Chapter 21 #3
“Fuck!” Reed roared and dropped his controller as I won.
“I need a refill,” he explained, pushing to his feet and attacking the drinks cabinet.
I held a bottle of whiskey and was already a quarter of the way through it.
I knew I needed to be careful. I wanted a clear head for later when I fucked my girl again.
We managed to partake in occasional bursts of foreplay, but nothing major, as Ma was always home.
Harper had been clear that she wasn’t ready for Ma to know about us, saying some shit about her being worried she’d be sent away again.
I’d sell my kidneys before I’d ever let that happen.
We were both of a legal age to have sex, but I could understand that Ma wouldn’t like the thought of that going on in her house, especially as we both lived together.
I’d been toying with the idea of moving into the campus housing at college, giving Harper and me the chance to be a normal couple. I hated the sneaking about shit.
The guys were cool and had accepted that we now came as a pair, and everything was good. The only thing that wasn’t was the unfinished business between me and my biological father, a man who had attempted to reach out. There was also the Storm situation.
As if reading my thoughts, Reed slid back into his seat and chugged a shot of vodka directly from the bottle.
“You want to go steady on that. Haven’t you got that guy from the NFL coming to see you play tomorrow?”
He shrugged. “Who cares?”
“You care, you ungrateful motherfucker. You have a great opportunity, don’t fuck it up.
” Hudson said firmly, cradling a Bud Light against his chest. It turned out a talent scout had been watching Reed and had approached Coach Samuels.
Discussions had been held about future drafting, which should have been as exciting as fuck, but of course, Storm’s silence was messing with his head.
And then Hudson dropped his bomb. “She’s back, by the way.”
Reed’s ears pricked up. “What?”
“Storm. She’s home.”
Fuck. I didn’t take that news well, considering I had arranged to go and see Summers the following morning; another reason to not drink myself into a coma.
I knew the time had come. I’d go over there and hear him out. The whole Storm, sister-saga was something I hoped to put off until after I spoke with my dad.
“How do you know?”
“Molly just told me,” Hudson said as we both watched Reed place the bottle on the table in front of him.
“Shit,” he said, pushing to his feet and checking his jeans for his keys. Even though neither of us needed to question him, Hudson did.
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think?”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” I said, narrowing my eyes. The look he shot me was priceless. Stupid being my middle name.
“I’ll see you losers later.”
“What about dinner?” Hudson called.
“I’d rather eat my own dick than the shit your girlfriends are cooking. Sorry, no offense,” Reed replied with a meaty grin. It was the first sign of life in over a week.
As he left, Hudson and I exchanged a look. “How do you think that will go?”
“I have no clue. How about you?”
My brow scrunched as I shrugged and stated. “I have no clue either.”
“I don’t mean about that. What are you intending to do about Storm? She’s your half-sister.”
“I know, but I could hardly have a word when she’s been in Jacksonville forever. I suppose I’ll see her tomorrow.”
I’d already confided in Hudson that I had a meeting with dear old daddy the following morning.
“You want me to come with you tomorrow?”
Lowering the bottle, I placed it on the table next to Reed’s vodka, noticing the half-empty bottle.
Both Hudson and I realized at the same second and glanced at the door Reed had just left through.
“Shit,” I said, pushing to my feet as my brother did the same. “Has he gone? Did you hear the door?” We both raced out into the hallway. It was clear that Reed intended to drive over to Storms, which would be fine on a normal day. But not when he had just sunk half a bottle of vodka!
“What’s going on?” Molly said as she appeared from the dining room.
Hudson unhooked her coat and threw it over. Her pretty face was pulled in confusion as she caught it. “We need to stop Reed.”
“OK,” she began unsurely, shrugging into her coat. “What about dinner? I don’t think leaving Harper to it is a good thing. You’ll have no kitchen to come back to.”
I was tugging on my boots when Hudson rattled his keys and said, “Nix, stay here with Harper, we’ll go get Reed.”
“Ten four,” I said, taking his instruction. It’s not like I could drive either, and Hudson had only had beer. Saying that, I shouldn’t be on the road period, but that’s a story for another time. Hud was always the most sober of the Sawyers. His father had been an alcoholic fuck so go figure.
As they chased out the door, I heard Molly ask, “Why are we going after Reed?”
Watching them go, I spun away and set off for the kitchen through the dining room. Hopefully, they’d catch him before he wrapped his Jeep around a fucking tree.
When I got to the kitchen, chaos was too kind a description.
“What the fuck, baby girl?” I called out, waving my hands in the air to disperse the smoke that cloyed my lungs as soon as I entered the room. Harper had the back door open and was using it to waft the air.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she coughed.
Making my way to the oven, I checked that all the dials were turned off and then took in the nightmare. Ma was going to flip her lid.
The kitchen units were cluttered with shit. There were stacked plates that looked like they’d already been used, dirty pans, and food spattered on the ceiling.
“How in hell did that get up there?” I asked as I moved over to open the windows.
Harper’s face was flushed from the heat of the room. To say she was flustered would be an understatement.
“OK. So funny story,” she rasped, sounding out of breath.
I joined her by the door and took it out of her hands, setting her to the side. “Maybe save it until we can both breathe again.”
We spent the next twenty minutes tidying up the mess. The girls had been trying to cook a chilli and had forgotten about the garlic bread they had in the oven, hence that burning smell.
Once I’d helped to right the wrong and bring things back under control, I helped to finish off the chilli and filled two plates.
We ate in the dining room, leaving the pot on low, so the boys and Molly could eat when they came back.
We spoke about Storm and Reed as we ate, and my looming visit with my father. Once we were done, we took our plates back into the kitchen. I stirred the chilli and put the lid back on.
