Chapter 7

Harper

I continued to the house but slowed the closer I got. It wasn’t like I was sprinting, I hadn’t done much running in years, and it got my ticker working double time. I looked back to see that Luke was already headed into his house and I couldn’t help but smile that he’d missed me.

I went inside where Nora was in the kitchen thumbing through a recipe book. There was a short stack of them on the table and another for the ones she’d discarded. “You wander worse than a stray dog. Have you been running?” She narrowed her eyes as I bent over with my hand on my knees to catch a breath.

“What tipped you off?” I stood upright and went for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“What are you running from?” She went back to pouring through the pages of the book.

“Who am I running from would be a better question. Luke asked me to go fishing tomorrow, so he wanted to show me the creek.” I twisted off the cap and took a long swig.

“You told him no? Are you out of your mind?”

“He didn't want to show me the creek, Nora. He’s hoping to show me the whopper he’s got in his pants. The only thing he’s fishing for is a piece of ass.” I leveled my stare as she met mine.

“So what, he’s gorgeous, and he’s a nice guy. You act like something bad is going to happen.” She shook her head and let out a breath of frustration like she had any room to talk.

I thought about what she was saying. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like he was being dishonest about what he wanted from me. I thought about his thick erection and how good it would feel. It had been a while. “Fine, I’ll go over right now. No need to waste a whole day fishing when I already know what he’s hoping to reel in.”

I put the water back in the fridge and headed out. I crossed the field between the houses and went straight up to his door.

“You looking for me?” He was still outside, tinkering with his bike.

“Yeah, so what if I am?” I leaned against the old beater of a truck and put my hands in the pocket of my sweater.

He laughed. “Well, you found me.”

“So how about that ride?” He stood and wiped his hands on an old rag and then tossed it into his truck.

“You sure you want to?” His eyes sparkled in the porch light as he mounted his bike and I nodded stepping forward to close the distance. “Get on.”

I took a deep breath and mounted the bike behind him, holding firm to his tight abs and pressed against his strong, broad back. He drove us out behind his house and across the yard where the woods grew thick, and then he entered a narrow trail that took us all the way to a clearing near a creek.

The moon shone across the water and reflected off the sandy banks. There was a fallen tree and small pier with a bench. I wondered if he’d had it put there himself for just such occasions.

He climbed off and took my hand, and once he’d helped me down, we headed toward the short pier. “I built this last year. It’s been a nice addition and makes fishing easier.” He stepped up on the pier and walked to the bench to sit down.

I stood close, and he took my hand and pulled me closer his knees parting for me to stand between them. I brushed my fingers through his hair as his hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt where his thumbs brushed my bare flesh.

“What made you change your mind? Surely you don’t think my intentions are any different.” He slipped his hands up the back of my shirt as to show me in case I’d forgotten.

“I decided the fun outweighed the risk. Besides, what could happen in ten days?” I cupped his face, and he tilted his head up to kiss me as he unhooked my bra. I shrugged off my sweater and let it fall to the deck, then lifted my arms to let him slip my shirt up over my head.

I pulled my arms free of my bra straps and tossed it to the rest of my clothes with the growing pile. “You’re beautiful.” His mouth moved to my nipple, and I arched my back as he pulled me forward tugging at my button-fly jeans.

He popped them open in one quick movement and then pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked out of my shoes and jeans and pushed them aside, leaving me in nothing but my white silk bikinis. The night air chilled my flesh as a gentle breeze blew across me, and his gaze slid from my eyes down and back again.

I put my thumbs in the elastic at my hips, and he shook his head. “Don’t you want me to take them off?”

“No.” He held my face gently, pushing his thumb between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and tasting the salt. “That’s a talent I’d like to see more of.” His suggestion warmed my core and sent my mouth to watering. He reached for my hand, and I dropped to my knees nestling between his thighs. I met his eyes and licked my lips reaching for his zipper. He angled his hips forward leaning back to give me better access. His erection was even more impressive as I held it in my hand. There was no way I’d take the whole thing, but I was damned sure going to try.

I took a calming breath as he leaned back on the bench, resting one elbow across the back as the other one felt my hair and then slipped down to pinch my tight nipple. I stroked him a few times, letting my thumb slide across his thick bell-shaped tip. His thick, muscular shaft was bulging with veins, and I slid my tongue across it and teased down to his base licking his sac and sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time.

He sucked in a breath and nudged his hips forward a bit, and I knew what he wanted. I prepared myself for a mouthful and took him in, his head resting against my tongue as I worked him slowly.

“Fuck yeah.” The words rolled off his tongue like a whisper, and then he lifted me up by my elbow and pulled me forward. I love the way he man-handled me. Not like some asshole abuser, but like a man who knew what I wanted and was ready to give it to me. I didn’t want to be treated like a fucking flower, no. I wanted him to fuck me good and make me beg for more.

His hand fell across my panties cupping my mound. “Are those nice and wet yet?” He applied a little pressure, and my knees fell together as pleasure bloomed. The tingling sensation had me panting, and I shuddered as he pushed two fingers against my folds, wetting my panties. “There’s my little wet spot.” He tugged me closer and then leaned down and put his mouth over my panties and worked his mouth against me, licking the spot wet from my nectar.

The sensation of his warm mouth through my panties sent a wave of pleasure shuddering through me and then he kissed his way up the front of the silk before hooking his thumbs and pulling them down. Then he brought his hand up and slipped two fingers between my folds as I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

“Good girl. Now you’re ready for me,” he whispered against my breast as he pulled me down toward his lap. He held his cock up to center it and eased me down on it. It stretched me as it pressed through me, hitting my depths. I moaned as he captured my mouth. I rolled my hips, grinding on his cock as it pulsed inside me.

I didn’t even mind being called a good girl, and as a matter of fact, it was kind of sexy the way it rolled off his tongue. He pulled my breasts together and sucked my nipples causing me to throw my head back and moan.

His eyes met mine. “You feel so good, so tight and wet. Tell me how it feels inside you.”

“So good.” It was a weak description, but I was so lost in pleasure and the fact that I was about to come that I couldn’t think of anything else. “I’m so close.” I’d never had anyone push me over the edge so quickly, but he knew how to work me.

“Mm, good girl. Come all over my cock and tell me where you want it.” He bucked his hips, and my breasts bounced hitting his chin. He captured one of my nipples and pulled it between his teeth as my release ripped through me. I screamed as my walls pulsed milking his cock.

“Wherever you want it.” He pumped a few more times and moaned through clenched teeth as he pulled out and his release shot all over my tummy.

“So you know that’s not where I really wanted it.”

“I said anywhere.” I picked up my panties and cleaned myself off with them. “Too bad, these were my favorite pair.” I shrugged, but he took them and leaned over the edge of the dock to rinse them in the creek.

“Good as new.” He wrung them out and passed them to me.

“You think of everything. I’m not used to roughing it.” I pulled on my pants and twirled my panties on my finger.

“Stick with me, and I’ll show you a few things.” He gave a warm laugh, and as another warm feeling spread through me, I knew that I wanted him to show me more. More of his sweet words, and more of his amazing body.