“I can’t believe this is all happening.”
“You deserve it, Harper. You’ve worked your ass off and been through so much. Why not you! Why not be happy!”
Rosie turns to me and puts her glass of champagne down on the bar. She puts her hands on my shoulders and gives them a squeeze. Her eyes are shining and it looks like she’s about to cry. My throat tightens as I wait for her to speak.
“You’re the best friend I could ask for, Harper. When all that stuff with Greg was happening last year it scared me and broke my heart. The way you and Zach look at each other just makes me so happy for you. Don’t be afraid of this. You are amazing, and you deserve an amazing man by your side.”
My eyes start prickling as the tears gather in the corner. My throat feels like it’s almost completely closed and I try to swallow before answering.
“Rosie, that’s such a nice thing to say.” She smiles and blinks a few times, trying to hold back her emotion.
“I mean it. Now go,” she laughs. “If you’re able to walk tomorrow I’ll be very disappointed. You have some celebratory sex to have!”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her. She’s right, we have lots to celebrate so we might as well get started as soon as possible. There’s a bounce in my step as I walk out of the bar. I check the time before laughing to myself. I barely lasted four minutes in there on my own. My body wants what it wants, who am I to deny myself that kind of pleasure?!
Zach is in his car. The passenger’s side door swings open as I get close and a wave of heat falls out of the car. I climb in and close the door before turning to him and crushing my lips against his. The taste of champagne is still on my lips but his kiss tastes a million times better.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says when we pull apart. His eyes are shining in the dim light and all I can do is nod. That’s exactly what I want to do.
Chapter 29 - Zach
Harper’s body feels like a dream. She feels small and perfect underneath me, both our bodies sinking into the bed together. Her skin is incredibly soft, and my hands run all over her from top to bottom. My lips kiss her ear, her neck, her shoulder. I trail my kisses down between her breasts before taking one of her nipples between my lips. I open my teeth and bite gently as she whimpers and moans. Her fingers are tangled into my hair and I feel her squeeze a little bit tighter. It sends tiny thrills of pain and pleasure through my skull.
Her stomach is white and soft. Every inch of her skin has a sweet smell that invades my nostrils and makes my cock impossibly hard. I move down and run my hands from her feet up her legs, closer and closer to the glistening slit between them. I resist the urge to plunge my cock straight into her, as much as my body is screaming for it.
Our bodies know each other and she moves as if she knows what I’m going to do a second before I do it. It’s intimate, it’s magic. Her hands are on my back, my arms, my chest. She wraps her fingers around my cock and I have to closer my eyes for a second to regain control over my own body. I drag my fingers through her wetness and bring them up to her mouth just as she parts her lips to accept them.
“Taste yourself,” I breathe. My voice is hoarse and I watch in amazement as her lips take my fingers. Her tongue swirls around them and she moans as the flavour of her pussy touches it. My cock pulses as I watch her. I’m jealous of her tongue, I wish that taste was on mine. I slide my fingers out and see Harper’s eyes burning with carnal desire. Slowly, deliberately, I taste what’s left of her on my fingers. I close my eyes and savour the sweet saltiness as it hits my tongue.
I want more.
Harper’s legs squeeze me as she wraps them around my waist. I can feel the heat pulsing from between her legs and my cock is pressed against her hipbone. She wraps herself around me and pulls me in closer, crushing her lips against mine. She lets out a soft moan. I catch the sound between her lips and take it into my own. My hands find the back of her head and I wrap her hair around my fingers to pull her in closer.
I can’t let her go. I don’t want to let her go. I want every inch of me inside every inch of her. As if she reads my mind, she shifts her hips and my cock slides down between her legs. Even with just the tip of it grazing her slit, I feel the wetness of her desire.
When I finally enter her it’s like the first time. No, it’s better than the first time. This is the pure Harper. She and I are completely free and flying as our bodies pant and grab and groan together. Her smell is intoxicating, her touch is electrifying. I plunge myself into her and she arches her back in response. Every sound she makes vibrates through me and sends new waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
We turn and thrash. She’s on top, I’m on top, our lips are interlocked, I’m taking her breast in my mouth. My hands grab at anything and everything - a hip, a leg, a hand, a breast. It’s frantic. We tear at each other like animals. It’s more raw, more real than anything I’ve experienced before.
Harper gasps as my cock plunges into her again before I take it out. It feels naked and all I want to do is dive back into her, but I grab her hips and turn her around. She tilts her ass towards me and glances over her shoulder with a devilish grin. I push my cock into her and gasp as she accepts it. My fingers run down her spine until I can grab a handful of that honey brown hair, pulling it back as she yelps and gasps. Her back is arched and she grabs onto my headboard before slamming her ass back into me.
“Harder,” she says in a raspy voice. “Fuck me harder.”
I’ve never heard her sound like this. It sends a current through me and I raise my hand to bring it down on her ass. The sharp crack of skin on skin sends a thrill through me and Harper makes the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard, halfway between a yelp and a moan.
“Again,” she pants, and I comply. I leave a bright red handprint on her ass and then I smack it again. The only sound in the room is our two bodies colliding together and the sound of my hand spanking her over and over.
