33. Felix
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
FELIX
Despite how desperate I am to hold Harper, I let Tyler carry her out of the maze, seeing as this is their moment.
Night has fallen and I use my phone’s flashlight to guide our way back through the hedges.
Harper insists on holding my hand, then falls asleep in Tyler’s arms with a smile, periodically waking up to mutter how perfect her first time was, having both of us there with her.
It was weird that I joined in. Weird that I was so fucking hard. I still am.
I should have given them privacy, but I’m too selfish and needed to see everything Tyler did to Harper and how much she enjoyed it. They’re so in love. I saw it in their movements, in the way they looked at each other and clung together.
“You say I’m the sick fuck.” Tyler laughs, stepping over a large root system growing across the path. We’ve been walking for several minutes and not once has he needed to place Harper down to catch his breath. “You’re just as sick as me. ”
I am. I was so close to giving Harper the two of us at once.
“You’re quiet. Are we good?” he asks.
“We’re good, bro. I’m shocked, to be honest. That was quite a display back there.”
Harper was so fucking feral. I’ll be forever jerking off to the memory of Harper moaning as she desperately rode Tyler while covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. She loved the way I watched and praised her. She let me instruct her.
I knew Harper was a freak. I never imagined it extended this far.
This girl is so fucking perfect for me in every way.
“Your turn next,” Tyler says, ducking beneath a branch. “My turn to watch.”
I glare at my brother.
“Joking. I know you’re not into that shit.”
His laugh is too loud and Harper stirs. My flashlight casts enough light on Harper’s face to see her heavy eyelids open and the lazy smile she gives Tyler. “I love you so much. Both of you.”
Tyler kisses her forehead. “I love you too.”
Harper clutches my hand. When I lift her fingers to my lips, she smiles at me and falls back asleep.
Tyler side-eyes me. “Why didn’t you say it back? I know you love her.”
“I don’t do I love yous . She knows how I feel.”
“What’s the issue with saying it?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
I rub a hand over my face, searching for a way to explain myself.
“Harper is it for me. She’s the only girl I’ll ever be with from this point forward.
But the words are too vulnerable. They’re not me.
My entire life, I’ve needed to be strong.
I’ve had to protect you and our brothers because people who should have loved us were a constant disappointment.
Dad…” I groan, thinking about all the ways our father has let us down.
“Don’t get me started on him. I know Harper will never disappoint me.
But I can devote myself to Harper without needing to say I love her. ”
“You’ve got issues. But I understand. Things have been rough for you as the oldest,” Tyler says as we turn a corner, finding a stream of moonlight filtering through the maze entrance. He nods down at Harper. “She’s a mess. Thomas can’t see her like this. Think we’ll be able to sneak her inside?”
“I’ll go inside first and distract him,” I say as we exit the maze, walking through the gardens for the house. “Get Harper upstairs and into the bath. Clean her up, then put her to bed. I’ll think of some excuse to tell Thomas why you two aren’t at dinner.”
I pick up my pace, arriving through the back of the house long before Tyler and Harper, intercepting Thomas in the kitchen. He’s never been much of a cook and has ordered take-out.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” he says, spooning rice from a cardboard carton into a bowl. “Are the others with you?”
“Tyler got Harper talking about ballet. Thought it was best to not disrupt the conversation. They’re still on the beach.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I feel bad for lying to Thomas, especially since he’s been so hospitable toward me these last few weeks.
But what’s the alternative, telling him Tyler took his daughter’s virginity and I watched?
The man would lose his mind. He’d lose his mind even if I omitted those details and told him Harper is my girlfriend.
Tyler’s too. He would forbid her from seeing us.
Thomas and I have been getting along recently, but given my past, I’m the last person he would want his daughter in a relationship with. Tyler presents himself as a role model young man, yet in Thomas’s eyes, even he isn’t good enough for Harper. No one is, except Paul Ferguson.
“I’ll save leftovers for Harper and Tyler.” Thomas takes a bite of food and smiles at me. “Well, then, it’s just you and me for dinner.”
I wink at him and grab a plate. “Romantic.”
The things I fucking do for my brother. He owes me.
Thomas and I spend the next hour talking about Clara over our meal.
