27. Tyler
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
TYLER
She’s coming on my tongue and fingers. Her hands are scrunched tight through my hair, pulling me closer. She wants this. She wants me . The way she moans my name over and over, begging me not to stop, is a sound that will be forever etched into my mind.
My Harper. My delicate, innocent Harper.
She’s none of those things. There’s a whole new girl beneath my hands, and fuck if I’m not dying to uncover every piece of her.
I’m so angry with Harper, yet so fucking turned on that it’s taking all my efforts to not come in my pants.
As soon as her orgasm fades, she tugs me up by my collar and pulls my lips to hers. I kiss her hard, living for the way she clings to me. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in tight.
In the back of my mind, it registers that her father is still rattling at the door, trying to get in.
“Hurry it up,” Felix urges, still holding Harper in his lap. “Unless you want us to be caught. Get her dressed.”
I grab Harper’s bra and panties and stuff them into my pocket, knowing there’s not enough time to put them on her.
As I pull the dress over her head, I can barely believe this moment is real.
Harper is limp in Felix’s arms from the orgasm I gave her.
Her smile is dazed. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I did this to her. She’s smiling like this at me .
Harper won’t take her eyes off me. It’s like she’s seeing me for the first time too and I’m some god she worships.
I try to thread her arms through the dress, but she’s so limp it’s a struggle. It’s the same as trying to take care of a drunk person.
I kiss her lips, laughing. “Can you at least try to let me dress you. Can you not even try to act normal?”
She laughs with me. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one to blame.”
It’s a challenge, but I manage to pull the dress down her body. “What the fuck are we going to do with her?” I ask Felix. “There are dozens of people in this apartment. We can’t let anyone see her like this.”
Felix looks at the door, right as Paul says he’s found the office key. “Pretend to be asleep.” Felix scoops Harper up and rests her on a couch in the corner of the office.
My brother and I straighten up our suits and fix our hair just in time before Paul opens the door.
Thomas steps inside first, sighing with relief when he finds us. “Oh, thank goodness. You three are in here.”
“Why was the door locked?” Paul asks.
“Harper was upset,” Felix says. He’s a talented bullshitter and sounds convincing. “She didn’t want anyone to see her, so we took her in here to calm down. Poor thing. She’s exhausted and cried herself to sleep.”
Thomas frets, stepping up to Harper and stroking her hair. “Perhaps this art show has been too much for her. She’s very fragile at the moment. Thank you for taking care of Harper. I’ll stay with her. You three can return to the guests.”
“I’ll stay too,” Paul says, which grinds my gears.
I hated the guy before, but now that I’ve had Harper, I want to tear him to shreds for merely looking at her. This is more than jealousy. I don’t know what it is about the guy, but there’s something not right with him. I don’t trust him around Harper.
“Thank you, but perhaps it’s best I be alone with my daughter.”
Felix and I follow Paul out of the office, back to the crowded living room.
Paul leaves us without a word. The two of us stand on the outskirts of the room, trying to blend in and act normal.
Though, now that we’re away from Harper and have a moment to collect ourselves, the reality of what happened between the three of us in that office sinks in.
It was a moment acted out of frustration. Harper has held out on me for years but so willingly gave herself to Felix. Suddenly, I was kissing her. Stripping her clothes off. Eating her out in front of Felix.
He was giving instructions. He was holding her and giving her pleasure too. I’ve had twisted fantasies about this. Never did I think it would become a reality. I’ve done some messed up things in front of Felix before, but never with him.
For years, I’ve been trying to suppress this side of myself.
I’ve tried leaning into the parts of me that I thought Harper would accept.
But as soon as I walked into that office and saw Harper having an orgasm on Felix’s lap, I lost control.
When I heard that she wanted both of us, the flood gates opened and released every fucked up, depraved part of me I’ve been hiding .
If she’d asked me to fuck her right there in front of Felix, I would have done it. If she wanted the three of us to fuck, I would have had no hesitation. No shame. I would have enjoyed sharing her with Felix, the two of us coming inside her, making her ours.
Jesus fuck, I’m sick. I don’t care. This sickness has been unleashed and I don’t want to stop it. It feels too good. All this time, I thought Harper would hate this part of me, but she likes it. She wants me like this.
I look at my brother for the first time since exiting the office. His focus is on the guests.
Sensing my eyes on him, he keeps his gaze forward and his voice low. “What happened in that office was?—”
“Intense?”
“That’s one way to describe it. I can’t make eye contact with you ever again.” He laughs beneath his breath and walks away, heading for Killian and Dan on the balcony.
Does that mean he liked it? I’ve known Felix to be experimental, but maybe this is pushing it too far.
It was too far. None of this is normal. But I don’t care. I know that as soon as I return to the privacy of my bedroom, I’ll pull my cock out and jerk off over what the three of us just did.
I’ve barely seen Harper over the last two days. Neither has Felix. She’s been over at her friend Cindy’s place during every spare second. At night, when she returns home, she spends time with her father. She falls asleep in his room.
