28. Harper
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HARPER
“Honey, can I have a word?” Dad calls me into the kitchen when I return home after visiting Cindy for the day.
He’s sitting at the island counter with a newspaper and hot drink. I pull up a bench seat and join him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Of course. I wanted to let you know that we’ll be staying at the Blackwood beach house for the next few days, starting tomorrow. We need to collect all of your mother’s belongings she left up there. It will be a bit of a job, considering her art supplies.”
How depressing. I wish I could avoid the task all together, but it’s not something I want Dad to deal with alone. “Sure.”
“How was your day with Cindy?”
“It was fine.”
Our time together wasn’t eventful. I helped Cindy with the tedious task of sewing new pointe shoes and mending tutus.
It was nice being with a friend, even though ballet was a heavy topic of discussion.
At least the conversation was a distraction from Mom.
It was even a distraction from Felix and Tyler until Cindy started describing how she slept with one of the guys at ballet.
From that point on, I had constant flashbacks of sitting naked in Felix’s lap with Tyler’s mouth between my legs.
I wanted to tell Cindy about the experience but was afraid of her response. What I did with Felix and Tyler isn’t in line with the girl Cindy knows me as. I haven’t told her about all the previous things I’ve done with Felix.
She’s eighteen and is just starting to explore sex herself.
From the sound of it, she doesn’t appear to be into anything wild.
The guy she slept with was a virgin. It was missionary and they didn’t take their clothes off.
He came within a few pumps. She later had to get herself off.
Regardless, she seemed excited by the sex.
Cindy might not say it to my face, but she’d judge me for what I let Tyler and Felix do to me. Anyone would. I’m judging myself. I’ve barely spoken to the brothers since it happened two days ago because I know if I let myself be alone with them, we’ll end up doing it again.
I want to do it again so badly. My panties have been constantly wet. My clit is throbbing right now while I talk to my father. This is fucked up.
“I’m glad to see you’ve begun socializing,” Dad says. “Did being around Cindy give you any thoughts about returning to ballet?”
“No. I told you, I’m not dancing again. Nothing will change my mind.”
He nods, disappointed but not pushing the topic. “Have you thought about hanging out with Paul?”
I have to work hard to stop myself from groaning. “No. I don’t really like him. He’s clingy. ”
“Paul means well. He speaks fondly of you.”
“We don’t know each other. Why are you so set on the idea of us becoming friends? Sometimes you and Mom joked about me marrying him.”
Dad places a hand over mine, giving me a gentle pat.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t tell you this, but his parents expressed to me that Paul doesn’t have many friends.
They’re concerned about him, as all parents would be.
I mentioned you to my boss, hoping to help him out with his kid.
You’re such a lovely young girl, Harper.
You’re kind to everyone. There’s an upcoming promotion that I’ve been working hard to secure for a long time.
The position will be going to someone Samuel trusts.
Honey, it would mean so much to me if you got to know Paul better. ”
I sigh, feeling bad for Paul. My dad too. Along with my own grief over losing Mom, my heart has been broken for Dad becoming a widower. A promotion at work could be just what he needs right now. If I can help make it happen by hanging out with Paul a few times, I suppose it’s not such a big deal.
“Okay. I’ll make an effort to see Paul.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“But I’m not dating him.”
He smiles. “You might change your mind once you get to know him. He’s a great person.”
A deep and amused voice trickles into the kitchen behind me, clenching my stomach into a knot. “Who are we talking about?” Felix asks. “Harper’s going to start dating a boy?”
I spin around on my stool, finding both him and Tyler standing in the kitchen doorway, Tyler not so amused. He’s glaring at me over this Paul situation .
“We’re talking about Paul Ferguson,” Dad says.
Felix watches me. One corner of his lips slants up, secretly taunting me. “Oh, yes, Paul. Lovely boy. You’re into him?”
“You know I’m not.”
Dad folds his newspaper and stands from the stool. “I think they’d be perfect together.”
“So do I,” Felix agrees. “Bro, what do you think?”
“I think Harper is too much of a princess for Paul to handle.”
I suck in a sharp breath as soon as the word princess leaves Tyler’s mouth.
He doesn’t speak the label with affection as he always does.
