Harper giggles and climbs off the bed seductively, hips swaying, hands tracing every curve I want on me.
“No magic here, just Harper.” She winks. Like a sex panther in heat. I want to devour her in the wild. Fuck myself to death. Die in a Harper orgasm fog. Her essence on my lips and my come pooling inside her body. She makes her way to the restroom and I watch my come leak down the inside of her legs.
“When you look in the mirror you’re going to wish you had some magic. There’s no way they’re going to believe we’ve been writing vows in here with how well fucked you look right now.”
She shrugs. “It was worth the scrutiny,” Harper says, sitting on the toilet to wipe away what I just worked so hard for. “I have to go make the bouquets for tomorrow. You need to get out of here. What are you doing tonight? Strippers? Killing bad guys? I’m not sure what it is a man like you does the night before he gets married.”
She flushes the toilet and tries to fix her hair with a comb. She curses when it doesn’t work. “What does a man like me do the night before he gets married?” I ask, walking up to wrap my hands around her naked body. “I thank God I get to marry the woman of my dreams and count down the hours until it happens, while simultaneously praying the world doesn’t come down around us before it happens.”
Harper grins, pressing her lips to one side. “You’re trying to woo me right now. I’m swooning, Ben Brahams. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“You want it in you one more time?” I ask, joking.
Harper’s smile widens the same time as her feet. Then she bends over, pressing her perfect tits against the cold granite. “I need a shower anyway,” she purrs, reaching back to spread her butt cheeks. “If you’re game, that is?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that?” I ask, stroking my dick while I stare at one of my favorite sights in the entire world. “Hold that fucking thought,” I say, holding up one finger.
I pop my head out of our bedroom door to find Martina sitting cross-legged on the area rug with what looks like a million white flowers spread out around her. “Twenty more minutes,” I say, teeth gritted.
She rolls her eyes. “Take thirty. Her mom left during round two. Keep it down.”
I don’t think about what that means and lock the door, grab the bottle of cherry lube from a nightstand, and find Harper in the same spot as when I left her.
The profile of her body, ass popped out, back arched, causes the Neanderthal that lives inside me to come barreling out, pounding his fists on his chest. “Where were we?” I ask, sauntering slowly, appreciating the absolute vision Harper is. “We have twenty minutes.”
“You were going to put it in me one more time,” Harper says, pressing her lips together in a mischievous smirk. “Wherever you want,” she says, spreading a bit wider than she was before.
I drop to my knees and lick her pussy and ass. It’s a dick throbbing mixture of Harper and my come. She pushes back into my face as I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her onto my face further. “You have to keep it down,” I say, pulling away, licking my lips. “Or else no more fun.”
I see her nod in her reflection, eyes closed. If you told me last year I had the ability to come back to back the way I do with Harper, I would have called you a fucking liar. Not only is every single brain cell attracted to her, but my balls work overtime to mass produce loads meant specifically for her. Sliding two fingers into her pussy slowly, she fucks them by rocking back. I rub her G-spot while I dribble some lube on her ass.
It puckers from the coolness and my cock flexes at the visual. “Relax,” I coax, laying a hand on her lower back. “Arch and relax.”
Harper obeys.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and line up my dick and slide into her ass in tiny juts that eventually seat my dick all the way in. I close my eyes when Harper moans.
“Fuck me hard,” she says, meeting my gaze in the mirror. It reminds me of a time I fucked her so long ago. Even then I didn’t feel like she was mine.
This time when I fuck her ass and watch her come, I know without a shadow of a doubt she’s mine. When my balls feel like they might explode, I grimace, fuck her to the hilt, and come in her. Again.
And it’s never enough. Will never be enough to make up for all the time I didn’t have this connection. This power.
This love.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Harper
I’ve never been happier in my entire life. That’s a bold statement. One I’d repeat a million times if it means I get to feel like this every day for the rest of my life. My dad is walking me down the aisle, just sand marked by white flowers on either side, to the man of my dreams.
Ben is standing barefoot by the water wearing a white shirt, untucked, and a pair of khaki pants. We’re getting married in the exact spot he proposed. There are about ten chairs on either side of the aisle, all filled with our closest friends and family who could make it on such short notice. We didn’t send out invites or make a registry, or do anything stereotypical brides and grooms do. That’s for everyone else. They can keep the customs and pomp. We just want each other. My dress, a white lacy, curve hugging number, flares at the bottom in a mermaid cut. Ben came with me when I tried on dresses and said if we’re doing it on the beach, I should get my Ariel fantasy.
“I love you both, so much, baby. You don’t know how happy this is making your mother and me,” Dad says, squeezing my arm. “After all this time. You’re finally doing it.” It’s a statement as much as it is a question.
I squeeze his hand resting on my arm. “Thanks, Dad. Took a little longer than it should have,” I whisper, laying my head against his shoulder. The pride that oozes from his body is enough for a million daughters instead of just one. He’s always been proud of my scholarly and work accomplishments, but somehow validating my lifelong love for Ben is enough to wash all of those away. It’s because I’m finally being honest with myself, finally taking the chance I never took. “I love you,” I tell him.
He sniffles next to me, and I have to focus on Ben to keep from tearing up and ruining my makeup prematurely.