He tells me about her exhibition and that it will be opening in one week.
I tell him how ridiculous I find school, but that I’ll be returning to classes, knowing it’s what Clara would have wanted for me.
It’s part of the truth, but I don’t share that Harper is the real driving force in the decision.
As soon as Thomas retires to his bedroom, I grab the leftover dishes and carry them upstairs to Tyler’s bedroom. Both he and Harper are asleep when I enter the room. There’s no more dirt and blood. They’re freshly washed, naked and hugging beneath the sheets.
I’m tempted to climb in there with them, but out of the three of us, I’m the only one who isn’t exhausted from sex. I’m painfully hard after watching how uninhibited Harper got in that maze and need to jerk off if I want a chance at falling asleep.
Leaving the food on the bedside table, I head for the adjoining bathroom and turn the shower on.
Steam fills the room as I strip out of my clothes and step beneath the downpour.
I rest one hand on the tiled wall while grabbing the base of my cock and stroke to thoughts of Harper, remembering the moans she made in the maze.
The way she looked at me while riding Tyler. Her face as she reached her orgasm.
A brush of cold air spreads across my back. I turn, finding Harper at the shower entrance, naked and watching my hand.
I stop immediately. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I’m rested. Thought you might need some care of your own.” Her lips press to mine, soft and inviting. I kiss her back, groaning as her peaked nipples brush my chest.
The moment she reaches for my cock, I clutch her wrist, pushing her hand away. “You need to rest.”
“You told me to ask for what I need. I need the connection with you that I just experienced with Tyler.”
She reaches for my dick again. Needing to prove a point, I’m firm with Harper and pin her wrists to the shower wall above her head. Her breasts are glistening with water and rise up and down from rapid breaths.
Her lips curl. My harshness excites her. Seeing Harper like this is the absolute last thing my aching cock needs.
“Go back to bed,” I warn.
“No.” Harper wraps a leg around my waist, opening herself to me. Her hips tilt in search for the tip of my cock. “We’ll be so good together. Don’t you think?”
“I know we will be.”
I gaze down Harper’s body, grunting as her pussy slides along my firm length. She’s beautiful. So desperate for me. I’m questioning how this moment is real.
For years, she hated me. She believed in no sex before marriage. And yet she was willing to give up her virginity to me, even before her mother died. That’s how much she wants this .
When Harper’s grief was fresh, she begged me to fuck her. I turned her down, trying to do right by her. I’m trying to do right by her now, giving her body a chance to recover, but she’s making it difficult to resist.
“Please, Felix. I need you in me. I will do anything, just… Please .”
Her begging destroys the last of my self-control. Grabbing the backs of Harper’s thighs, I hoist her onto a ledge in the shower, kissing her as my cock finds its way to her entrance without guidance.
“Please,” she begs again. “You have no idea how much I need you?—”
I thrust deep inside before she finishes speaking.
My groan is loud. She’s louder. Tyler would have woken, for sure. Thomas’s room is on the far side of the house, but if he’s still awake, he would have heard too.
I hope he mistakes the sound for something else, unable to conceive that his sweet little girl is getting fucked.
Because now that I’m inside Harper, I can’t stop.
I can’t focus on anything other than how incredible my girl feels.
My cock is squeezed into the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy I’ve ever experienced. I barely fit.
Harper says she needs this, but she has no fucking clue.
I’ve been mesmerized by this girl for years.
But my feelings for her are so much more than infatuation.
Since we reconnected after Clara’s passing, she’s brought me to my knees.
I’m so weak for her. There’s not a goddamn thing in this world I wouldn’t do for Harper.
My muscles tremble as I push deeper, getting her tight opening to the hilt of my cock. She gazes up at me, whimpering and panting as her legs wrap around me, locking me deep within her.
“Too much?” I murmur, feeling her flutter around my cock as she adjusts to my size. Tyler broke her in well, but I still need to go easy on her.
“No. I need all of you.”
I brush back the wet strands of her hair, gazing into her eyes as I begin to move. Slow, deep thrusts that make her gasp and cling to me. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her heels press into my lower back, urging me deeper.
“You need to keep your voice down.”
“I can’t. Oh, god. Felix.”
I almost come from the sound of her moaning my name.
