Chapter Five
Jake
Jake:Hey, this is me, texting so that you have my number. By the way, nice job on how you entered your info in my contacts. I kept scrolling through searching for Harper. Took me three times before I saw Fuck Friend and realized that had to be you.
Harper:Ha! I wondered if you’d figure it out. Call it the first test. ;)
Jake:There are tests? Didn’t I already pass with flying colors—multiple times?
Harper:You definitely made a decent showing, that’s for sure. So ... the restaurant closes early on Sundays. I should be home by 8.
Jake:Should that mean something to me?
Harper:Nah ... not unless you want to peek in my window and watch me get myself off. I just got new batteries for my vibrator and I’m sure I’ll give it a good session tonight. You could come play, too, if you want. But only if you want.
Jake:I’ll be sitting on your doorstep when you get home.
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Jake:Are you around tonight? Wasn’t sure if you were working late or what. FYI, I’m calling for your bootie.
Harper:I think that goes without saying, buddy. Working but get off at 11 if that’s not too late for you.
Jake:Not too late for me. Btw, you might finish work at 11, but I’m the one who says when you get off.
Jake:Rimshot
Jake:Hello?? Harper? That was a joke.
Harper:Sorry, things got busy. Ha ha ha, yeah, I got it. Funny. If I’m back home by 1130, I better be getting off before midnight.
Jake:That’ll be for the first time. Want to know what I plan to do to you tonight?
Harper:I don’t know. Do I?
Jake:First, I’m going to tie your hands to the posts of your incredible bed, and then I’m going to lie down between your legs and use my tongue on your sweet pussy until you beg me for mercy. Then I’m going to untie you, bend you face down on the mattress and fuck you from behind while I pull your hair. If you’re not screaming so loud the neighbors complain, I haven’t done my job right.
Harper:I might be able to leave work early.
Jake:Text me when you’re on your way home. Meet you there.
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“Harper, can I ask you something?” I was pulling on my pants, as she lay unmoving on the bed behind me.
“You just made me come so hard, I think I saw the sun explode. You can ask me for anything right now.”
I grinned. It was always good to hear I’d satisfied her as much as she rocked my world. “At the risk of being thrown out again ... but now that we know each other a little better ... you don’t really think that you’re less talented than your brother and sister, do you?”
She rolled over, and I saw the flash of hurt on her face. But she didn’t yell, and she didn’t get mad.
“I know that I’m excellent in my field. I know that I was meant to be a chef, and I don’t have any doubts about being where I am.” She paused. “But I’m also smart enough and aware enough to know that my parents see it differently. They see Jordan and Lila’s work as permanent and lasting. Mine is fleeting and temporary. Plus, they think I’m destined to be the help at their friends’ parties, even though I’ve never worked catering a day in my life.”
“That sucks.” I leaned against the bed and stroked her hair, winding a strand around my finger. “But what they say and think isn’t valid or true. I think you’re fucking amazing, and so talented ... you’re a star, sugar. Don’t let them take that away from you.”
She stared up at me, blinking. “Thank you.”
I dropped a quick kiss on her nose. “No thanks necessary for the truth. And this is not at all related to what I just said. But do you know how to make chocolate syrup? Like the real kind, from scratch?”
