“Be right back,” I told her, tossing my towel onto my workbench. “I have to grab my keys and wallet, and then we can head out.”
I jogged inside, grabbed my shit, and went back out to the garage.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Harper was sitting on my workbench—shirtless. Just sitting there like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her sweater crumpled at her feet, the shadows of the garage dancing across her brown skin and the curve of her grin.
“Harper—what the hell are you thinking?” I asked, voice low and stunned. “Anyone could see you. The garage door’s wide open. And it’s not summer anymore, it’s cold out.” I threw a hand up and gestured at the open area because she seemed to have forgotten where she was. I couldn’t even be upset. Did my girl like the idea of getting caught? The thought had me instantly hard.
She laughed, slow and wicked. “Yeah,” she said, eyes glinting. “That’s kinda the point, loverboy.”
Then she stood, fingers playing at the button of her jeans.
That was it. I crossed the space in three strides and placed my keys and wallet into the top drawer of my toolbox as I passed it.
“Nope,” I muttered, scooping her up like she weighed nothing, throwing her over my shoulder.
She yelped and laughed, fists playfully hitting my back as I carried her inside.
“Cameron!”
“You want trouble, pinkie? I’ll give you trouble.”
I didn’t stop until we hit my room. Kicked the door shut behind us.
Her laughter turned to breathless quiet the second I tossed her down and looked at her. There was no doubt—I was completely, stupidly, hopelessly gone for her.
There was something in her eyes—teasing, bold, but also a little unsure. She was testing boundaries to see how far she could go before I lost the last of my patience.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “You’re just… really hot when you’re under a car.”
I raised a brow, breathing hard. “You think that’s gonna get you out of flashing the whole damn neighborhood?”
She moved up toward the headboard, still grinning, and with a slow movement, tugged off her tight jeans. She was just lying there—with only a thin scrap of pink lace covering her pussy, head tilted slightly. I wanted to tear that thong off, sit her on my face, and eat her like she was my last meal. I wanted to watch Harper take what she needed from me as she rode my cock. I wanted to watch her come undone over and over again.
My hands clenched at my sides. Every inch of me burned for her. All the patience I’d told myself I had with her started unraveling fast.
She didn’t even have to say anything else. The look she gave me was enough.
I was on her in seconds, mouth crashing to hers, all heat and hunger and months—years—of want catching up to me. I needed her every day for as long as she would have me. We rarely had time to fuck or fool around while Tucker was away, so I cherished the moments with just us. Although… I wouldn't have minded if he were here either.
She melted into me, and in that moment, there was no more teasing, no more waiting. Just her. Just us. Exactly where we both wanted to be.
“If this is your way of punishing me, I’m not going to learn my lesson.” She laughed against my lips.
“Oh, baby, we are just getting started.”
I kissed my way down to her brown, peaked nipple. I sucked the bud between my teeth, biting down slightly.
“Oh, fuck.” She moaned, arching towards my mouth. I bit down harder, then soothed the sting with my tongue. Harper moaned, rocking her hips towards me, searching for any type of friction.
I placed a hand on her hip, halting her movements. I looked up at her, swirling my tongue over her nipple. “Need something, Harper?”
She spoke through gritted teeth, “Nope.”
I continued sucking, pinching, and biting her chest, leaving more than a couple of marks until she was whimpering and begging.
“Fuck. I need more, Cam.”
