Chapter Twenty-Three

Reed

She laughed, a glorious sound that tickled my ears. My cock sprang to life as it seemed to do every single time she was around me. Damn. I had to get her home right now so I could do all the things I’d been dreaming about since the last time.

“How about a chauffeur, then?” she asked. “Because in the morning I need you to take me somewhere.”

“Oh, where’s that?”

“To the Mayo Clinic. I want to meet Jessica.”

I squeezed her again, so damn happy I wanted to explode underneath the weight of that strange emotion. For the first time in I couldn’t remember how long, nothing bad or negative loomed on my horizon. Life was good. Because of her.

Pulling out my phone, I held up a finger as I called the hospital to check on my little girl. When I was told she was sleeping peacefully and probably would for most of the night, I told the nurse how to reach me if anything changed. After being assured that they would, I smiled at Harper. “Let’s go.”

We ran like teenagers to my beat-up car. Harper didn’t say anything about how far I’d fallen. She looked so young and gorgeous, and in her expression, I saw the old Harper mixed with the new. I couldn’t believe that I’d never seen it before. But I hadn’t been looking. I’d never make that mistake again. God had granted me a second chance. A do-over. And I was going to grasp on to it with both hands.

Words weren’t necessary during the ride to her place, but touching reigned supreme. I caressed every single inch of exposed skin she had, delighting in how responsive she was to my fingers. Every little sigh and moan made me feel like a stud. I liked knowing how hot I could get her.

After she directed me to her parking garage, I hit park and turned to her.

“Harper, how wet are you?”

She looked at me from underneath hooded lashes. Taking my hand that still rested on the gearshift, she inched it up her thigh, taking her pencil skirt with it until it lay at the molten hot juncture of her woman’s core.

“Touch me, Reed.”

Damn, my woman surprised me in the best ways. A virgin not so long ago, Harper was like a tight rosebud blossoming open before my very eyes. I couldn’t get enough. Slipping a finger underneath her lacy thong, I hissed in a breath as the heated moisture flowed over it.

“Let’s get upstairs. I’ll admit I’m becoming a jealous man because of you. I don’t want these damn security cameras getting any footage of your body. The only eyes that are ever going to see you are mine. Your first is going to be your last.”

We ran through the garage and didn’t stop until we reached the elevator. This time, I didn’t have to worry about being afraid as the car lifted to the penthouse because Harper had her hand between my legs, rubbing my cock until it strained into her tiny hand.

“You’re playing with fire.”

Her sexy chuckle sounded like temptation on a stick. “I’m just trying to keep your mind off the fact that we’re headed to the top floor. I’m doing you a service, buddy.”

“Are there cameras in here?” I asked, twitching so hard it proved painful. But Harper’s teasing fingers meant the pleasurable kind of ache.

“Probably. Why?”

“I want you on your knees.”

With that request, I swept her into my arms and kissed her, plundering her mouth just like I’d do to her pussy later. I kissed her until she reeled and wobbled underneath the assault. Only the ding of the elevator and the swish of the doors caused me to pull away.

I hefted her tiny body over my shoulder, caveman style. Since she resided in the penthouse and had already activated her keycard, the opulence of her huge condo greeted my hungry eyes the moment I stepped off. I took in the hand scraped hardwood, quartz countertops in the chef’s kitchen, and the floor to ceiling windows offering a glorious view of the Rochester skyline. But none of that mattered. The only view I really wanted was the one that involved Harper naked and writhing, splayed out for my pleasure.

“Bedroom, woman. Right. Fucking. Now.”

She raised an arm to point down the only hallway. “Last door down the hall.”

Only when I reached the bed did I allow my squirming human package to deposit itself on the huge king bed. Her bedroom was tastefully decorated in muted and subdued colors and textures. Classy. Much like the woman who slept in it. But sleeping wasn’t going to happen tonight. Nope. Sleeping wouldn’t happen until tomorrow.

Fucking was going to happen. So many times, she wouldn’t be able to walk without a limp. I pressed down on top of her, anxious to get her clothes off. I didn’t want any barriers between us, no matter how thin. Not fabric, not withholding important information, not lies. Nothing. No more secrets of any kind between us again, ever.

“You take my breath away.”

“Reed, I feel so hot and then cold. What’s happening to me?” she whispered, her baby blues wide with dilated pupils.

“That’s lust, kid. Stick with me, and we’ll fan the flames and send it into the stratosphere.”

