As they chased out the door, I heard Molly ask, “Why are we going after Reed?”
Watching them go, I spun away and set off for the kitchen through the dining room. Hopefully, they’d catch him before he wrapped his Jeep around a fucking tree.
When I got to the kitchen, chaos was too kind a description.
“What the fuck, baby girl?” I called out, waving my hands in the air to disperse the smoke that cloyed my lungs as soon as I entered the room. Harper had the back door open and was using it to waft the air.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she coughed.
Making my way to the oven, I checked that all the dials were turned off and then took in the nightmare. Ma was going to flip her lid.
The kitchen units were cluttered with shit. There were stacked plates that looked like they’d already been used, dirty pans, and food spattered on theceiling.
“How in hell didthatget up there?” I asked as I moved over to open the windows.
Harper’s face was flushed from the heat of the room. To say she was flustered would be an understatement.
“OK. So funny story,” she rasped, sounding out of breath.
I joined her by the door and took it out of her hands, setting her to the side. “Maybe save it until we can both breathe again.”
We spent the next twenty minutes tidying up the mess. The girls had been trying to cook a chilli and had forgotten about the garlic bread they had in the oven, hence that burning smell.
Once I’d helped to right the wrong and bring things back under control, I helped to finish off the chilli and filled two plates.
We ate in the dining room, leaving the pot on low, so the boys and Molly could eat when they came back.
We spoke about Storm and Reed as we ate, and my looming visit with my father. Once we were done, we took our plates back into the kitchen. I stirred the chilli and put the lid back on.
“So, what’s for dessert?” I said, ogling Harper’s ass as she bent over to place a clean pan under the counter. She was wearing black leggings and a baggy hoodie, which lifted as she rummaged around, showing me her pert Lycra-encased backside.
She turned and caught me staring, her smile lighting up her entire face.
“I don’t know,” she said, straightening and sauntering towards me with a sultry look. “What is for dessertNixy?”
I knew she was toying with me, the little vixen. Throwing the name Courtney used to call me back in the day.
“Hmm?” Harper taunted as she stood before me and raised her chin, her eyes scanning my face.
“You’re wearing it.”
And my girl threw herself into my arms like a woman starved of affection. Our mouths crashed together as she pushed onto her tiptoes and yanked my already descending head down. And fuck me, blood flooded my cock, and I was instantly rock hard against her stomach. Harper’s fingers scratched into my skull as she fed from my mouth, and I drove my tongue between her parted lips. Sliding my hands around her ass cheeks, I lifted her off the floor, grinding my hard-on against her stomach, walking us backwards.
We made our way to her room as it was the closest, clawing at each other’s clothes, frantic for skin on skin.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained against her mouth as I kicked her bedroom door closed.
“So are you,” Harper panted, her fingers grabbing the bottom of my tee and yanking it up and off my head.
I had her backed against the bed as I lifted my head and glanced at the cleavage revealed by the slouched hoodie she wore, my hands flying to my jeans.
“Get on the bed,” I barked, my voice full of authority. From the way her eyes glowed, I could tell she liked being bossed about in the bedroom. Good job, me being a bossy fucker.
Yanking my jeans and boxer briefs down in one fast motion, my dick sprang free, drawing Harper’s eyes immediately as she removed her top. Her tits looked gorgeous in the red see-through bra she wore.
“Red?” I questioned as I stepped out of my pants.
“Why not?” Harper replied as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Crawling up her body onto the bed, I grabbed the front of those fuckers and tugged them down her thighs, whipping them off and slinging them onto the floor.
