I know nothing about sex. I pretty much just laid there and let him do whatever he wanted. And while that was amazing for me, he’s probably used to women who know how to please a man. A real man like him.

  I dress in some pajama shorts and a t-shirt and throw my hair into a messy braid. It’s a Saturday night, so I know Emma is out being social and popular. I, on the other hand, choose to spend the evening catching up on homework. God, I’m pathetic. Levi definitely wouldn’t want me if he saw me like this.

  Two hours later, I’m nose deep into a finance book when a sharp knock at the door pulls me from my homework. I’m almost afraid to answer it.

  I look in the peephole and then rush to open the door, almost hitting myself in the face.

  “Levi?”

  Chapter 9

  Levi

  Harper is standing in her doorway looking adorably sexy in a way only she could pull off. She has on these tiny pajama shorts and a worn-out GSU t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her beautiful hair is braided and thrown over one shoulder. To complete the look, she has on dark-rimmed glasses that are really doing it for me right now. I mean…fuck. I'm hard as a fucking rock.

  She’s looking at me with her head tilted to one side, and I realize she must have asked me a question.

  “Sorry. What did you say, sweetheart?”

  “Why are you here?” She repeats. She crosses her arms over her chest in what I’m guessing is a defensive move, but her voice gives her away. It’s sweet and tentative.

  “You left. I looked all over for you. That damn party went on for so much longer than I thought it would and I got away as soon as possible.”

  “Right. But…why are you here?”

  It’s my turn to give her a questioning look. When I don’t give her an answer, she continues on, squaring her shoulders and getting a bit more confident.

  “I mean, this is what you do, right? You let me make a fool out of myself whenever you’re around and then you leave. I get it. We won’t ever be a ‘thing,’ and you got what you wanted from me, and now you’re going back to Chicago in a few weeks. So, I’ll ask again. Why the hell are you here?”

  I’ve never seen Harper this angry. I’ve also never had words physically pain me before.

  “Harper… Jesus, I don’t even know where to begin, baby. Can I come in? We can talk about everything, yeah?”

  "No! I'm done being jerked around. Just let me lick my wounds in peace," she yells. I'm taken aback by her tone and feel like a total asshole that I gave her any wounds in the first place. "Please, Levi," she adds in a whisper. I almost don't hear it.

  I'm trying to think of anything I can say that will convince her to let me in so I can explain. She's got tears in her beautiful blue-green eyes and it fucking guts me. "Frick! Why am I always crying in front of you?"

  I decide not to wait for her to let me in. I reach out and take her by the hips, pulling her out of the doorway and into my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close, tucking her head into my chest and nuzzling her hair.

  She struggles half-heartedly for all of two seconds before dissolving into me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

  "I'm so sorry, sweet girl. I'm not going anywhere. I meant what I said in your room. You're mine, Harper. I tried fighting it, I thought it was for your own good. I swear everything I did was to protect you."

  “So what changed?” She mumbles into my chest.

  “What changed? Every time I see you my skin is on fire and my heart feels like it’s trying to escape my chest and join yours. It knows where its home is. When you’re gone, I literally ache for you, Harper. I wasn’t bullshitting you when I said this last week without you was the worst of my life. I was fucking miserable, b
aby. I need you.”

  “I need you too,” she whispers. I hold her for a few minutes, absorbing her fear and doubts. “I’m scared,” Harper says, her soft voice breaking the silence.

  “Scared of what?” I lean back and cup her cheek in my hand, tilting her face up to look at me. She worries her bottom lip and looks down, refusing to meet my eyes. I lean down and brush my nose against hers before resting my forehead on hers. “Talk to me, Harper,” I urge.

  “Somehow…” she hesitates but continues after a deep breath. “Somehow you’ve become everything to me. And I know that this isn’t going to end well. Even if all the cards weren’t stacked against us with our situation, there’s the fact that you’ll get tired of me or you’ll find someone skinnier, someone your own age, I’ll just be a mistake you made—”

  I cut her off with a kiss. It’s only been a few hours, but I fucking miss the taste of her. She parts her lips for me, and I dive inside of her mouth, wrestling my tongue with hers and sucking the air out of her lungs. She throws her arms around me and I slide my hands to her ass, squeezing and then lifting her up.