Weaving our fingers, I pin her hands above her head.
She surrenders all control, letting me fuck her with a slow but deep rhythm.
She’s so vulnerable and trusting, giving all of herself to me.
The sight of us together is perfect. Her unmarked skin against my ink.
Her petite frame against my muscles. I have a clear view of my cock sliding into her, exactly where it belongs.
“Fuck, Harper,” I whisper, my voice so husky I barely recognize it as I gaze into her blue eyes, savoring each inch of her as I slide in and out. “I’m never letting you go. Not ever.”
Her pussy clenches my cock, the sensation making me groan as I fight against coming too soon. This time, when I glance down between us, each pump of my cock is pushing out cum from Harper’s pussy that doesn’t belong to me.
“ Fuck. ” My pace increases.
Every time I try to give myself limits and prove that I’m not insanely fucked in the head, I fail hard.
I keep trying to maintain barriers, but they’re so fucking difficult to obey.
The sex in this shower isn’t only about me and Harper, the same way her first time with Tyler wasn’t only about them .
I relish in sharing Harper with Tyler and knowing she’s ours .
Ours to take care of.
Ours to fuck and fill with cum.
I want to fuck her with him so badly.
“You see that? Tyler’s cum is spilling out of you.”
The moment Harper looks down, her pussy starts quivering around my cock. Her lips part with a moan as her back arches off the shower wall. She gasps, tensing and shaking as her orgasm hits.
I thrust through the contractions. Watching Harper come undone pushes me over the edge. With one final pump, I let go and fill her up, adding my cum to Tyler’s. My hips spasm as I groan into her neck, emptying myself completely.
The climax seems to go on forever, the pleasure almost too much to bear. I cling to Harper, burying myself as deep as I can get. I’ve never come this hard in my life.
When it’s over, I collapse against her, shaking and gasping for air. Both of us are panting, our hearts pounding against each other. Her legs are locked around my waist, holding me inside her. I never want to pull out.
She’s limp in my arms. I hold her close, stroking her hair and murmuring against her temple. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That was incredible.”
Once Harper catches her breath, I set her feet back on the ground, keeping an arm around her waist for support. She’s exhausted from how hard my brother and I have worked her body today, but I’m learning that it’s only during the sessions where she has the two of us that she collapses with bliss.
“Let me take care of you.” I work up a lather of soap and wash her. I’m thorough but tender, cleaning away the sweat and cum, worshipping her beautiful body.
Between me and Tyler, there’s so much cum leaking out of her.
“I suppose this is something I’ll need to get used to.” She looks down at the mess. “Constantly being filled with cum. I have no complaints.”
“I still need to claim my loser’s prize for not catching you in the maze.” She quivers as I run a finger up her backside. “Tyler got your virginity. I get to claim your ass first.”
The last time we spoke about anal sex was when Harper walked in on the party I threw in the pool house.
She said anal sex was disgusting. From the way she’s since spoken about wanting a threesome with me and Tyler…
The way she looks at me now with hazy eyes and a cute, shy smile, I’m convinced she’s changed her mind.
“How do you feel about that?” I ask to be sure.
“A little nervous. But I want to experience all of you.”
That’s my girl. Just as I expected.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
She laughs softly then leans into my touch. Her eyes flutter shut as I run the cloth over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her thighs. Kneeling in front of Harper, I wash her legs, pressing kisses to her hip bones. She threads her fingers through my hair, sighing with bliss.
“Sleep time, Little Sinner.”
She smiles at the name as I dry her off. After I’m dry too, I pull my pants on and we return to the bedroom. Tyler is sitting in bed, upright against the headboard, scrolling on his phone.
When he sees us, he turns the phone off and laughs. “Couldn’t wait? ”
“Do you think Dad heard?” Harper panics, looking between the two of us.
“Should be fine if he’s asleep.” Tyler draws the sheets back to welcome Harper.
She takes my hands and climbs into bed, pulling me in with her. I hug her from behind. It’s strange being in bed with her and Tyler when he’s naked. But it’s far from the strangest thing we’ve done.
Tyler brushes up in front of Harper, sandwiching her between us.
“Sick fuck,” I say to him.
The three of us laugh. Within moments, we’re all asleep.