Page 30 of Freefall

“And you seem like an ass—” her words fall away, her breath hitching as I thrust all the way into her. “Holy fuck.”

I thought fucking Harper would change things, and I was right. The second I bottom out, I know. I think I might have fallen in love with her that day at the diner, but now? Feeling her soft moans vibrating against my neck with every snap of my hips? Now there’s no going back.

Harper Daniels is mine in every sense of the word.

And because I’ve come to this conclusion, it’s only fair that I share the revelation with her.

“You’re mine now, Harper. You know that, right?”

Her heavy lids flutter, but she doesn’t say anything.

I’m not sure if her silence is because of the weight of my words or because she’s too caught up in the moment, but either way, it won’t do.

“Harper,” I try again. “Open your eyes and say it.”

As if I pressed Enter on a keyboard, her eyes fly open, dark evergreen with liquid golden flecks like sunshine. “I’m yours.”

The instant the words leave her kiss-swollen lips, I feel the familiar tingle building.

“Good. Then I need you to come for me, baby. I’m not going to last much longer.” She doesn’t say anything, so without thinking, I lean in and sink my teeth hard into her collarbone as my orgasm builds.

She sucks in a breath, and I freeze, sitting up to look at what I’ve done.

Red indentations, spit-slicked and angry, sit at the base of her neck. Tiny beads of blood well where my teeth broke the skin, one drop sliding down her chest.

Look what you did.

No.

No no no no no.

“Shit, baby. I’m⁠—”

“Do it again,” she breathes.

I’m momentarily stunned. It’s like I’ve been studying a map of what intimacy is supposed to look like for the last eight years, and with three words she redrew all the boundaries. When I don’t do anything, she wriggles beneath me. “Nate. Do it again. Harder.”

So I do.

Slowly, carefully, I lower myself, thrusting into her as I find the same spot and bite her again—hard. At the same time, I circle my thumb against her clit, and she moans, her tight, wet heat gripping me even tighter as her legs begin to shake.

“Nathan,” she calls out.

I fuck her through her orgasm as her nails slide down my back, and then I’m right there with her.

Euphoria licks up my spine, my cock swelling as…

“Fuck.”

Hot jets of cum splash into the sink as I slam my palm against the wall, pumping into my fist one last time.

It’s not until I’ve tucked myself back in, bracketing my hands on the sides of the sink, watching the evidence of what I just did slide toward the drain that shame coats the back of my neck. I turn on the water to wash it away, but when I look up, the man in the mirror is staring back at me. Taunting me.

There are dozens of willing submissives beyond that wall waiting to be tied up and fucked within an inch of their lives, and you jacked it in the bathroom to the memory of your ex?

Fucking pathetic.

That last part isn't the man in the mirror.