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HARPER

They say everything happens for a reason. They say love runs on its own clock. They say life is full of the unexpected. Now I know why they say that.

The truth was, I couldn’t crawl out of this even if I wanted to. This pull, primal and fierce, to be with him, to be his everything, it consumed me more and more with every touch, every kiss.

It was like I was lost in a spell and there was no way to exit the ride.

I poked my head through my son’s door, watching him sleep. Yesterday he had shocked me, maybe all these years he was just as lonely as I was. I knew he yearned for a father figure of his own and I had to have faith in this relationship with Spencer.

Last night was beyond incredible, out-of-this-world incredible, and I was terrified I would wake to find this all a dream so I dared not close my eyes.

There are these cataclysmic events that shape your future, rock your world and leave it spinning off its axis, throwing everything you know into turmoil.

I had experienced this personally: first with the death of my father, then the birth of Levi and now, Spencer Marcelo.

We had made love, love not sex, love…and the kind of love you read about or watch in cheesy romance movies, the kind of love that was inexplicable and mysterious but all-consuming and completely wondrous.

The feelings that washed through me as if my soul were connecting to his, it was the most frightening thing I had ever experienced.

I closed the door to my room, hearing the soft snores of Spence. Awkwardly and quietly as possible, I slid back into the bed.

“You okay?” His huskier than normal voice startled me.

“Shhhh, go back to sleep, sorry for waking you.” I lay with my back facing him, feeling unsure of what the normal procedure was in situations like this.

His well-defined, muscular arm slides around my waist and pulls me back to his chest, his warm lips pressing against the side of my neck, just below my earlobe, causing me to quiver under his intimate touch.

“Don’t get weird on me, Harper, last night was amazing and even though we have already had sex twice, I had planned on doing it a lot more. I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well get comfortable.”

I breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as the tension in my shoulders and back eased. “Sorry, I just…I’m just…”

“Not quite sure on what you’re meant to do, or how you’re meant to feel?” I rolled over and buried my face in his chest, red staining my cheeks.

“When you slept with Levi’s father, what did he do after?”

“Got up and left.” I could feel my heart flush with anger, an emotion I thought had long since passed but was suddenly exposed and filling my mind with uncertainty.

Though it didn’t quite feel like the anger flare-up was my own, it felt as though it was backed by someone else’s, some unknown energy rippling through my system.

“He’s such a dick.”

I chuckled at his growl.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying not to feel awkward, but I’m not doing a very good job, am I?” He lifted my chin, his tired eyes glowing with such strength and reliability.

Darkness swept over his irises; a familiarity and need hit me as I flicked between them. It seemed as though his eyes belonged to someone else.

“Just because we’ve crossed that line does not mean I’m going to disappear because we slept together. I was serious when I told you I want both you and Levi. That was not a lie. I’m not going anywhere; you’re mine now. You belong to me in every way, and if you have trouble understanding that, you should check out the marks I left on your body, proving that I have claimed every inch of you.”

My jaw went slack. “Bite marks? You gave me a hickey?”

His chest rumbled with laughter.

“Oh, sweet cheeks, I put them in places that weren’t noticeable, like your butt cheeks and your inner thighs, under your breasts…”

I trembled slightly as his lips nipped at my neck. He pulled back with a furrowed brow. “Why are you wearing clothes?”

“Oh, um, I went to check on Leivon and didn’t want him waking up to see us both naked.”

“Well, I don’t want to get dressed because I haven’t finished with you yet.”

His statement had my eyes rolling back as a new wave of lust thrummed through my body. “The sun is beginning to rise,” I waved my hand dramatically at the light.

“Good, now I get to see those weakening curves of yours.”

He covered my smaller frame with his larger one, his manhood knocking at my entrance as I groaned.

“I’m a little sore and achy,” I admitted, blushing furiously.

He stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?”

“No”—I shook my head—“just…unused, I guess, for so long.”

“Phew.” He wiped his hand down the front of his face, breathing a sigh of relief. “Sorry, you’re just so damn irresistible. Okay, just let me stay here, being close is enough…for now.”

Surprisingly, after our small chat and his head resting on my stomach, I closed my weary eyes and with a calmer mind, darkness closed around me and fell straight to sleep.

