“I want you to slide down and circle your clit for me, darlin’.”The soft moan had him leaking and he rubbed his thumb over his tip, needing the lubrication.
“It feels… good, uhm, Trent?Are you… are you stroking yourself too?”
He huffed out a breath as he pulled a little harder, all the way to his balls and back before tugging over the top of his crown.“Oh yeah, sweetheart.I’m fucking rock hard for you.Slide one of your fingers inside yourself and tell me how it feels.”
Jeez, it was like he’d never had sex before.He was going to shoot his load all over this eight-hundred-count Egyptian cotton in a matter of minutes.
Her gasp had him move a little faster.“God, Trent, I’m so wet.I wish you were here to…” Her breath was coming faster.“Trent, I’m…”
“Slide both fingers in for me, Harper.Imagine it’s me slamming in and out of you.I’m gonna come soon and I need you to come with me.Rub your clit just like I would if I was there, while you play with yourself and come for me.”
“Trent, I… oh my God…”
“I’m coming too, sweetheart… ah… fuck…” He came in warm spurts over his chest and the bed as he listened to her soft whimpering.
Neither of them said anything for a while.Trent used the towel to wipe himself clean and then dropped it to the floor by the side of the bed.He turned off the night light on the side table, plunging the room into darkness.
“Thank you, darlin’,” he whispered.
“I miss you, baby.”Her sleepy voice made him smile.What he wouldn’t give for her to be wrapped in his arms right now.Spooned up behind her, feeling her soft ass push up tight against him.
“Not half as much as I’m missing you.I lo—” The beep in his ear informed him his cell phone had died.
Probably for the best that he got cut off.He wanted to be able to remember the first time he told Harper he loved her.
Chapter Eighteen
Was it wrong that an expandable file folder could bring a person so much happiness?Taking a brand new red gel pen out of the pack on the coffee table—because let’s face it, what teacher didn’t use a red pen?—Harper picked up the folder tabs and wrote their names: Joanie, Milo, Anton.
After attaching the tabs, she inserted the carefully crafted lesson plans and the learning objectives of her three students into their respective pockets.She was teaching again, and it was the most glorious feeling in the world.She looked at the remaining nine slots in the folder and wondered what she would have to do to fill them all.
Harper opened her laptop and viewed the first of three messages.José had sent her the schedule for the coming week, and she added the times to her calendar.The next was from Trent.A short message,Thinking of you,and a link to an article from his favorite tattooing industry magazine titled “Reasons We Love Girls with Ink.”She grinned as she read it.The final one was from the Miami-Dade library promoting a Children’s Literature Festival that sounded like fun.She made a note of the date.
Harper lifted her cup of tea and leaned back against the sofa.The ways in which her life was changing were endless.Self-defense lessons, teaching, falling in love.Heck, even phone sex.She touched her cheek with the back of her hand and grimaced at the heat of her embarrassment.
Not being able to teach had been one of the worst parts of fleeing, but the seed of an idea was growing: She might be able to tutor privately without having to disclose everything about her past.
There was a strong, thoughtful man in her life and a fun group of friends developing.If there was no maniacal, cryptic, stalker ex in the picture, it would be perfect.
Later that afternoon, she wasn’t feeling quite so perfect as Frankie laid out how the session was going to go.
“It’s gonna feel a bit uncomfortable, I know.But I wouldn’t be training you properly if I didn’t push you.”
Harper looked out of Frankie’s office window at the two guys warming up in the ring closest to the office.The idea of them touching her made her stomach roil but Frankie was right.She needed to get used to people touching her.
“Okay, Frankie,” she said, squaring her shoulders.“Let’s do this.”
Frankie bounced out of his chair, way more excited about the next hour than she was.Harper followed Frankie to the door.He turned to look at her.“I have your back, kiddo, no matter what.You say stop, and it all stops.Okay?”
Harper chewed the inside of her lip and nodded.
“Jace.Leon.Want you to meet Harper, a friend of Trent’s.”Both guys smiled at her.
“Happy to help, Harper,” Leon said, and stepped forward to shake her hand.Every inch of his skin was covered in the most colorful tattoos, even his neck and the shaved side of his skull.
“You too, Leon, at least I think so.”
Jace laughed as he took her hand in a firm shake.“Go easy on us, Harper.Frankie tells us you got skills, girl.”Her hand looked tiny in his and he towered over her.Harper tried to ignore the realization that he could easily push her down and keep her there.