I feel her come. Her pussy spasms and floods with wetness. It grips my cock like never before and she starts moaning, grunting, screaming. She’s screaming my name and I tighten my hold on her hair, slamming my cock into her again and again.
Finally my balls tighten up towards me and I feel the sweet release of orgasm. I’ve been holding on, resisting, trying to make this moment last but I can’t wait any longer. The electricity passes through me like a shock and I let go. I come, shaking and screaming as Harper backs herself onto my cock. I tighten my grip on her hair until my orgasm reaches its peak and then all energy leaves my body. I lean forward and the two of us collapse down until my lips connect with her back. I pant against her and kiss her skin, trying to regain control over my limbs.
I roll over onto my back as my chest heaves up and down. My arm falls over against her and she slips her hand into me. We say nothing to each other - we don’t need to. I don’t know what’s just happened but I know it feels different. It was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just fucking. It was something more.
Turning my head, I open my eyes and see Harper collapsed on the pillow. Her hair is a mess where I was grabbing it and I can still see the red marks on her ass from my hand.
“You’re a mess,” I say with a grin.
Her green eyes sparkle as she looks at me. “So are you,” she replies.
“I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”
Her replies are quick but her voice is soft and seductive. She doesn’t take her eyes off me and it seems like she’s looking through me, like she can see something inside me. I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s not bad though, it’s the opposite - it feels better to be here like this, with her, than I could have ever imagined.
Chapter 30 - Harper
I fall asleep feeling like I’m living a dream, but reality comes crashing down when I wake up and rush to the toilet. The nausea is overwhelming, and all I can do is stumble out of
bed and sprint to the bathroom. I just barely make it in time, emptying the contents of my stomach into the white porcelain.
My stomach heaves and the bile burns my throat as I retch. My eyes water and I wait for the feeling to pass before flushing the toilet. I’m so consumed with nausea that barely hear Zach get out of bed and follow me.
When the episode has passed, Zach’s hand comes down onto my shoulder. The warmth of his large hand is comforting, and I wipe away the tears that escape my eyes.
“You ok?” He asks. His voice is deep and filled with worry.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been feeling a bit nauseous for the past couple weeks.”
“Weeks?! Have you been to the doctor?”
I turn to see Zach squatting beside me, lines of worry drawn on his forehead. He reaches over and strokes the side of my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his hand.
“No, not yet. I was waiting to see if I’d get better.”
“It might be some sort of stomach bug, two weeks is not normal. I’ll take you to my doctor, he’s really good.”
“That’s ok, Zach, really. All I need is some rest. We’ve been working like crazy I’m sure that’s not helping.”
Zach shakes his head. He runs his fingers over my temple and into my hair. His other hand grabs my hand and he helps me stand. After I rinse out my stale mouth, he brings me over to the bed. I lay down and close my eyes, focusing on the softness of the bed and the warmth of the blankets instead of the roiling in my stomach.
In a couple minutes a cup of tea materialises beside me with a few crackers.
“Eat something, and then I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“Zach, really, I’m fine! I don’t need a doctor.”
He shakes his head and crosses his arms and I know I’m not going to win this one. I can’t help it - ever since my many appointments and tests, poking and prodding leading to the news that I was infertile, I’ve developed a strong dislike for doctors. Even the smell of the offices, the sterile plastic beds and crunch of the white paper, it all makes an uncomfortable feeling crawl down my spine.
Still, looking at Zach as he sits on the bed and hands me the cup of tea, I know he won’t change his mind. I see real concern in his eyes and as much as I hate doctors, I can’t help but feel comforted by the fact that Zach cares. He really cares! He wants to take care of me. It’s not a chore at all.
He’s putting my tea back on the side table and stroking my head as I lie back in bed. The nausea has passed and I feel a bit silly.
“I feel fine now,” I start. Zach shakes his head.
“You’re not getting away that easy,” he grins. I can’t help but smile back. “Why are you so against going to the doctor, anyways?”
I hesitate. I feel comfortable with him. I could tell him everything, about the months of tests and trying to have children only to find out I couldn’t. The heartbreak of it all, and how it destroyed my relationship. I could tell him about the miscarriages and finally that doctor’s cold, unfeeling word: infertile.
I could tell him, but I don’t. I just shrug.
“Don’t like doctors,” I say as a weak explanation. Zach looks at me for a few moments but doesn’t press me any further. He just gathers the dishes and stands up.
“Come on, babe, get dressed and I’ll take you. Might be as simple as taking a round of antibiotics.”
Babe.
My heart flutters at the word and Zach didn’t even seem to notice. He turns around and brings the mug back to the kitchen as I lie in his bed with my heart thumping and my head spinning. I swing my legs off the bed and start putting my clothes on.
Looks like it’s time to face my fears and go to the doctor. As much as it makes me nervous, there’s also a warmth in my chest and a fluttering in my stomach when I think about Zach’s eyes, his touch, his voice when he called me babe. He cares about me - truly cares about me.