  Harper squeals and I take the opportunity to suck on her neck as I walk us into her apartment. I close the door with my foot and head over to the couch, sitting down with her straddling my lap.

  We finally break the kiss, and I place my hands on her hips, grounding her and keeping her anchored to me.

  “Harper. First of all, you could never be a mistake. I will never get tired of you. Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t get enough of you. Every taste I have only leaves me hungry for more. You’re a goddamn drug. And second of all, I know our situation is difficult, but I swear I’m committed to you. My loyalties lie with you. Not the company, not my life in Chicago, and certainly not Dan or Tracy. Fuck, I can’t believe that shit he did, he made you… Jesus, I can’t even say it, I wanted to punch him in his goddamn nose at the party, I…”

  Harper brings her hand up to my cheek and runs her thumb up and down my jaw in a featherlight touch before resting her forehead on mine.

  “I’m okay, Levi. I’m really okay.”

  I slide my hands from her hips up the back of her shirt, needing to feel her skin, her body, her warmth. I pull her down into me and she wraps her arms around my torso before burying her face in my neck. We’re molded together, her soft warm body curled up into me, and I swear I could stay here forever as long as Harper is in my arms.

  Finally, she lifts her head up and kisses me, slow and deep. Harper takes her time drinking me in and I savor the taste of her lips, the way her tongue massages mine, the soft moans she breathes down my throat.

  The kiss turns heated as she sucks my tongue into her mouth and grinds her pussy against my already hard cock. I slide my hands down her back, into her pajama shorts and panties, cupping her juicy ass and helping her rub her hot cunt all over me.

  Harper whimpers into my mouth and tugs at the buttons of my shirt. I should really stop her before things go too far. But I need her hands on me, need to feel her as close as possible. I help her with the buttons and she wastes no time sliding her hands up my abs, my ribs, my chest, and then gripping my shoulders while she dry fucks me. My fingers play with the hem of her shirt before sliding underneath and finding her big tits, squeezing and kneading them.

  “More, Levi. I need more…”

  Her hands find my belt buckle, but I stop her before she gets it undone.

  “Fuck, you’re making it hard for me to be a good guy here, sweetheart.”

  “What do you mean? Do you not want me anymore?”

  “Harper. Of course, I want you. I want you so damn much, want to feel the heat of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, want to feel your walls flutter around me while I sink deep inside of you, want to watch you cum again and again while I stretch you wide…”

  “I want that too,” she says, her voice all breathy.

  “But not tonight. You’re sore, even if you don’t feel it right now.” I take a deep breath and place her hands around my neck, leaning in to rest my forehead on hers. “I will always take care of you, sweet girl. And tonight that means letting you rest.”

  Harper nods in understanding. I won’t lie, I like that she looks a little disappointed. Me too, baby. But I’ll always put her needs before my own.

  “Will you stay with me?” She bites her lip and looks up at me like I might actually tell her no.

  “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

  She tries to hide her grin, but it’s too big to be contained. My heart swells up in my chest to see a smile on her face and to know I put it there.

  Suddenly a flash of worry crosses her face. “But what about Dad? What will he think when you’re gone all night?”

  “He can go fuck himself,” I grit out. He is the last person I want to think about, and the last person’s opinion that matters.

  Harper giggles, and then outright laughs, making her body shake in my lap. I love her laughter. It’s fucking music to my ears, a balm to my soul.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask.

  “I don’t think anyone has ever told my dad to fuck himself,” she laughs again.

  “Well, he’s going to hear it soon enough. I’ll be telling it to his face next time I see him. I can’t believe what he made you do, the danger he exposed you to. Fuck—”

  “Hey, don’t ruin this for me. I’m picturing my dad’s face when you yell at him. I’m thinking his eyebrows will disappear into his receding hairline first, and then he’ll turn tomato red. What do you think?”

