“I just realized that there was a thousand and one ways to make us work, and I would do any one of them to keep you. What we have, Harper? It’s everything. And I’ll fight for it; I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my arms. Letting you go almost killed me before; I won’t survive it a second time.”
His words made me ache, so I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. I brought up my knees, so I was straddling him as opposed to lying on him. His fingers trailed along the back of my spine as we kissed, coming to rest around the back of my neck. He squeezed gently, deepening the kiss, making me buck against him. My core slid against his shaft, and I felt him hardening against my centre.
“Again?” I teased, internally purring with delight.
“Get used to it, Harper. I’ll never get my fill of you,” he promised, his words igniting the already present ache in me. Moving my hips forward, I took him into me, sinking down slowly. The cords in his neck strained, every muscle in his thighs tightening with pleasure.
Once I was fully seated, he looked up at me, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure at the top of my spine. I rode him, taking pleasure in his thickness and length, in the smell of him—masculine and feral, intoxicating and heady. I was lost in the sensation of his touch.
Cal let me ride him until I came, then he sat up and slipped out of me, lifting me and moving me so that I was on my knees, kneeling on the mattress beside him. He claimed my mouth, his index finger slipping between my folds to play with my clit.
Breaking the kiss, I let out a soft moan, enjoying the leisurely swirl of his fingers. Opening my eyelids, I examined him. Although no words were exchanged, I knew exactly what he wanted from the glint in his eyes.
I turned away from him, propping myself up on the mattress with my elbows, my ass in the air. Calum’s palms ran along my cheeks as he positioned himself behind me. He slapped my right cheek firmly before gently pushing my legs apart, spreading me to him.
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I watched as he took his cock in his hand and ran the tip along my entrance before plunging in. My fingers gripped the sheets, clinging to them. I buried my face in the crook of my arm to muffle the sounds escaping my lips as he drove me to the brink of another orgasm.
Calum
Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, rousing me from a deep, comfortable sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented at the feminine bedroom, and at the soft body in my arms.
I hadn’t let a woman spend the night in my bed in years—not since Harper. There was a certain amount of trust to be given when you shared a bed with someone, and she was the only woman I’d ever given that trust to.
But even if my mind was disoriented, my body was at ease. I would have blindly recognized the feel of her body against mine, and the familiar scent of her.
Harper’s back was tucked against my chest, her head resting on her pillow—strands of her hair tickled my nose, but I didn’t move. The house was quiet, the sun had yet to rise and for a moment, everything felt still and right.
Then my phone buzzed, moving against the wood surface of Harper’s end table. I carefully pulled my arm free and turned, reaching for it.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Oh, I didn’t wake you, did I?” My mother fretted. I sat up, swinging my legs over the mattress.
“No, I was awake. What’s up, Mom? Everything all right?”
“We haven’t seen you around in a couple of days, and I noticed your things were gone from your room…” She trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself. I shifted the phone to my other ear, pinning it there with my shoulder, and sat up in bed, the white sheets bunching around my waist. “Are you staying somewhere else?”
“Yeah. I think Dad needs the space.”I sure as fuck did.It was far easier to breathe without having to walk on eggshells around someone, and I was able to better focus on what I needed to do—the next steps.
“Oh. I understand.” She replied, sounding slightly disappointed, but accepting. “I heard from Gramps’ lawyer. The reading is this morning at nine-thirty. Can you make it?”
“Of course,” I assured her, glancing at Harper’s sleeping body, her hair spilling over her pillow, a silky thigh exposed, her lower leg tangling with the sheet.
“Could we do lunch?”
“Is the old man up for that?”
“I meant you, your sister, and me. Your father has to be at work as soon as we’re done with the lawyer.”
“All right. Text me the address, and I’ll see you later this morning.”
After saying goodbye, I disconnected the call and held my phone in my hand, peering back at Harper.
I’d kept her well up into the morning, and she was out cold. The sound of my voice didn’t stir her, nor did my movements as I carefully left her bed—stilling when she let out a contented sigh and rolled over, slumbering on.
Dressing quietly, I opened the door, and tip toed down the hall, descending the stairs light-footed—and came to a screeching halt when I realized Asher was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal and reading a comic book, already dressed for the day.
“Hi Dad,” he said between bites, glancing up at me as I walked into the living room.
