My fingers work open myzipper.
“You would!” she barks as if I were about toaccosther.
“That’s because you just dared me, sweetheart.” I jump out of my jeans and boxers all at once, and it takes less than three seconds for me to dance out of every last stitch ofclothing.
“You’re naked!” she gasps with her hands clapped overherface.
My eyes ride down that white T-shirt of mine she’s wearing, testing the fabric at the chest, and my mouth begins to water. “Whatever happened to turnabout isfairplay?”
“Ugh!” she grunts so loud it echoes off the walls. “Is that a dare?” Her left brow hikes into her forehead, and she looks like a sexed-up doll posturing in mylivingroom.
“Yes.”
Harper touches the hem of the shirt she’s wearing slowly before inching it up like a tease, high, ever so much higher until it is indeed confirmed that the panties were not necessary. Then in one quick maneuver she hurls my T-shirt back at me like apunishment.
She strides forward with that perfectly bronzed body, her tits high and full, her pink nipples calling to me like candy. “Go ahead”—she runs her cool fingers over my cheek—“take it all in.” Her head cocks to the side. “Truth or dare—you told Ryder you couldn’t stand me. That this entire fake relationship was nothing more than our little plot forrevenge.”
“True.” I swallow hard, my dick thumps to life and grazes her thigh. A deep sigh expels from me. “But I lied.” There. If I’m going to admit things to myself, I may as well admit them to her too. “Yes. I told him those things, but only because he’s not my shrink. He’s my client and I didn’t want to muddy up the waters. What I really wanted tosaywas—”
Her finger lands to my lips. Harper’s chest is pounding so fast I’m half-afraid she’s going to pass out atmyfeet.
“You don’t have to answer that.” Her breathing picks up to atomic pace, and I wrap my arm around her. Her sweet tits touch down over my chest, and I close my eyes a moment just taking it in. “You know. It’s fine. I get it. This is our anti-rebound.” Her bottom lip tugs down once again, and I give a wry smile because I think it’s fucking cute. “But since we’re stuck with one another for a few more weeks, maybe we can have a little fun?” Her hips sway into mine. “You know, the good old-fashioned way?” Harper presses her hot body up against mine, and my skin drinks down every inch of the achingsensation.
“Harper.” Her name comes out breathless as I graze my lips over her face. I take a gentle bite from her bottom lip and pull out slowly before running my mouth close to her ear. “What I was about to say is—I only told Ryder half the story. The truth is, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I think you’re beautiful, smart, and funny as hell, and Ithink—”
A loud wallop explodes over the door and we both jump agoodfoot.
“We don’t want any,” I bark in hopes whoever it is will get lost, but my eyes stay nailed to Harper’s. She just propositioned me, so I figure, in the least, I owed her thetruth.
“It’s me!” a tiny female voice rails from outside and the pounding continues. “I’m not leaving, so would you please open up? I’m carrying ten pounds’ worth of donuts or I’d usemykey!”
“Shit.” I glance down at the foot long I’m sporting and wince up at Harper. The last person I want to see is my sister. “We need to get ridofher.”
“No.” Harper is already halfway into my old T-shirt before she yanks a pair of sweats from the suitcase next to her. “She’s got donuts for God’s sake! Besides, she’s your sister. She’s not giving up any time soon. Plus, I swear she said she had a key.” She scowls at the door as she heads in that direction and I make a beeline for the bedroom. I hit the shower and slick off to Harper’s beautiful face before tossing on a pair of sweats myself and heading back out to thelivingroom.
Trixie and Harper sit discussing something amongst themselves, each with a glazed donutinhand.
“How was practice?” Trix looks up, completely nonchalant as if nothing wereamiss.
Harper nods. “She asked where you wereearlier.”
“Oh, right. Practice was tough as shit.” I wipe off the water beading from my hair on my forehead. “So, what’s with thedonuts?”
Trix leans in, examining me with those eyes. She’s reading me. She already knows. “Scarlett and Rex dropped them off. They had like twenty in the back seat. They’re headed to Mirror Lake for a few days—said it was theiranniversary.”
“Cool.” I dip into the all glazed box of donuts opened on the coffee table and pluck one out. “My stepsister and brother have a thing fordonuts.”
Harper gives a low guttural laugh and it’s sexy as all hell. “Sort of like our thing for pie.” Her eyes grow wide as she freezes mid-bite. “I mean”—she glances to Trixie with a face full of guilt—“um, Ilikepie.”
“Relax.” Trix swats her on the knee. “I’m keeping up. I saw the pics. I follow you both on like six different places.” She takes a bite while examining me with a far more scrutinizing stare than the one she had a moment before. Great. Not only does she know, but she’s fucking pissed. “In fact, I think the two of you should pick up your game.” She takes an angry bite out of that sickly-sweet confection in her hand. “Have you considered matchingtattoos?”
I groan and push the coffee table out with my foot. “Here we go.” She’s pissed and she’s about to have a little fun with usfirst.
“No, I’m serious.” Her eyes do thatI’m so innocentthing when we both know she’s not. “How about the two of you go to one of those drive-through wedding chapels and gethitched?”
Harper shoots a glance my way as if assessing whether or not it’s safe to take hernextbite.
“Oh, I know! Why don’t you knock her up, Knox? That will really take your level of commitment up a notch.” Her voice rises with anger. “And what’s with the suitcase in the corner?” she growls at Harper, and suddenly I’m fearing the fact she’s within strikingdistance.
