Message received. I kiss her deep and hard. “I want to taste you when I come inside your pussy,” I say, my teeth pulling her lips after I speak.
Pumping a few more times is all it takes because it’s Harper. I’m finally taking her. She’s panting and satisfied by my dick, asking me to blow my fucking load inside her hot snatch. It’s all too much. I groan against our connected mouths and come inside her as deep as I possibly can—cock pressed to the back as far as it will go.
“I want to stay right here for a while,” Harper says, wrapping her arms around my neck, keeping me deep inside her.
“No arguments there,” I hiss out in between breaths, settling my head next to hers. “That was….everything.”
Harper nods against my shoulder. Her heartbeat hammers against mine—matching it one love filled beat for the next. My whole body feels weak after that mind-numbing orgasm. There’s no comparison. Everything in my body is electrified, every sense heightened, my soul calling out to its one and only match in this twisted world. This is it for me.
Sheis it for me.
A sniffle fills the air and I pull back to look at her face. A tear rolls down the side of her temple and disappears into her brown hair. Harper smiles and kisses me on the lips once. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice catching.
Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “What for?”
“For ignoring our truth for so long.”
I roll off her small frame and tuck her into my body. She fits perfectly, her back against my chest and her legs bent around mine. Norah’s lotion catches my eye and I swallow down a bout of guilt.
How can I possibly feel guilt when I have, quite literally, everything I’ve ever loved in my arms? I kiss the top of her head and she nestles in deeper, pulling my arm under her face.
I make a note to put away the lotion as soon as Harper goes to the restroom.
Chapter Thirteen
Harper
Every single muscle in my body hurts. We had sex three times last night. There’s not a spot on my body that doesn’t have either Ben’s saliva or his come dried into my skin. Wincing when I sit up in bed, I throw a hand over my eyes when the sunlight blasts through the open curtain. “Oh my God. I think I’m dying,” I groan.
Ben is already in the kitchen. Pots and pans are banging around and I hear the fridge door open and close. Ben’s white dress shirt is sitting on the floor next to the bed. “Perfect,” I say, sliding my arms into the big sleeves and buttoning a few, leaving the top open. I catch sight of myself in the mirror over his dresser and find my lipstick smeared all over the collar.
Ben peeks into the room. “You’re up!” His smile is bright and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Part of me worried he’d think we made a mistake last night. I didn’t.
“I was a right fine whore last night,” I admit, turning to him so he can see his destroyed shirt.
He waves it off. “That’s what Grace is for. She’ll get those stains out.”
“Grace?”
“My dry cleaning lady.”
“Oh,” I reply, feeling my cheeks heat. I wasn’t drunk. Not by a long shot. Last night was all me.
He walks over and pulls me close. “Last night you showed me your best work to date. Don’t be embarrassed. I had to physically restrain myself from pummeling your sweet pussy while you slept. It’s why I made breakfast.”
My core clenches at his words, but my stomach grumbles. “Can you pummel me after breakfast?”
“My God,” Ben says, setting his thumbs on my lips. “I’ve entered heaven, haven’t I? You’re my gift for serving my country well.” Ben leans in and barely touches his mouth against mine.
Everything in my body focuses on where he’s touching me. “It was so good. I didn’t know it could be that good.”
He smiles against my mouth and I have to open my eyes to view it. His dimples are out and his hooded eyes tell me he thinks last night was more than good. “Just think. Today we bowl.”
“Don’t you have work?” I ask, pushing away from him to go into the bathroom. I pee with the door open as Ben tells me he’s taken some time off work for a few days. It’s because another team has taken over this week, so some of the guys were able to put in successful leave requests. I wash my hands as I survey myself in the mirror. Ben’s back in the kitchen attending to our breakfast. Last night I told him this was the beginning of our new, truthful life and I don’t look the same.
I look happy. A truthful happy. The kind you find when you finally stop lying to yourself and give in to what you know you need. I need Ben more than anything else. He doesn’t complete me. I don’t need a man to do that. I need a man to love me more than he loves anything else. There’s no question in my mind that he does. That regardless of his career choices or how busy he is, Ben will always love me most.
I smile at my wild-eyed reflection and head to the living room to search my suitcase for something to wear to bowling on our first real date. I mark the day in my head, as the one where we started our forever over again. I’m sifting through my suitcase, folding and refolding as I organize.