I slip on my shirt and head out to the main room. Zach is bending over, putting some dishes in the dishwasher. I grin as I watch the way his ass pulls against the fabric of his pants. He stands up and looks over his shoulder.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You cute man bum,” I reply. He turns around completely and leans on the counter, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Man bum?”
“Yeah!” Both of his eyebrows are now shooting towards his hairline. I laugh. “Don’t worry, yours is really nice. A+ man bum.”
He grins and pushes himself off the counter, taking me in his arms.
“You’re a big pervert, you know that Harper?”
Instead of replying, I slide my hands down his back and cup his ass. I give it a small squeeze and he laughs before tucking his chin down and placing a soft kiss on my lips. My heart cartwheels in my chest and I melt into his arms.
Suddenly the doctor doesn’t seem so daunting.
Chapter 31 - Zach
Harper’s knee is bouncing up and down as we sit in the waiting room for her name to be called. I’ve never seen her like this. My Harper, usually so poised and collected, is a nervous wreck. She spins her head around and I see a hint of true fear in her eyes. Her soft pink lips part and she takes a deep breath.
“Will you come into the room with me? You know, for moral support?” She takes another breath and her eyes mist up. “I know it’s pathetic, I’m sorry. You must think I’m ridiculous.”
I put my hand on her knee and it slows to a stop. “You’re not pathetic or ridiculous, Harper. Everyone needs a bit of help once in a while.”
She nods. I watch as her eyes dart from the hallway to the doctor’s offices, to the receptionist, to the other patients.
This is the woman who just led our team to deliver an extremely difficult and complex proposal under an incredible time crunch, and who did it without showing any hesitation. She’s got the respect of her peers and employees, and yet she’s afraid of a routine doctor’s appointment? It doesn’t add up. There must be something she’s not telling me. She must have had a bad experience, maybe when she was a kid.
After what seems like an eternity, Doctor MacDonald appears in the hallway. I’ve been coming to see him for the past ten years, and I don’t think he’s changed at all. His shock of white hair is still a bird’s nest on his head, and his wiry white eyebrows wiggle on top of his friendly blue eyes. If there was ever a doctor who gave off the Grandpa vibe, it’s Doctor Mac. I can’t think of a better man to take care of Harper, especially when she’s so nervous.
“Harper? Harper Anderson?” Doctor Mac calls out as he scans the waiting room. Harper jumps up and starts walking before turning towards me. She holds out her hand and I stand up slowly, taking it in mine. Her hand is cold and clammy.
“I hope you don’t mine if Zach comes in with me?” She asks. “I’m a bit nervous.”
“Not at all,” Doctor Mac says as he nods to me. “Good to see you again, Zachary.”
His office is just like any other. There’s an anatomy poster on the stark white walls, and jars of cotton balls and tongue depressors lined up on the counter. I sit down in a chair and Doctor Mac motions for Harper to sit on the blue plastic bed. The paper crunches as she sits down on top of it, and the doctor takes a seat at his computer. It’s cramped with three of us in the small room.
“Now,” he says in a smooth low voice, crossing his hands on his lap and turning towards her. “What seems to be the issue?”
Harper explains and the doctor keeps asking questions. Her hands are gripping the edge of the bed so hard her knuckles are turning white. I can see a vein in her neck pulsing as the blood pumps through. Her lips, usually full and pink with a beautiful soft curve, have turned into a thin line across her face.
All I want to do is sit next to her and put my arm around her. It kills me to see her like this. Finally Doctor Mac grabs a small jar from a drawer and takes it out of its sterile packaging.
“The bathroom is just down the
hall to the left. If you can, fill it up to the line here,” he points to a line three quarters of the way up. “Otherwise just get as much as you can.”
Harper grabs the vial and nods.
“Good luck!” Doctor Mac says cheerily. I grin. He does have a gift for unwavering good humour. Harper glances at me before heading out the door. She closes it softly and I turn to Doctor Mac, who’s typing notes on his computer.
“Do you think it’s serious?”
“No way to tell,” he replies. He types a few more words and then presses one last button with a flourish before turning towards me. “But she’s walking and talking so I’d say she’s in fairly good shape.”
I chuckle. “I’ve never seen her so nervous!”
“Us doctors are a scary bunch!” He replies just as the door opens. Harper holds out the jar with her yellow urine in it. Looks like she was able to fill most of it up, and I silently tell her good job.
Doctor Mac snaps a blue latex glove onto his hand and grabs the jar. He slips it into a clear plastic bag and stands up.
“We can run a few tests right now, so if you don’t mind waiting five or ten minutes, I’ll be right back.”
“Sounds good, thanks Doctor,” Harper says, sitting back down on the examination table. Doctor Mac nods and slips out the door. I stand up and take a few steps until I’m standing in front of her. I put my hands on either side of her arms and give them a squeeze.
“It’ll be ok. He’s a great doctor.”
“Yeah he’s nice,” she says with a weak smile. “Sorry, I’ve just had bad experiences at the doctor and now they make me nervous.”
“I get it. I’m here for you.” She nods, and I continue. “You hear me, Harper? I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”
Her eyes lift up to mine and I feel a surge of emotion in my chest. Butterflies crash around my ribcage and stomach as I watch the sparkle in her green eyes.
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