26. Harper
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
HARPER
Dozens of people are here in the Fergusons’ Fifth Avenue apartment, dressed in their finest black-tie attire, sipping champagne, and admiring Mom’s art collection while a pianist plays background music.
I do find it beautiful that so many of my mother’s friends, family, and colleagues appreciate her talent, but the number of people who have approached me to offer their condolences is too overwhelming.
The forced pleasantries are too much. The funeral was one week ago and I want to stop being reminded every five seconds that I’m without a mother.
Neither Felix nor Tyler have left me since we arrived here earlier in the afternoon. I’m appreciative of how in tune with me they are, redirecting conversation away from my mother and when people ask about ballet.
Unfortunately, Paul hasn’t left my side either.
“It’s a little loud in here,” he says to me. “Would you like to go somewhere less crowded to talk? Just us two?”
“Thank you but I’m rather emotional and would prefer to stay out here with everyone.”
“Of course. I understand. ”
I turn to Felix and Tyler, both handsome in their suits. “Where have Dan and Killian gotten to?”
They were standing with us before. Even their father was. It means a lot to me that all the Blackwoods have shown up today.
Felix nods to the balcony, across the far side of the living room. By the looks of it, Killian and Dan are chatting up some girls.
Tyler places a hand on my back and leans in. “I should check up on them to make sure they’re not doing anything inappropriate.”
“Wait.” I’m quick to grab his hand, unsettled by the thought of him stepping away. “Um…”
He looks down at me with concern. “You okay, Princess?”
Don’t leave me . I want to say those words.
I want to say so much more. Felix is with me and I know I’ll be fine, but I’m such an emotional wreck these days and have serious attachment issues.
Each night, I can’t fall asleep unless Tyler and Felix are hugging me.
They give me so much comfort. Yet it’s not enough. I want more from both of them.
I want the intimacy of sex.
Felix is right to say that we can’t have sex until I work out what I’m doing with Tyler. This secret between us is wrong. He says Tyler won’t shy away from my desires to have them both. He promises me I won’t ever lose Tyler.
Felix’s confidence doesn’t erase the fear within me, but I have to be honest with Tyler. If I’m not, the secrets I’m keeping will end up being the reason I lose him.
“Um…” My voice tremors as Tyler waits for me to speak, but no words will leave my lips.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he says quietly. “Do we need to leave? ”
“No. I need to tell you something once you’re done checking on Dan and Killian.” I weave our fingers, trying to show him how I feel.
His gaze softens and he squeezes my hand. “I won’t be long.”
I take a shaky breath, hot and panicked. I’m in over my head. This is an art showing for my deceased mother. It’s not an appropriate time or place to tell Tyler how I feel.
Paul speaks up as soon as Tyler leaves. “Felix, I don’t mind if you want to take a walk around the apartment to view the art or mingle. I’ll keep Harper company.”
“I’ve seen all the art. Besides, Harper is the only person I want to mingle with at this event.”
Paul smiles, though I can see from the tightness around his eyes that it’s not a genuine gesture. He doesn’t like Felix and Tyler.
“So, the three of you are pretty close?” Paul asks me.
“Yes,” Felix answers. His hand lowers from my back, resting on my ass.
A shiver runs through me at the intimate way he’s touching me in such a public space.
Thank God we’re standing on the outskirts of the room and no one can see his hand placement.
“Harper is like a little sister to me and Tyler. We’re very protective of her. ”
My core flutters, hearing the smug tone in Felix’s answer. I smile at him, the two of us having a private conversation with our eyes, reliving all the times he’s had my body.
“Before I forget,” Felix starts. “There’s something I need to discuss with Harper for a minute. Excuse us.”
“Ah, sure.” From the hesitation in Paul’s response, I know he’s not keen to let me go. “Harper, we’ll talk later.”
Felix removes his hand from my ass and places it on my back, guiding me away from the guests to a quiet section of the apartment where Mom’s art isn’t on display. He checks inside a room then moves onto the next one.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“A place where I can get you alone. You seem nervous and in need of some care.”
He peers inside the next room then pulls me into what must be Paul’s father’s office. It’s dark in here with the curtains drawn shut. The walls are lined in bookshelves. A couch sits in one corner of the room. In the middle is a large mahogany desk.
