35. Tyler
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TYLER
Harper leaves the ballet studio after her first day of dance, smiling the moment she spots the Jeep. The wind ruffles her red hair. She prances as she walks, hurrying to get to the car.
I love seeing her heal and find passion again. I love knowing she belongs to me and Felix and that I never have to spend another day without her as my girlfriend.
Harper’s excitement falters when she climbs into the front passenger seat, finding only me. “No Felix?”
I brush my lips to hers, feeling her smile against my mouth. My dick twitches just from that one smile. She smells of strawberry soap, fresh from a shower, and has changed from her leotard into a short, yellow dress.
“Felix got tied up with something and is waiting for you in the pool house.”
She frowns. “Is it Theo? Eclipse?”
“You know Felix isn’t involved with Theo and eclipse anymore.”
“But they’re still friends. ”
“Harp, it’s nothing bad.” I kiss one of her scarred palms then buckle her seatbelt and pull out of the parking lot, driving us to the beach house.
“If it’s nothing bad, why can’t you tell me?”
“It’s a surprise.” I try to stop myself from grinning. I’m getting hard thinking about the night ahead of Harper. I’m jealous as fuck that I won’t be involved. But the sooner Felix gets to claim his loser’s prize, the sooner I get to indulge in all of Harper’s body.
“I don’t like surprises. Tell me,” she pleads, leaning across the center console and biting my earlobe.
Her hot breath sends shivers through me, making my dick strain against the fabric of my pants. But I don’t give in to her persuasion. “Tell me about ballet.”
“It was great. Now, back to the surprise.”
I shake my head, laughing. “All I’ll say is you and Felix are spending the night together.”
“Without you?” Her voice drops with disappointment. She’s so fucking cute.
“Yes, baby. Without me. There will be plenty of nights where the three of us are together. Believe me, you’ll love your night with Felix.”
“I’m sure I will, but I’ll miss you. Can you pull over?”
“Why?” I glance her way, finding a spark of mischief in her eyes.
“I need my daily dose of you. Find a quiet backstreet.”
Not needing to be told twice, I pull over to the first side street. People are still in sight. The street isn’t as secluded as I would have liked, but the tinting on these windows is so dark no one will see in.
Harper climbs onto my lap. Her lips find mine with soft but insistent kisses while she removes my seatbelt. Her fingers trail down my chest, tracing my muscles. I assist her with pulling my shirt over my head.
“I can’t go a day without you,” she whispers. Her warm skin against my bare chest is electrifying.
I tip my head back against the seat as she kisses along my throat. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We’ve been saying the words to each other so much over these last few days. It feels like we’re making up for lost time. Now that we’re together, I know we’ll be having sex non-stop as another way to express our love.
As we continue kissing, the world outside the Jeep fades away. The hum of passing cars and distant voices is lost beneath the sound of our breathing. Harper’s fingers slide lower, unzipping my pants. My pulse pounds as she dips her hand inside, freeing my cock.
I let out a sharp breath as she wraps her fingers around me, stroking slow. She bites her lip. Her pupils are blown wide as she watches me, soaking in my every reaction and learning what I like.
“Fuck, Harper,” I groan, the sound barely human. I grip her thighs, needing her closer.
She kisses me again, sweet and teasing before pulling the dress over her head, letting it drop to the floor of the Jeep. Her bra and panties follow.
I soak in every inch of Harper. Every curve. The delicate lines of muscle from years of dance. Her skin seems to glow in the dim light. She’s a masterpiece.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper as my hands slide up Harper’s thighs.
She laughs, breathless and warm. I cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples until they harden under my touch. A moan escapes her lips as she arches into me. She’s so beautiful and delicate, with flushed cheeks and untamed hair.
“Put my dick inside you, Princess.”
For a second, we just gaze into each other’s eyes. Then she lowers onto my cock, slow and torturous, and we both gasp as I stretch her open.
“Jesus, Harper.” My fingers dig into her hips as she starts to move.
