Chapter 12
Harper
Taylor is away for a game right now and I’m relegated to the memories of him in my bed - and on my couch, in my shower, on the kitchen counter - while I make do with the rubber version. I have my own shit to do, too; plan events and deal with my friends asking me if this is really happening.
Trust me, I sometimes can’t believe it either.
Another thing I can’t believe: I’m actually in better shape now that I’ve been working out regularly with him.
That and all the sex. He’s going to be an amazing trainer for other clients too.
He’s been motivating me and kicking my ass into gear all at the same time.
When he’s gone, I have trouble making it to the gym without him.
I meet up with Jaelynn and some other friends for brunch on Sunday while he’s away. They bring up the topic of me getting into something new too fast. Again. I can tell that Jaelynn has been in their ears about what happened at the club.
“He’s seriously your boyfriend?” Allie can’t believe it either.
“Yes, Allie. He’s seriously my boyfriend.”
She leans back and sighs, still in disbelief.
Jaelynn speaks up next. “He’s away right now, though, right?”
“Yeah.” I wave my hand at her, knowing there’s more.
“So you’re not worried he’s out at some strip club with his guys?”
“No! Oh my god, Jaelynn, it’s like you want this to fail.”
“No,” she says, “I don’t. I swear, I’m just worried about you. It’s barely been a few weeks and you’re calling him your boyfriend, and looking at him with those big, goofy googly eyes.”
“Big, goofy googly eyes?” I roll my eyes at her.
“You know what I mean.”
“Look, it’s not like he was a stranger before all of this. I’ve known him for years through Jordan. She trusts him, and that alone makes me trust him. We’ve been friends and it’s like this has been building up, to be honest.”
“Oh, right,” Jaelynn is quiet, “I forgot you were friends before.”
“Exactly, and I know he’s not a cheater. I know him, I promise you that.”
“We’re just looking out for you, Harper,” Allie says.
“I know.” I look at both of them in turn. “But I’m fine, okay? We’re fine. Can we eat brunch now?”
They both laugh.
When I get home, I’m missing Taylor more than ever.
He’s not going to be back until Tuesday, and I want him after all that talk from my friends.
I know they mean well but at the same time I wish they wouldn’t have tried to put that in my ear.
Now I want to be in his arms, to have him kissing me, to have him inside me.
I do have the next best thing, though. Well, at least as best as I can get while he’s gone.
I get the rubber Taylor out of my drawer and put on one of the shirts he’s left behind.
It smells like him. I bring a wooden kitchen chair close to the couch, his favorite spot, and attach rubber Taylor at just the right angle on the chair.
I lean over the couch and brush my hands up my torso to my breasts, imagining it’s the real Taylor coming up from behind me.
I hook my feet around the chair and push against the couch to anchor it and tease the tip of the toy at my folds.
I bend my knees and slide it inside me, backing into it.
When I straighten up and push it into me again, I sigh.
It’s not the same. I need the real Taylor.
It’s pretty late and I know the game is over and they won.
I watched him play, of course. He should be home, but what if I call him about this and he’s busy?
I take the chance anyway and video chat him.
Bold move, I know. I need to see his face.
He answers and sees me in his shirt and I can tell it has some effect on him.
“You’re wearing my shirt.” His voice is gruff.
“It smells like you, and I miss you.” No use beating around the bush.
“I’ll be home soon, Harps. And I promise you I’ll make up for every minute I’ve been gone.”
I bite my lip. “Maybe you can make it up to me right now?”
“Oh? How can I do that?”
“See, I have this thing that I used to do before we got together.”
“Let me guess, it involves something with batteries?”
“Don’t laugh!”
“I’m not laughing.” He’s completely serious. And his gruff voice is making me hotter.
“Let me just show you. But seriously, no laughing.”
I go out to the living room and show him my little setup. I can see he’s trying not to laugh and when I see it like this, I giggle myself.
“What were you trying to do?”
“You know your favorite spot over here and what you like to do?”
“Oooooh, I see. I don’t think that’s gonna work that way. We’ll have to work on your core more to make it happen.”
“I’ll remember that for our next training session.”
“For now, take that thing off the chair and get in bed.”
“Okay.”
I do as he says, and I hear him gasp when it comes closer to the screen.
“Harper, is there a number eighty-five on the bottom of that dildo?”
I blush and I can feel it going all the way to my ears.
“Yes.”
“You named it after me, didn’t you?”
“I did.” Shit.
“Harps, that’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
I let out a breath. Oh my god, he likes this. Oh, my god!
“Now, get into bed and take my namesake with you. Don’t you dare pull those covers up either.”
I get into bed and prop myself up on the pillows so I can hold the phone. I remember I have something that’ll help with this.
“Hold on, I need to get something else.”
I grab the gooseneck phone holder I’d recently picked up so I could clip it to the side of my bed while I’m reading on my phone app. I show it to Taylor on FaceTime.
“Clip it to the side farther down, by your legs. I want to see everything.”
I can tell where he’s going with this. I set it all up and then lay back and spread my legs. I’m not wearing any panties and it’s obvious I’m wet for him. I hear him undo his zipper.
“Now unbutton the shirt. I want to see those tits too.”
I do as he says, and I feel tingling all over my body as my hands brush my skin with each button. I know where he’s going with this, and I put both hands over my breasts. I’m already moaning as I rub my thumbs over my pebbled nipples.
“Pick up your toy, Harper.”
I use one hand to pick up his namesake and move the tip over my wet folds again, this time with him watching me.
“Keep going.”
I slip it inside me and push it in deep, my fingers still working one of my nipples. I pull it out and drive it in, faster and faster.
“Turn on the vibration.”
I set it on my favorite speed, high. It does this pulsing thing and has a stimulator for my clit that touches me as the toy goes deep into me.
“Slow it down, Harper. Let’s make this last.”
I do as he says, my back arching while I ride through my first orgasm, but I don’t stop there. I know he’s still going. I can hear him moving his hand on himself. I go slower and let the vibration do its thing, letting the stimulator work my clit.
I’m coming again and I know it’s dripping onto my sheets. He moans as my orgasm keeps going. I know he’s done but I’m not. I hear his voice; he’s almost growling out his response.
“It’s not the same as being inside you, Harper. I want to taste you, and I can’t do that through the phone.”
I moan as I ride through yet another orgasm, coming off the last one that seemed like it would never end. He keeps talking.
“Come for me, Harper. I want you to keep coming.”
I do exactly as he says. Listening to his voice as he tells me all the things he’s going to do to me when he sees me, and I know that I was right all along. I’m the only one he thinks about while he’s away.