***

Waking up much later than normal, I rolled over to find an empty bed but my entire somber mood from earlier that morning had lifted.

I smiled, thinking about his soft caresses. Spencer had fulfilled every desire I had and I was floating on clouds, his need to satisfy every inch of my mind, body, and soul made my heart race.

I walked out to discover Uncle Clade reading the paper at the table, still in his attire from the day before. He greeted me with a big, knowing grin, and I attempted to hide my embarrassment.

“Good night?” he chuckled.

I poured a mug of coffee before settling down next to him. “Great, yours?”

“Great,” he smirked before dipping his head and focusing back on his paper.

“Where’s Levi?” He snorted at my question.

“Outside, shirtless, with a very shirtless deputy.”

I heard the words ~shirtless deputy~ and I was on my feet, scrambling to the window.

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as they lavishly perused the god-like muscular structure that is Spencer Marcelo.

I zoned in on the sweat that glistened against his tanned skin as it rolled over every crevice, bump, and ripped hard, taut, edible line.

“Jesus, kid, you wanna mop up all moisture seeping from you, pooling on the floor?”

I immediately looked down, horrified my arousal was saturating the floor, only to find nothing. I spun around with a murderous glare. “That’s not funny.”

“I can’t believe you looked,” Uncle Clade chuckled, “you got it bad, girl.”

My cheeks flushed, “I do not,” I mumbled sulkily, returning to my chair.

“Yes you do, you leaped out of that chair like your pants were on fire, to perv on our deputy.”

I poked my tongue at him like a five-year-old.

After making everyone sandwiches, I sat down to scrambled eggs on toast and two rambunctious sweaty boys came bounding inside.

Levi had copied Spencer and was showing off his rather puny physique; it was so adorable I had to curb the ‘awww’ sound that threatened to escape.

“Morning honey”—I glanced at my wristwatch—“well, midday.” I gave Levi a kiss on top of his head.

“Should have told us you were up, we would have come in sooner,” Spencer commented, but I was unable to meet his eyes as a red hue tinted my cheeks.

“You were having fun, I didn’t want to disturb you. Yuck, you are so sweaty, wash your hands, I made you both some lemonade and sandwiches.” My eyes never strayed from my happy son.

After eating—and keeping my head down the entire time—I ran Levi a bath, asking Clade to keep an eye on him while I headed to my room for a shower.

The old pipes clanged and groaned as the water ran through them.

I was standing there completely naked with my hand under the water, testing it wasn’t too hot, when the door opened and to my shock and heated surprise, in slipped Spence.

“Now that is a sight I will never tire of seeing.”

“What are you—”

“Shh, Clade is keeping an eye on the cowboy, we have time.” He pushed his pants to the floor, I spun back around feeling more than just flustered.

“Why are you shying away from me?” he inquired confidently.

“I’m—I’m not.”

“Do you know what I find amusing about this situation?” I could feel his warm body press against me as his hands came up to cup my breasts.

“What?” I moaned as he toyed with the peaks of my nipples.

“You really don’t know how to act around me anymore.”

The truth was, I didn’t, I had no fucking clue, and that in itself was embarrassing.

As he caressed my neck and slid his hand down my front toying with my clit, I was lost, in a trance and completely consumed by his every movement upon my skin.

His hands left my body and my eyes snapped open. I was completely unaware they had even closed but so aware his heat had left my body.

He placed his hand under the running water and then lifted me in, stepping in so we were face to face.

His head dropped and captured my lips with his, sliding his tongue in as I gasped when he pushed me against the cold tiles on the wall.

Spencer lifted my leg up over his arm and angled the head of his monstrous cock at my entrance, sliding in with one deftly push, “Holy fuck, sweet cheeks, God you feel so good.”

His lustful words were doing things to my mind, things I never thought I would think.

His thrust in was more intense than last night, maybe it was the position we were in but it was like my whole body ignited and zings of pleasure ran across my nervous system.

I couldn’t understand how this amazing man could make me feel so incredible, desired…sexy.

I couldn’t keep the grip of my foot on the ground, and slipped. He smirked at me as he caught me, slipping out his hard cock from inside me.