The few times we have interacted, it’s been shy smiles and rosy cheeks from Harper. She’s embarrassed about what we did at her mother’s private art show. I can’t blame her. Felix and I have barely spoken either. None of us know what to make of that day.
All I know is I am fucking feral for the unleashed side of Harper and haven’t stopped beating my dick to the memory of her coming on my tongue. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how she wants the three of us to be together. The three of us to fuck.
I’m constantly hard just from thinking about it. Who is this girl and how have I been so blind to this side of her? No wonder she’s embarrassed.
It’s midday when I cross paths with Felix in the living room. We’re the only two at the Winslow penthouse.
We make eye contact. It’s weird, like he joked.
I try to tell myself this thing we share with Harper is all about her. There’s nothing between me and Felix. That’s fucking disgusting. And yet…
I would have loathed any other man touching Harper.
Right when I’m about to enter the kitchen, Felix calls out to me. “Bro, how long will this go on for?”
My shoulders tense. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what.” Felix sits on the couch and spreads his arms over the backrest. The look in his eyes is deeply entertained. In one hand, he starts tossing his poker chip.
“I wasn’t thinking straight. You were kissing my—” I groan and sit on the couch opposite him. “You were kissing Harper.”
“I was kissing your girl? Is that what you were about to say? Because you’re right, she is yours. But she’s mine too and you’ve always known it.”
“That’s not the point,” I shout. My frustration has taken a back seat these last few days while I faced these forbidden urges within me. But now, the anger is gushing out. “You should have told me you’re with Harper. You know how I feel about her.”
“I fucked up. I’m sorry.” He speaks the words genuinely, catching the poker chip and holding it still.
“I wanted to tell you about us. Harper wasn’t ready.
She’s learning about what she wants and it’s taking a lot of encouragement for her to not be ashamed.
I’m not stealing her away from you. I would never do that.
She hasn’t chosen me over you. She wants us both. ”
I pull my Zippo lighter from my pocket, flicking the lid open and shut as I take a moment to sit with my thoughts. The sharp clink of metal is a familiar rhythm that helps me think.
Felix is straight up apologizing. There’s no humor in his voice. No smirk on his lips. That’s one thing I’ve always appreciated about him. He owns his mistakes and is loyal. Despite this secret, I know Felix never intended to hurt me.
“We mean different things to Harper,” he continues. “She’s held out on you because you’re too important to her. I’m the one who hurt Harper and left her. The stakes weren’t the same. She has more to lose with you.”
“I get it. What you’re saying makes sense.”
He eyes me with suspicion. “Bro, I was expecting to work a lot harder for your forgiveness. Why aren’t you more pissed off with me? You want to marry this girl.”
“Because…” I groan and lean back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, not letting the truth come out.
“You sick fuck,” Felix laughs. “You’re into it, aren’t you? The three of us. I knew you would be. Harper fucking loved what happened in that office too, even though she’s hiding now. I’ve never seen her come that hard. For Harper, you are delayed gratification at its best.”
If that’s true… Fuck . I groan again and sit up, readjusting my pants to hide the hard-on.
“Of course I’m into the three of us,” I answer, frustrated again but for different reasons, having always resented that he left our trio.
“Our childhood with Harper was good. You know it was. But you had to ruin everything by leaving us. Yes, I wanted to marry her when it was just the two of us. But this … what the three of us are doing now, it’s always been my preference.
I’ve just never known how to voice it. Tell me you’re not wasting Harper’s time.
You don’t do girlfriends. You barely fuck a girl twice.
She’ll be broken if you leave her again. ”
The look in Felix’s eyes shifts from being smug to dead serious. “Harper is different. I’m never leaving her. We’ll make this work with Harper.”
I sigh with relief and continue flicking my Zippo cap. “Will Harper go for this? She’s embarrassed and hasn’t spoken to us for two days. She’s grieving. Perhaps sex is a distraction from Clara’s death. Thomas would never allow?—”
“I’m sure we can all keep a secret. Harper is embarrassed because the situation between the three of us is strange. She wants it, though. She admitted it to me before Clara’s passing. She’ll move beyond embarrassment.”
I rub the back of my neck, finding this whole situation surreal. I’ve wanted this for years but never thought it would be possible.
“I do have one rule, though,” Felix says, tossing his poker chip again.
“I’ve always lived by the motto that I’ll try anything once.
But that moment in the office with you and Harper taught me I’m not as wild as I thought I was.
I need to have boundaries regarding the three of us.
No dicks are to come out during group activities.
All the pleasure needs to be directed at Harper.
Understand? Otherwise, it’s a little too intimate for me.
I love you, bro. But not that much. When you’re alone with Harper, that’s when you fuck her however you want. ”
His limits have me genuinely confused. My focus was on Harper when the three of us were in that office, but I know Felix enjoyed it. He was encouraging every moment of it, especially when she tried to jerk him off by grinding her ass.
“You’ve had a threesome with Theo. What’s the difference?” I ask.
Felix rolls his eyes then throws his poker chip, aiming for my head. “The difference is Theo is my friend, not my brother, you fucking degenerate.”
I duck just in time, laughing. “No dicks out in front of each other. Message received.”
It’s a shame, but I can live with the rules.