Nix’s expression darkened. “You do get that it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.”
A tremor ran through my body, “I know that,” I replied with a smile.
And then Phoenix gave me exactly what I was asking for,severaltimes that night.
PHOENIX
As I opened my eyes the following morning, my entire body was humming. I’d had the best sex of my life, and I was no greenhorn; I’d had my fair share of pussy ever since I’d turned fourteen. Butnothinglike her.
Shit, I’d only just woken up, and all I could think about was being balls deep inside my girl again. I wanted Harper’s taste on my mouth, her sweat on my chest as she writhed against my body.
Her moans as I had fucked her had echoed off the walls, and I had no doubt the others may have heard. Did I give a shit? That would be a big fat no. Our brothers would just have to get used to it. I decided against thinking about how Ma would react, not to the sex part, which of course would remain unsaid, but that we were in a relationship. Harper and I were perfect for each other, and the world would just have to agree with us.
I was already hard and hot for her again, but I knew I needed to let her recover. Harper had been so tight as I’d slid inside, almost strangling my cock. I knew I’d hurt her, but I had expected that. The girl was tiny compared to me, but it hadn’t taken long as she had been so wet. I had taken my time and been as gentle as possible, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate my size. No easy feat when I usually liked to fuck like an animal.
But not with my baby girl, not yet anyway. I remembered her whispers about wanting to try the rough stuff; it was so fucking adorable, and I was all up for that, once she was ready. Eventually, I aimed to corrupt Harper Radcliffe in every way possible; pretty much nothing would be off the table. Fuck! An image of her taking me in her mouth caused my dick to swell further. I’d need to deal with that before she woke up, as there was no way she’d be ready again for me so soon. The thin streak of blood on the first condom had told me that.
I turned onto my side to inspect her more closely. Harper was so quiet as she rested. I’d love to use my mouth to shape her entire body, and I couldn’t wait to taste the sweetness of her pussy again. Harper’s cheeks were slightly pink, and she looked so beautiful as she lay there. Satisfaction and primal possession swept through me as I watched my girl sleeping peacefully.
Mine.
Harper looked so small, vulnerable, and pale against the darkness of my comforter. Fuck, I sure hoped she wasn’t too sore. After checking the time on my cell, I placed it back on my nightstand and decided I had time to run her a bath. I’d even pour some of that girly bubble bath shit she liked in there.
I wasn’t lying when I said I had never been with a virgin before. The thought of deflowering a female had always been a major turn-off. I could be a selfish prick as a lover, and having to deal with the possibility of a teary aftermath had made me stay away from girls who carried that untouched vibe.
With Harper, it was different. I was a conceited ape, proud to have been her first, and if I had my way, I would be her last. There was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with her, probably always had been. First through friendship and now as my girlfriend and the other half of my soul. Christ, I used to dream that shit up, that idea of falling in love, because I never thought I was worthy of the reality. And now there it was, sleeping next to me like an angel.
It had been my original intention to ‘even keel’ my own life before I made my move. That burning desire to be there for Harper without any distractions had temporarily put me in a stall. But ever since she came back into my life, the girl had rewritten every rule I thought I understood. They say time waits for no one; well, neither does the heart, it seemed.
Harper was lying on her front with the sheet barely covering her naked ass, and my cock twitched at the thought of taking her there one day. Running my gaze up her spine, I admired the smoothness of her back and the freckles smattered across the skin there. Part of Harper’s red hair was spread across my pillow, and I gently pushed the rest to join it, tracing the burn scars on her shoulder with my fingertips. To think her own father did that to her and murdered her mom whilst she slept. How did you ever get closure from something like that? When you’re reminded of it every time you look in the mirror, staring at your reflection, knowing something isn’t right.
I’m here for you, baby.
I knew that the only way to help my girl was to encourage her to tell me everything; offload all her secrets. We still needed to talk, especially about what had happened after I’d left her at the Jacksons. Harper had alluded to something bad, probably to do with that prick Dalton. If he’d given her any more shit, apartfrom his usual lame attempt at bullying, I’d hunt him down and beat the crap out of him.
At the end of the day, relationships took work, and we both needed to level with each other, no more secrets. And then, I would do my best to eradicate Harper’s demons, bury those painful memories, and ensure we made beautiful new ones,together.
What about your demons?
Fury coiled in my gut as I thought about the man who I now knew was my father. Dominic Summers, the big shot of Newport. Now that the initial shock had worn off, I felt more focused on what I wanted and, more importantly, what Ididn’twant.
Sweeping a few stray hairs off Harper’s face, my gut clenched. I would deal with that sonofabitch in my own good time. I hadn’t wrapped my head around the half-sister part of that deal yet. For now, my relationship with Harper took precedence.
Contentment spread through my veins like a living force as I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Life was about to get so much better for both of us; I could feel it.
Pulling the covers up and over Harper’s body, I slid my feet to the floor and stood. Yes, I had unfinished business to deal with, but over the next few days, I would be what Harper needed me to be: available and a real boyfriend.
Number one of that plan: a nice, deep, hot bubble bath and then… breakfast. I did a mean breakfast burrito.
TWENTY-ONE
HARPER
I woke up that morning to the glorious, masculine sight of my boyfriend, Phoenix. As I turned onto my back, Nix was crouched by the bed with a smile on his face. His hands rested on his thighs, and his usual air of superiority surrounded him. The man was always so cocksure and master of all he surveyed, and it was so darn attractive to me. I devoured the sight of him.
“Stop, or you’ll make me blush,” he said in that deep voice I felt beneath my skin, and I yawned, stretching out my body. “How do you feel?”
“Good. More than good,” I replied happily. The chemistry between us felt even more insane than ever.
