CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ZANE LEWIS

The house has never been more crowded in my entire life, at least, not that I can remember. At the same time, as I wander around my parents’ big anniversary blowout party, I feel lonely. Everyone who comes into the house or wanders out into the yard and sees me seems to want to know how the military is treating me, and whether I plan on staying in or taking my retirement.

My only comfort is overhearing the other people my age at the party, including Harper, getting the same kinds of questions I’m fielding. What their next career move is going to be, when they’re going to settle down and get married. All the usual things that older adults ask younger adults, over and over again.

In and outside a house filled with practically everyone I know outside of the army, I feel like I can’t escape.

I spot Harper edging away from a group of older people, looking around for an exit of her own. When her gaze lands on me, I grin and shrug. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I’ve been watching her all night. In fact I’ve been watching her every time she’s anywhere near, ever since the night before.

I could not get the memory of her out of my head.

I look around, there’s only one place I know of in the whole house where none of the guests will be. My room upstairs has a bunch of even-younger kids in it, drinking sodas, eating snacks and arguing over my PlayStation. The only empty place in the whole house will be my parents’ room on the ground floor. I lick my lips. No one is going to notice if we’re gone for, like, twenty minutes or so.

I have to get Harper alone.

I move a little closer to her, and start to almost walk past her in the crowd of people wandering around the house, catching her eye with a quick gesture I learned in the army that comes in handy. Hopefully no one else notices it.

“My parents’ room,” I murmur, as I walk past her.

“Two minutes,” she says just as quickly, her voice low in my ear.

I nod quickly and hurry in the direction of my parents’ bedroom, trying to look like I’m doing some kind of urgent chore.

I feel like there’s a hot wire running through my spine from my skull to my hips as I wait for Harper to follow me. Just remembering her from the night before in the water completely naked is enough to start getting me hard. It’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since it happened.

Harper slips into the room, closing the door quickly behind her, and I’ve got my arms around her waist before I can even think about what I’m doing. My mouth is against hers. Instantly Harper’s lips open to the touch of my tongue and she responds to my every touch. I push her up against the wall to get as much contact with her body as I possibly can.

“I — I take it you’re having a frustrating night, too,” Harper says when I break away from her lips finally, dipping down to her neck.

“God, if I hear one more question about what I’m going to do, I’m going to show them some shit I learned in basic,” I tell her, and close my mouth over hers again.

“Didn’t we say we couldn’t do—” Harper breaks off with a moan, and her hands are all over me, sliding against my chest, grazing against the rock-hard ridge at the front of my pants. I groan out and my hips push against her hand.

“Not here,” I say, pulling back a little bit. Attached to my parents’ bedroom is their bathroom, and while the idea of bending Harper over my mom and dad’s bed is pretty horrifying, I think we can both get some stress relief that I know we need in the bathroom without it being too gross.

I drag her into the big bathroom and close the door behind us. I’m all over her again almost before I can think about whether or not I should be. Harper moans and the sound makes the hot tension between my hips, down along my groin, burn more intensely.

“Do you want to do this?” I nip at the spot where her pulse flutters along her jaw, and Harper’s head moves up and down.

“Yeah, it’s probably the worst possible thing to do right now but yeah,” she says, sounding breathless.

God, I love the sound of her voice, the sound of her moans, the way it’s so obvious that she’s giving into the situation almost in spite of herself.

We can’t get fully naked. If someone somehow comes into the master bedroom, we need to be able to straighten up fast. I reach underneath Harper’s dress and tug her panties down, and she lets them fall to her feet before stepping out of them.

At the same time, she’s unzipping my fly, reaching into my pants. She takes my cock out of my pants. Her hands are cool, but it might be that my cock is so hot for her. She wraps her delicate hand around it, and a shiver rushes up my spine.

I pull down the front of her dress and find she isn’t wearing a bra, a fact that somehow makes me even harder. It feels like there’s molten rock in the pit of my stomach, like my cock is full of liquid metal. I could come in an instant, but I don’t want to. I reach up between Harper’s legs and she’s every bit as wet, every bit as hot, as I have imagined since I saw her in her bedroom.

I slide my fingers along her folds and press into her slowly, finding her clit. Harper lets out a little cry, her hands tightening on me. We touch each other for what feels like an eternity, and she gets wetter and wetter, slickening my fingers. I’m struggling not to come in her hand as she strokes me.

“Here,” I say, pulling down my pants just enough to do what I need to. I sit on the wide ledge of my parents’ bathtub. Always prepared, I roll on a condom and pull Harper to me, and she gets what I have in mind immediately.

She smiles and parts her legs and sinks down onto me. She’s so tight, so hot and wet, wrapped around my throbbing, aching cock that I have to hold her absolutely still on top of me for about fifty beats of my heart to make sure I don’t hit my climax right away.

Harper begins to slowly rise and fall on me, her muscles flexing around my erection. I bury my face against her tits, nuzzling and licking and sucking without even really paying attention to what I’m doing. I rock my hips up to meet hers, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her as she rides me.

“God, I wish I could get you naked and bend you over my bed and just fuck you until you scream my name,” I tell Harper, grabbing at her hips, trying to push her down onto me harder and faster.

“It’s not… it’s not bad enough, screwing in your parents’ bathroom?” Harper sounds amused, and breathless, all at the same time. She kisses me again and again, and we might as well be a million miles away from the party.

I can’t hold out for long. All at once I’m holding her tight against me, pushing up with my hips hard and fast, slamming into her as instinct takes over. Harper buries her face against my shoulder to muffle the noises she’s making. If anyone came in right now they would absolutely and immediately know what we were doing.

I feel Harper’s body flexing around me in hard, fast spasms as she comes, and that’s all it takes. My cock explodes into the condom. I groan against her neck as one jolt of pleasure after another lights up my nervous system.