“You. Please. Now.” My plea gets us moving in the right direction again. Home.
Chapter 11
Taylor
After all her teasing and watching her get hot and bothered on that motorcycle, she has no objection to me tearing off her clothes as soon as we get in the door at her apartment. I fuck her from behind, and over the couch, which is quickly becoming my favorite spot. Afterwards, when she turns around, she loves to pull me down with her so we tumble onto it. We keep kissing, my mouth roaming all over her.
I love tasting her after we’ve just had sex. All her juices are right there, and they start all over again when my tongue thrusts inside her. I can’t fucking get enough of eating her pussy. She doesn’t seem to mind. After I’ve licked every sweet drop out of her I can, we’re laying together and she says she has to get ready to go meet up with her friends.
We shower together, because she decides it’s about time I come with her. Though I do know a few of her friends already from the parties she plans, this would be the first time I show up with her as my girlfriend. Is she my girlfriend? We’ve never actually said, but I’m not with anyone else and I don’t think she is either.
I’m stuck wearing my same clothes, but I don’t mind. She’s in her finest club attire, a spangly black dress with a plunging neckline. I’ve seen her wear things like this before, but I’ve never seen her wearing them since she’s been mine. I love how she looks and, at the same time, I’m not sure how I feel about her being seen by others in this outfit.
None of that really matters. I can’t tell her not to wear something or to change her clothes. She’s not the kind of woman that would stand for it. I’ll have to suck it up and take out my frustrations later. There’s a lot I can show her behind closed doors that I won’t be able to in public. Maybe I’ll whisper all those things in her ear while we dance.
When we get to the club, her arm is on my elbow, but I want more of her touching me. I pull her in close and lead her to the dance floor before we meet up with her friends. Her smile while we move to the music is everything. At that moment, there’s no one else in the room, only us.
It only takes a couple songs for her friend group to come over to us and we all say happy “hello”s and hug. They’re huggers, I already knew that. We sit down with them, bottle service already at the table, and I pour her a drink. She takes it and leans in close to me.
“So, this is really a thing?” The woman sitting across from us looks between us. I think her name is Jaelynn?
“Yes, Jaelynn,” I was right, “this,” Harper points to me, then herself, “is most certainly a thing.”
I look at her. “I think it’s a little more than a ‘thing’.” I use air quotes.
Jaelynn lets a silent pause hang before she continues. “I’m just surprised because of that last asshole you dated.”
Harper blushes and turns her head to take a sip from her drink.
“Harps?”
Jaelynn answers for her. “This guy she dated, they broke up like three months ago. He was the last in a string of bad decisions if you ask me.”
“Jaelynn!” Harper is suddenly indignant.
“What? That’s what happened. We’re young, it’s normal to pick a few bad apples before you get a good one. But seriously, that guy and those other relationships?” She turns to me. “Cheater after cheater. So if that’s you too, do her a favor and let her go now.”
“Oh, my god, Jaelynn, what the actual fuck?”
I put my hand on hers. “Harper, look at me.”
She does and I continue, “You’re my one and only, okay? I know what I want and that’s you. Plain and simple. No one else.”
I kiss her, not afraid for anyone to see me. Jaelynn lets out an “aaawe” and I almost regret it. I realize at that moment that I want to possess her in every way I can. I don’t want to be in this club. I want to take her back to her place and put her over that couch again.
We leave and in the parking lot Harper stops me. She turns me to face her.
“Did you mean that, or were you just putting on a show for my friends?”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Every word, Harps. I meant every word.”
She smiles. “Let’s go back to my place. I feel like an omelet.”
Chapter 12
Harper
Taylor is away for a game right now and I’m relegated to the memories of him in my bed - and on my couch, in my shower, on the kitchen counter - while I make do with the rubber version. I have my own shit to do, too; plan events and deal with my friends asking me if this is really happening.