Felix leans against the desk and pulls me into his arms. My skin tingles as he kisses me. I love that Felix can sense how nervous I am, but I doubt anything will calm me down.
“I told Tyler we need to talk. We can’t stay here for long.”
His lips quirk with pleasant surprise. “ The talk?”
“Yes. Though I’m not sure I picked the right time. A memorial isn’t a great place to confess my feelings. Maybe I should wait.”
“Don’t wait. Don’t string this out any longer.
You owe it to Tyler to tell him the truth.
” Felix pulls me onto his lap. My breath hitches when he presses me against his hardness.
“Talk to him today. Tonight, when you’re in the privacy of your bedroom, you’re going to kiss him.
You’re going to let him undress you and taste your sweet pussy.
I’m getting turned on thinking of you getting licked out. ”
Felix pushes my dress up around my waist and slips his hand beneath my panties. I gasp as he thrusts into me.
“Soaking wet, as I expected,” he purrs. “It’s a shame you haven’t spoken to Tyler yet. I could have fucked you right here. ”
“We can find other ways to please each other.” I work fast to unbuckle Felix’s belt, freeing his cock.
He hisses when I wrap my hand around it. I’ve barely touched him before. Felix is thick and long and I can’t imagine how his size is supposed to fit inside me, especially when I can barely take his fingers. I want to know how big Tyler is. Tonight, I could find out.
I stroke Felix from base to tip as he continues to finger me.
I’m gasping, already out of breath. What we’re doing on some random man’s desk, in a semi-public setting, feels so wrong.
I don’t want to be caught, but the risk is exhilarating.
The thought of someone watching us like this intensifies the pleasure of Felix’s touch.
“Tonight, once Tyler finishes eating you out, you’ll let him jerk off all over your tits.”
The image of Tyler doing those things to me makes my muscles clench around Felix’s fingers. I moan, riding him. So close to an orgasm.
“Then you’ll let Tyler slide his cock into you and fill you with cum. Straight after, you’ll let me have my turn.”
“Yes,” I gasp as an orgasm claims me.
“That’s it. Show Tyler you’re his sweet little slut.”
The door suddenly opens. The two of us flinch, finding Tyler in the doorway, staring at us in shock.
No matter how fast I scramble off Felix, there’s no hiding the position we were in and that I was in the middle of an orgasm.
“What the fuck is this?” Tyler shouts, his shock morphing into anger.
“Tyler—” Before Felix can get another word out, Tyler leaves, slamming the door shut.
“Shit,” I whisper.
I’m a hot ball of shame, sick with dread.
The pleasure Felix filled me with is long gone.
Tears prick at my eyes and I’m shaking so hard I can barely breathe.
I’m so stupid. So selfish and undeserving of Tyler.
I was about to tell him everything but I ruined my chance and now I don’t see any way to fix this.
“It will be okay.” Felix zips himself up. “Let me talk to him.”
“No, I should.”
To my surprise, the door opens again. Tyler walks back in and locks the three of us inside.
“Tyler, let me explain,” I say.
From the look on his face, I think he’s about to yell at me. Instead, he storms up to me, grabs the nape of my neck, and crushes his lips to mine.
There’s anger in the kiss.
Of all the times I imagined kissing Tyler, I never thought it would be like this.
I thought it would be tender and romantic, but Tyler’s lips are harsh and punishing.
He bites. His hands are rough, grasping at my hips so tight that it hurts.
The kiss is so forceful that it pushes me back, right into Felix’s lap.
Yet he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world that his brother is with us.
I’m so shocked, I don’t know how to respond.
Instead of Felix jumping out from beneath me as I expect, his hands slip around my waist and his coaxing voice brushes against my ear, “Kiss him back, Harper.”
So I do. I kiss the guy who has always been my best friend yet resembles nothing of my best friend right now.
My tongue slips into Tyler’s mouth and my fingers knot through his hair. I need him to see how much I want him, love him, and that I haven’t chosen Felix over him. My legs lock around his waist, pulling him in so tight that his erection grinds against my clit, making the two of us groan .
“That’s it,” Felix praises. “Show him how much you need him.”
This is so fucked up, kissing one brother while sitting in the other’s lap. I’m sandwiched between their strong bodies, at their mercy. And yet, I don’t want any of this to stop. I belong here, right between them, and always have.