Not that I couldn’t have pulled out if I truly wanted to. My cum belongs in Harper. The moment was irresponsible. But I don’t care.
Part of me would feel so fucking smug if I got her pregnant. Not once have I thought about having kids, but fuuuck, I’m having some new feelings tonight.
This isn’t just about afuck youto Tyler.
My cock throbs. I want that girl pregnant with my child. I want Harper tethered to me for life. When the child arrives, I want to keep fucking Harper pregnant, over and over.
Jesus Christ. I can’t think of anything hotter thanHarper carrying my child and everyone knowingIfucked her and put a baby inside her.
Theo is close by, flirting with someone. My little sister, the bride to be, is chatting my ear off beside me at this standing table, but I don’t hear a word of it while I watch Harper. All that passes through my mind are flashbacks of how we clung to each other last night like no time had passed. How we were one, body and soul. How much I want to sink my dick into her again, every day for the rest of my life. Just her. No one else.
I stayed buried in Harper all last night. I fucked her again as she slept, my rhythm slow, careful to not wake her. I barely needed to move before I was filling her with load after load of cum, until my dick was completely drained.
When thoughts of how much I still love Harper entered my mind, of how I could really be with Harper again, I slipped out of the room, needing to clear my head.
This isn’t love.
This isnotlove.
I repeat the words to myself several times, trying to make them sink in.
What I have with Harper is a toxic addiction I swore I’d never fall back into.
“Baby sis, tell me why Harper and Tyler broke up.”
“It’s not my place to share.” Ally straightens the pink bow in her hair. “So, do you think Dan will prefer the pink lingerie or red?”
My gaze tears from Harper forthe first time in ten minutes, amused over Ally’s question. “You’re asking me for sex advice?”
“I guess.”
I laugh and glance back at Harper. “Believe me, the color of your lingerie is thelastthing Dan will be focusing on. Back to the important topic: Harper and Tyler’s breakup.”
“Can’t you just tell her you love her?”
“Idon’tlove her.”
“You haven’t taken your eyes off her this entire evening.”
“Obsession doesn’t equal love.”
She sighs, her voice soft. “They weren’t happy without you. Harper isn’t going back to Tyler unless she has you too.”
I chew on the ice in my drink, surprised by the answer. When the three of us were together, I thought we were all equals and there were no favorites. No end to our trio. But I misread our connection. Harper and Tyler meant everything to each other, enough to choose each other over me.
You and me, always—I suppose their saying is no longer true.
“Maybe you don’t love Harper.” Ally shrugs and blows a lock of blond hair from her face. “I’ve made mistakes in the past with Dan, but now we would go through hell and back to be with each other. What you and Harper shared must have been surface level.”
“Ally…” I side-eye her with a warning.
“I knowsheloves you. Maybe her love is unrequited.If that’s the case, I’ll tell her to stop wasting her time with you and move on to something better.”
“You play the annoying little sister well.”
“Awww. Love you too.” Ally smiles, giving me her best cutesy act, then turns on her heels and prances across the party to Dan.
She surprises him from behind, placing both hands over his eyes. He spins to her with a grin and a look of filth. I’m no lip reader, but as Dan pulls Ally in close and brushes his mouth to her ear, I swear he says:Let’s get out of here, sis.