My vision tunnels. I’m consumed by nothing but her heat, her touch, the way she fits against me so perfectly, and the love that burns between us. I’ve loved Harper my entire life but I feared we’d never find our way to this place. We’re here now and it feels unreal.
The car rocks ever so slightly and the windows fog up. Someone could be walking by and I wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t give a fuck. They could watch, for all I care. No one exists except Harper and me. Just our bodies, our breaths, and our hearts beating in sync.
Each time I’ve been with her, I’ve shown a dominant side and whispered filthy words. This, right now in the Jeep, is about something different. It’s heated but tender. I’m so infatuated with the girl above me I can barely talk. The unspoken words in our gaze say more than our voices ever could.
Her gorgeous blue eyes watch me, fascinated by the pleasure she gives me while riding my cock. We find a rhythm, slow at first, teasing, until neither of us can stand it anymore.
Harper rides me in a desperate, unrelenting pace, just as she did when we fucked in the maze. Her forehead presses against mine and our breaths mingle as we draw each other closer to our peak.
“Tyler, I can’t hold off. ”
“Then don’t fight it. Come on my cock, you perfect little thing.”
She moans my name, shuddering against me, her pussy pulsing with an orgasm. I follow right after, my dick jerking as I empty myself deep within her. We’re panting, sweating, and kissing each other.
Once we recover, she giggles softly. “I could do this all day, every day.”
So could I.
My fingers trace the beautiful planes of her body. The sight of her is magnificent, fresh from an orgasm. The light in her eyes is more vibrant than I’ve ever seen. Harper is buzzing with energy and filled with passion.
She’s learning to live again.
I know it’s not only because of me and Felix.
Keeping Harper secure on my lap, I reach a hand into the back seat, grabbing my duffel bag.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I open the bag.
“I have something for you.”
She sees my Zippo within the bag and grabs it. “Looking for this? My favorite.”
“No, actually.” I toss the lighter back in the bag, laughing with Harper as the two of us share a look filled with memories of her reaching an orgasm from the flame. “But we can definitely play with the lighter later.”
I unzip a side compartment and grab a small parcel. There’s still a part of me that’s nervous this gift will be insensitive, but Felix told me to trust my instincts.
Now, seeing Harper fall in love with dance again, this feels like the right time for the gift.
With a soft kiss on the lips, I place the package in her hands and murmur, “I had this made for you a few weeks ago when you were completely broken inside. I wanted to give you something that symbolized the bond you and your mother shared. But then you decided to quit ballet. I thought the gift may have been insensitive. So, I held on to it, searching for the right moment to give it to you. You’re glowing right now.
This happiness I see in you isn’t just from me and Felix.
You’re finding your love for ballet again. I hope this gift encourages you.”
Harper smiles curiously at the present then back up at me. “You’re nervous. I rarely see you like this.”
She unwraps the gift, finding a tiny pink box with gold embellishments. A wind-up lever juts from one side.
Her smile widens as she twists the lever. “A music box?”
As the lid lifts, a tiny ballerina springs to life, twirling slowly to the “Sleeping Beauty Waltz.”
“Oh, my gosh, Tyler.” Her eyes water but her smile never fades.
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “I know this song held a lot of meaning for you and your mom. You told me it’s the song that made you fall in love with ballet and that she sang it to you every night before bed when you were a child.
I hope this music box will be a reminder of everything ballet means to you, and that your mom will always be in your heart. ”
A single tear leaks down her cheek. “This is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. I love it. Thank you.”
I stroke her red hair, relieved. “I was worried the reminder of your mom might upset you.”
“Not at all. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She kisses me. Her lips are tender and filled with love.
More tears trickle down her face. I brush them away with my thumb and hold her close. “You okay, baby?”
“More than okay.” Her hips rock gently against mine, signaling she wants to give herself to me again. She’s still naked on my lap. I’m still inside her. Still hard.
“Princess, as much as I want you again, I won’t be greedy. Felix is waiting and I know you won’t want to miss a moment of your time with him.”