It’s like we’re back in that office at my mother’s private art showing and the word princess has taken on a whole new meaning.
I can see it in the heat of Tyler’s eyes, he’s calling me a slut. His slut.
My cheeks are hot. I lick my lips, unable to break eye contact with Tyler, not knowing how to respond with my father right by my side.
All I know is I want Tyler to treat me the same way he did in that office and I don’t want to be the only one on the receiving end.
I want to know what he looks like without his clothes on.
I want to know how he fucks. What sounds he makes.
I want Felix right there with us.
My thighs clench together, creating a burst of pleasure in my most intimate parts. Tyler’s gaze lowers to my lap, noticing the shiver that spreads through me.
My God. We’re right in front of my father.
I stand abruptly from my seat before my thoughts can turn more vivid.
“Honey, are you okay?” Dad asks.
“Yes. I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. ”
“I’m off to bed too.” Dad tips the last of his drink down the sink and washes the cup. “Goodnight, you three.”
I’m the first to leave the kitchen, heading for the far side of our apartment to our indoor swimming pool, not the least bit tired. No one will think to find me here. I don’t make use of our pool a whole lot but it’s the perfect distraction to clear Tyler and Felix from my thoughts.
After stripping down to my underwear, I dive in, swimming lap after lap until my muscles are aching and my lungs burning. Even then, I keep exerting myself, needing to get sex off my mind.
When I reach the shallow end, darkness falls upon the room.
My feet find the bottom of the pool and I push my hair back from my face, catching my breath as I glance around.
Either Dad is performing his bedtime routine of shutting down our home and has turned the lights off from the central control panel. Or someone is in here with me.
“Hello?” I call out.
A moment later, lights switch on within the pool and the water takes on a neon pink glow. Visibility beyond the pool is weak. The room is still shrouded in darkness.
A rush of heat washes over me, tightening my lower belly when I spot Tyler and Felix leaning against the wall, watching me. The pink neon water casts a faint glow on their silhouettes.
Felix pulls his shirt over his head. My skin is buzzing at the sight of him undressing. “You liked it.” I don’t need to clarify what it is he claims I liked. From the husky tone of his voice, I know he means what the three of us did. “You don’t come that hard when it’s just with me.”
Next, he steps out of his shoes and pants, remaining only in his briefs.
The dark fabric is tented. Felix strokes a hand over his cock, groaning as he steps into the water, never taking his eyes off me.
His green gaze is fierce. Dangerous. Lord, help me, he is so beautiful.
I’m aching between my legs. My heart is pounding so hard, nervous and anticipating what Felix plans to do.
The pink water laps around his torso as he approaches. “You’ve been hiding from us because you know it’s going to happen again. You’re scared of how much you liked it the first time. You know you’ll like it even more the second time.”
I nod, unable to find my voice.
“Hear me carefully, Harper.” His words are slow and smooth yet spoken with authority.
He holds so much power without trying. Everything about him is hypnotic.
When Felix gets in these moods, there’s no hope for me.
I’ll do anything he says because I love the praise he rewards me with.
“Stop fixating on all the ways the three of us are wrong together. You belong to me and Tyler. You’re ours .
The same way we’re yours. You laid your claim on us when you were ten years old and cut our palms. I think about that day every time I look at my scar. I never want to forget it.”
“I think about that day all the time,” I whisper.
Felix is right in front of me now, submerged to his tattooed shoulders. He hooks a finger into my panties and draws me to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasp when his erection presses to the opening between my legs.
“Feel that? I’ve been hard for days, ever since watching you enjoy me and Tyler. I’ve been fucking my fist non-stop.”
A thrill travels through me when Felix pulls me firmer onto his dick, making me wish he would pull my panties to the side and slip it in .
“Tyler,” he calls out. “Don’t let me have all the fun.”
I look to the edge of the pool, finding Tyler unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze is feral upon me. I gulp, unsure what to expect. Desperate to find out.
Tyler strips down to his briefs and joins us in the pool. “I got distracted. Was enjoying the show.”
Felix passes me through the water to his brother. Tyler’s arms wrap around me, strong and warm, and I forget how to act normal. My breath catches and my heart flutters. His eyes meet mine, dark and full of hunger.