As I talked, I unbuttoned the pearl fasteners on her prim and proper cotton shirt. I almost wanted to ask her if she still had her glasses to complete my sexy librarian fantasy. Each tug exposed more of her silky soft skin to my hungry eyes. With every peel back of the fabric, I kissed the heated flesh underneath. Harper moaned and gave a little twist of her hips once I reached her belly button. I swirled my tongue inside, delighting in her scent. She always smelled good enough to eat. I didn’t know if it was perfume or lotion or some secret feminine concoction I’d never heard of, and I didn’t give a shit.

“Reed—”

“Shh…” I said, putting a finger to her lips. “I have an idea. Are you down?”

“Does it involve swinging from my chandelier?” she said, snarky Harper returning. I liked her. She could stay.

“Nope.” In one swift movement, I flipped onto my back, taking her with me. Her skirt naturally rode up to expose her lacy thong, so I deposited her right on top of my straining cock. “Much better.”

With her hair flying around her shoulders in a platinum halo and her shirt open to expose her sexy bra, I hissed in a breath because she looked like a sex goddess.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, hesitant. Her full lips turned into a tempting pout. I’d kiss them soon. But first, I needed something else.

“The shirt. Take it off. Slow.”

I watched her straddling me as she shrugged out of the cotton dress shirt and sent it to the plush carpet. “What next,” she teased, her eyes glittering. Well, two could play at that game.

“The skirt. I don’t want it off. Bunch it up around your hips.”

“Like this,” she said, moving extra slow so her full tits burst against the confines of her bra.

I could see her nipples straining against the fabric, aching for my lips and tongue. Harper had caught on to my motivation in record time, and now the controller had become the controlled. My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, and all I wanted to do was end this madness, flip her over and spear her wet pussy. I could feel the heat right through the fly of my jeans.

When she reached behind her body to take off her bra, I stopped her.

“No,” I demanded, grabbing her wrists, and placing her hands on my abs. “Like this.”

I hooked both my index fingers on the lacy edge of her bra and pulled the cups down, exposing her nipples, the fabric giving them a glorious lift. Harper’s head flew back when I circled them with my fingers, tugging and rolling them until she let out a moan.

“What next?” she said, struggling with the words.

“Your thong, push it to the side. Then, you’re going to take my cock out and ride it. I want you to slide yourself down on top of me and grind until you come. No condom. Nothing. Not one fucking thing between you and me.”

She exhaled, and her eyes widened. “But what if…”

The question dangled between us.

I linked my fingers with hers. “That’s what I want, Harper. You’re my future, and neither one of us is getting any younger. We got over the trite getting to know you period over twenty years ago. It’s time. I want all of me inside of you. Right now.”

“Oh.” Her mouth formed a perfect oval as she considered my latest demand. At first, I thought she might balk. But then, her delicate fingers moved to my zipper, slowly bringing it down until I sprang free of the constraints of denim. Shit, I’d forgotten my decision to freeball it today.

“Reed, how do I—”

I didn’t even wait for her to finish, just picked her up and put her on top of me. With my hands clutching her hips, she sank down until every inch of me was fully seated within her. Damn. Heaven. I wondered if I’d ever get tired of the feeling of her tight, wet pussy choking my cock in the best way possible.

She threw her head back, the ends of her hair tickling my thighs. “Mmm… that feels so good.”

You’re not kidding, Harper Payne.

“You’re in charge, gorgeous girl. You have to move.”

She gave a tentative lift of her hips, and only a few inches escaped the confines of her moist heat. “Like this?”

Even though I wanted to buck my hips upward, I wanted to let her lead. A sex fiend lay just underneath the confines of her tailored garb, and in order to unleash it, I had to let Harper find her own way.

And she did.

As I watched, she tested the range of movements, bouncing, gliding, grinding… driving us both crazy as our bodies grew familiar with the other. Soon, she was a pro, and I laid there, watching her tits bounce as she slid up and down. I read her signs—flushed skin, erect nipples, erratic inhales. Reaching between us, I thumbed her clit until she convulsed around me, sucking me dry.

Come on, little swimmers. I hope you hit pay dirt.

My lips curled upward at the thought of planting my baby deep within Harper’s womb. Nothing sounded better to me right now. Nothing. She fell over on top of me, and I captured her mouth in a searing kiss to seal the deal.

“I’m going to make you so happy,” I promised her against her lips, turning us until I was riding her. “I’m going to love you as you’ve always deserved. Make up for all the lost years while I was being an idiot.”

She laughed and kissed me harder. “I look forward to it.”