Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Easton

“I really hope your parents aren't going to go tubbing tonight,” Harper

says, her legs wrapped around me, her hand playing with the back of

my wet hair.

“Why do you say that?”

"What we just did in here.” Her eyes go wide. “That would be all kinds

of wrong .. no?"

I laugh.

When she breaks it down that way, she has a point.

But I have good news to share and say, “I'm the only one who uses it.

My brothers used to before they graduated and still lived at home, but

now that they have their own places, it's just me. My parents don't even

go in the pool.” .

“I'm relieved to hear that.”

I touch her pussy, just the outside edge, needing to feel its heat again,

my mind focused on only one thing. “Relieved ... and sore, I imagine.”

Three times in a two-hour span. That isn't a record for me, but it's

probably close.

I can't get enough of her. I knew that long before, when she was only

giving me small tastes, but now that I've felt her wetness, her tightness,

the way her pussy molds around my cock because it's only ever had me

inside of it ...

Fuck.

There isn't anything better.

“I am, a little bit,” she admits.

I put my arm around her and pull her toward the stairs. “Let's get out of

here. We'll take a shower and go grab some pizza. Sound good?”

“I love that idea.”

We're walking down the steps when I hear my phone ring. I know it's

somewhere in my pants and I hurry over to where I left them, searching

the pockets until it's in my hand.

Ryan's name is on the screen.

Is he calling to chew me out for getting Harper dismissed from school?

The only way he would know is if he saw us walk by his classroom

window. A possibility, but something! doubt he would care about.

Maybe he's looking for her and tried calling her first and she didn't

answer

Regardless, I know better than to ignore him.

I turn around, facing Harper, showing her the screen where his name

appears. “It's your brother..."

"Yikes."

I hold the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

I continue to stare at Harper. “Home. Why?"

“Meet me at Shore right now.”

Shore is one of the restaurants downtown that we often meet up at on

the weekends. We don't ever go there after school, which is why I can't

figure out Ryan's request.

“Right now?" I ask. “Why? What's so important?”

“Just come-and hurry up, I'll explain everything once you get here.”

“Are you .. alone?”

“Yeah, I'm fucking alone. Who do you think I'd be here with?”

I don't take the time to answer his question. I just need to know if he’s

with Sadie, which would mean I could bring Harper.

Since that isn't the case, I say, “I'll be right there,” and I hang up.

I move over to the chair that's holding Harper's clothes and toss over

her pants and shirt. As she catches them, I tell her, “Get dressed, I have

to go.” I put on my own clothes,

frustrated when the zipper doesn't rise fast enough

“I don't understand what's happening, Easton.”

I slip my arms through my shirt. “Your brother needs me for

something.”

“Am I coming along, too?”

“No.”

She halts, her pants halfway up her legs. “No?”

“No,” I repeat.

“So, we're not going to get something to eat?”

I put on my shoes. “I'm dropping you off at home. If there's time later,

I'll come pick you back up.”

“You do realize how fucked up that is, don't you?” .

She's pissed.

I get it.

But there was urgency in Ryan's voice. Something I don't hear often.

Something that tells me whatever he needs me for is important.

I don't want to waste time arguing with Harper, so I move in behind

her, grabbing her shirt from her hands, and helping her put it on. “We'll

discuss it later-once I'm done with Ryan.”

Now that she’s dressed, I pick up the empty glasses and carry them

inside. I place them into the sink at the bar, and make sure Harper is

trailing me as I head out to my Jeep.

We climb in and before her seatbelt is even on, I'm backing out of the

driveway, flooring the gas, taking every shortcut I know to get across to

her side of town.

She's quiet during the drive and every time I glance at her, I see her

anger building. I'm sure she thinks I'm putting her last, choosing her

brother over her.

I suppose I am.

But this is different, this is somehow very important, and whatever is

eating at Ryan especially if it's about Harper and me and his desire to

hash things out again with his fists-1 don't need her involved.

When I pull up to her house, she opens the door without saying

anything and starts to get out of my Jeep.

“Harper ... “I clasp her arm, causing her to turn around and look at me.

“I'll be back later, and we can talk then.”

"Sure. Whatever.”

She shuts the door and walks into her house, and I take off, weaving

down the streets until I see Ryan parked along the side of the

restaurant. I find an open spot fairly close to his and meet him on the

sidewalk.

“I got here as fast as I could,” I tell him.

He looks murderous, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaws grinding

together.

“I drove by here on my way home from school and look what I came

across.” He nods toward the other side of the street where Blake's car is

parked.

"So?" I can't piece this together. “He ditched school and came out to

eat. What's the big_deal?”

At least I assumed that's what happened since he wasn't in history class

today.

“I wanted to see if he was in his car,” Ryan says, “but his windows are

too tinted to see from here, so I went over to look.”

I follow him over to Blake's SUV and we stand by the trunk.

“I checked the driver's side, and he wasn't in there,” Ryan continues,

adding to the mystery of this conversation. “I don't know what made

me come back here and look.” Ryan cups his hands around his eyes,

blocking the sun as he presses his face against the rear glass of Blake's

X5.

There's obviously something in there that he wants me to see, so I cup

my hands around my eyes, just like he’s doing, and I peer inside.

“And look at what I fucking find .." Ryan hisses.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what I'm looking at.

But when I do, I lean back and glare at my best friend. “That

motherfucker,” I growl, my fingers clenching into fists. “I'm going to

fucking kill him.”