“So, what’s for dessert?” I said, ogling Harper’s ass as she bent over to place a clean pan under the counter. She was wearing black leggings and a baggy hoodie, which lifted as she rummaged around, showing me her pert Lycra-encased backside.
She turned and caught me staring, her smile lighting up her entire face.
“I don’t know,” she said, straightening and sauntering towards me with a sultry look. “What is for dessert Nixy?”
I knew she was toying with me, the little vixen. Throwing the name Courtney used to call me back in the day.
“Hmm?” Harper taunted as she stood before me and raised her chin, her eyes scanning my face.
“You’re wearing it.”
And my girl threw herself into my arms like a woman starved of affection.
Our mouths crashed together as she pushed onto her tiptoes and yanked my already descending head down.
And fuck me, blood flooded my cock, and I was instantly rock hard against her stomach.
Harper’s fingers scratched into my skull as she fed from my mouth, and I drove my tongue between her parted lips.
Sliding my hands around her ass cheeks, I lifted her off the floor, grinding my hard-on against her stomach, walking us backwards.
We made our way to her room as it was the closest, clawing at each other’s clothes, frantic for skin on skin.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained against her mouth as I kicked her bedroom door closed.
“So are you,” Harper panted, her fingers grabbing the bottom of my tee and yanking it up and off my head.
I had her backed against the bed as I lifted my head and glanced at the cleavage revealed by the slouched hoodie she wore, my hands flying to my jeans.
“Get on the bed,” I barked, my voice full of authority. From the way her eyes glowed, I could tell she liked being bossed about in the bedroom. Good job, me being a bossy fucker.
Yanking my jeans and boxer briefs down in one fast motion, my dick sprang free, drawing Harper’s eyes immediately as she removed her top. Her tits looked gorgeous in the red see-through bra she wore.
“Red?” I questioned as I stepped out of my pants.
“Why not?” Harper replied as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Crawling up her body onto the bed, I grabbed the front of those fuckers and tugged them down her thighs, whipping them off and slinging them onto the floor.
I took a moment to eat Harper up with my eyes, my gaze blazing over the skimpy red lacy thing she wore. “Are you trying to kill me?” I husked. My dick throbbed so hard it was almost painful, my balls desperate for release.
“Move further up the bed,” I said, my eyes hooded as I attempted to stop myself from blowing my load all over her stomach. I hadn’t even touched her yet, but I couldn’t focus.
Harper gave me a wicked smile as she did as she was told, firing my blood further.
She looked dazed as she glanced between our bodies, checking out my huge cock as it jutted up towards my stomach.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, leaning forward and threading a chunk of hair back from her face. “Are you still sore?” It had been a week, but it was right to ask.
“A little, you’re hardly average-sized down there.”
“Baby, there’s nothing about me that’s average-sized,” I chuckled with a smug grin.
“Phoenix?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I want you to take me without a condom. I’m protected. I’ve been on the pill for the last year. To regulate my periods.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled, my nostrils flaring. I’d never fucked anyone raw, and the thought of doing that with Harper nearly sent me over the edge.
“Are you sure? I’m clean. I’ve never fucked anyone without protection before.” I could see by the look on her face that the fact pleased her.
Harper smiled warmly and then nodded, and I made fast work of removing her bra, fearful she’d change her mind.
The catch was at the front, and so all it took was a flick of my fingers.
I then peeled her panties down her thighs.
They were soaked, and I knew she was ready for me without foreplay.
I drew her underwear to my face and inhaled. So, sweet.
“You ready, baby?”
She nodded, her face passion-infused, almost dazed as I moved over her and pushed her thighs wider with my knees.
“Open for me.” Again, she obeyed as I lined my cock up at her entrance, coating the tip in her juices and then pushing slowly inside. And then, I surged deep in one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” Harper cried, but there was no trace of pain in her tone.
“Yes, fuck,” I breathed against her face, my dick lodged deep inside her. The fact that no barrier sat between us felt divine, the sensation so much more intense.
Red-hot pleasure shot through me as I waited until her pussy stretched to accommodate my size, and then I moved. Fucking my girl raw.
Harper’s legs wrapped around my waist as I started to nail her, the alcohol in my blood acting like a secondary aphrodisiac.
My girl began to moan, and I watched as her eyes rolled back as I held myself steady, bracing myself with a hand on either side of her body.
Rocking back and forth, in and out of her tight hole, the friction of her muscles clamping me felt incredible.
Angling my body to penetrate her even deeper, I dropped my torso and crushed her lips with mine, swallowing her cries as the headboard started to hit the wall. Harper’s beautiful tits were crushed against the hard wall of my chest.
My pace increased as I started to drive her towards her release, every contraction of her pussy telling me how close she was getting. I stilled momentarily as I tasted salt on my mouth, lifting my head and opening my eyes to see tears in my girl's eyes.
“Am I hurting you?” I panted, my breath ragged.
“No,” she gasped. “It’s just so good. Please, don’t stop Phoenix.”
And being the gentleman, I wasn’t. I did as she begged, thrusting so hard into her body I was surprised the headboard didn’t shatter.
Harper moaned again, her fingers digging into my back, but I enjoyed the slight pain her nails were causing. As I fucked my girl good and hard, her back arched, lifting her sex off the bed to meet the invasion of my length.
My girl’s pants became sobs, and I became frenzied as her pussy started to spasm and she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her body.
The surge of possessiveness as she came on my cock made me move more frantically, almost clumsily, as a shudder shot through my lower body.
And I let go, surging off that ledge of pleasure just behind my girl, my balls tightening as my own climax thundered through me.
“Fuck baby, YES!” I roared as I pumped hot cum inside her, coating her insides with my seed.
I was breathing so hard, we both were, as I lowered my now boneless body over her, taking her lips in a kiss so sweet.
And that one, special word began to reverberate in my head.
Mine.