  Just like that, my anger dissipates. This woman. She knows just what to say.

  "I don't want to think about your dad while I have a hard-on, baby," I grin at her.

  She scrunches up her face in the most adorable way, making me chuckle and lean in for a quick kiss. When I pull back, her mouth follows me, like we are connected by a string.

  “Can I help with that?” She purrs.

  “Not tonight. I told you, Harper, you need to rest.”

  “I don’t mean like that. I mean…there are other ways to make you cum, right? You can teach me?”

  Fuck me.

  “No, sweetheart. I’m trying to be good here.” I kiss her forehead and play with the end of her braid.

  “But what if I want to be bad?” Heat flashes in her eyes and she licks her lips.

  I can't stop the growl from rumbling up deep inside my chest.

  In one quick move, I have her flipped on her back on the couch. I hold myself above her by placing my hands on either side of her head. Dipping my head down, I suck and lick her soft skin starting at her ear, moving down her neck, and ending with a trail of kisses across her collarbone.

  “You want to suck my dick, baby?” I mumble into her skin. “Want to make me cum down your pretty little throat?” I lick up the middle of her sternum to underneath her chin to emphasize my point.

  “Yes, please…”

  Harper writhes underneath me. I love that the idea of having her lips wrapped around my cock gets her all worked up.

  “I’ll let you suck me off, pretty girl, but I have to taste you first,” I growl.

  Sitting back on my knees, I make quick work of her tiny shorts and panties, sliding them off of her legs and throwing them somewhere in the apartment. Her perfectly pink pussy is soaked for me. I can see her walls pulsing already. It’s fucking hot.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart.”

  Harper obeys by throwing one leg over the back of the couch, opening her up for me. I bend down and spread her lips even further with my thumbs, appreciating this ripe cunt that’s all mine, from now until forever. I blow hot air over her pussy and watch her shiver at the sensation.

  When I can’t stand it any longer, I spear my tongue in her hole, massaging her pulsing walls and sipping her sweet nectar straight from the source. I lick a path up, up, up, circling around her clit but never actually touching it. Harper squirms and tries to lift her hips to get me right where she wants me.


  I chuckle before kissing and nibbling the outside of her pussy lips.

  “Noooo! Levi!”

  She sounds like she’s in pain, but I know it’s a sweet torture. I tease her a little more, licking and sucking everywhere but her little nub. I feel her body tighten, her muscles shaking in anticipation of her impending release. Only then do I suck her clit into my mouth and gently bite down.

  “Holy shit!” Her back bows off the couch from the force of her orgasm. She claws the cushions and thrashes her head back and forth.

  “Fucking beautiful, love,” I say before diving back in and licking her again and again, circling her clit even as it throbs against my tongue. I feel her juices drip down my chin, no doubt marking the couch as well. It’s primal, but I love that we’ve marked our territory. What Emma doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

  Harper relaxes and lets her limbs melt into the couch as she catches her breath. I see her fighting off sleep, which means my plan worked.

  I wipe her cum off of my lips and chin and lick my fingers clean.

  Getting off the couch, I ease the leg that is over the back of the couch down and slip an arm under her knees while my other arm slides under her shoulders.

  “Wha…?” She asks, her voice thick with sleep.

  I cradle her in my arms and make my way towards her bedroom. She instinctively curls up into my chest and I fall a little more in love with her.

  After laying her down in bed, I grab a washcloth and clean her up. She barely moves and I smile knowing that I made her cum so hard she fell asleep. I slip a clean pair of underwear on her and climb in bed after ridding myself of everything but my boxers. When I’m settled on my back, I pull Harper into my side so her head is resting on my chest.

  Only then does she wake up a bit, lifting her head so she’s looking me in the eyes.

  “Wait, but what about you?” Even as she says it, she starts to yawn. “I mean, doesn’t it hurt?”

  I kiss her forehead and guide her back to where she was resting on my chest.

  "I've suffered worse fates, sweetheart. Besides, there's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, holding you."

 

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