“Turn around, Harper, I want to fuck you hard.”

I whimpered as he lowered my leg, the same look of desire dripped from him as his command came out as a growl.

I gingerly turned, panting heavily and shaking from the thickening atmosphere that surrounded us.

I was bent over with my hands pressed against the back of the shower when I felt the tip of his tongue tickling at my engorged folds.

“Ooohhh Gggooodd,” I groaned, and looked down to see he was on his knees with my privates on full show and in his face.

“Fuck me, sweet cheeks, I don’t think I will ever be able to leave this haven between your legs.” My eyes widened, but the moment his tongue continued his torturously divine manipulation on my very aroused center, I was lost to the pleasurable pulses that spread through me.

I could feel the knot of ecstasy growing within my lower abdomen, I felt his fingers dip into my tunnel and then they circled the rim of my anus.

Again, I was jolted back to the present, my rim had never been touched by anyone and the feel of his fingers toying with it had me stiffen.

“Go with it, Harper, enjoy the feel, because when you’re ready, I plan on fucking you in this tight hole of yours.”

Those whispered words against my saturated folds caused me to shudder and just like that, I erupted, in earth-shattering force, imploding from the inside out as my body washed with pure ecstasy. “Holy shit, you just squirted.”

“I just what?” I screeched, shrinking to the floor of the shower, horrified. I knew what a squirt was, I knew because I read.

I covered my face wishing the ground would show me mercy and swallow me.

He sat down on the floor of the shower, pulling me onto his lap and separating my legs either side of his hips.

He then slightly lifted me, angling his head and sliding me down his shaft, undeterred by my crippling embarrassment as my hands remained covering my face.

“Harper…” I separated my fingers to look at him and he laughed. “I love that ass play makes you squirt.”

“Oh god,” I cried out, closing my fingers so I didn’t have to see him. I tried to recoil away but the smart bastard had buried himself in me.

“Look at me”—I shook my head left to right—“look at me.”

“I can’t,” he laughed again, I’m so glad he found this funny because I was utterly mortified.

He thrust his pelvis upward and my hands immediately dropped as I curved my back in ecstasy. He seized his opportunity and grabbed my wrists.

“Harper, that was the sexiest thing ever, I love that your body can do that, do you even realize how rare that is? Don’t shy away from that, or me. I told you in the early hours this morning, you’re mine, you belong to me, every sexy, divine inch of you is… MINE.”

His sapphire blues swept over with black as his voice became gravelly and deep when he pronounced the word ~mine~.

My whole body thrummed like I had some insane need to submit to everything he requested; it all spurred on my lust for him.

“Move, sweet cheeks.” He still possessed a slight disembodied gravelly tone that licked devilishly at my ears.

In a trance-like state, I went to get up, but he gripped my thighs with a smirk on his face.

“I mean, move those hips, rock forward, grind into me.”

Oh my God, he means fuck him on top, damn my lack of sexual adequacy.

I slightly lifted before dropping back down, watching his face carefully. I had seen this done, I had watched a porn or two, I knew how this was meant to look.

I changed my position on his lap and shifted up a bit more; Spencer became excited by my sudden need to control this action.

I was petrified, but now that we were face to face, and he had been determined to assure me I was his, I wanted to watch his face collapse in pleasure. The same pleasure he inflicted on my body.

I laced my fingers around the back of his neck and rose up before sliding back down and tilting my hips ever so gently; this had Spencer’s eyes close and his head trying to roll back as he softly moaned.

Again and again, I rose up and slid back down; it was like heaven but it wasn’t enough.

His mouth enclosed around my nipple, swirling the tip as I ground into him, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone.

This was most definitely the right friction; he was grunting with my nipple in his mouth and the other rolling around between his fingers as I repetitively ground into him.

This was too much, too much pleasure, so good, everything with him felt so goddamn good.

I quickened my pace and was hovering on the precipice of orgasm when he pulled his mouth from my chest and dug his fingers into my hips as we both leaped over the edge with blasting force.

He growled so loud, the pure intensity shook the bathroom door, while he bathed my inner walls with his semen, mixing with my cream deep inside my tunnel.

“Holy fucking shit,” Spencer cried out, “you are perfect.”