36. Felix
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
FELIX
“Felix?” Harper steps into the dark pool house, lit only by a few candles on the dining table.
She reaches for the light switch, but I move before she can flick it on. Slipping up behind Harper, I spin her to face me and press her to the wall. A gasp escapes her. She tenses until feeling my lips on hers, then relaxes, sinking into me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I roll my hips into hers so she can feel how much I mean it.
“I missed you too.”
She looks beautiful, but even in the candlelight I can tell from the ruffled hair, the haze in her eyes, and the faint smell of sweat, she’s been freshly fucked by my brother.
My hand slides beneath her dress, pulling her panties aside to find my evidence. She moans when my fingers sink into her pussy.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” When I remove my fingers, they’re soaked in cum. “Lick them clean.”
She parts her lips, inviting me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my fingers and she sucks clean the evidence of Tyler’s release. I groan at the sight, my cock lengthening.
“You love sex, don’t you?” I murmur, pressing closer. She nods.
I’m tempted to bend Harper over and thrust into her right now, but I have plans for our night.
Though I want to fuck her all day, every day, the two of us aren’t just about sex.
I want to spoil her with luxuries, make her feel special and show her how much she means to me.
I’m dying to hear about her first day back at ballet.
I want to see her smile and make her laugh.
Taking Harper’s hand, I lead her to the dining table.
She gasps upon seeing the candlelit dinner and can’t contain her smile. “What’s all of this?”
“Dinner. I cooked for you.”
“I didn’t think you knew how to cook.”
“I’m not completely useless in the kitchen.”
She laughs, looping her arms around my neck. “This is perfect. Thank you.”
I pull out Harper’s chair, tucking her in before taking my own seat across from her.
“You’re too far away. Come closer.”
We’re sitting at a small circular table. There’s barely any space between us, but I give Harper what she wants and slide my chair right next to hers.
She drapes her legs over mine and kisses me. “Much better.”
Harper has always been like this with my brother, even when their relationship was innocent. The two of them have always had this need to be touching. Now, she’s acting like this with me too, and it feels so fucking good.
“Okay, I’m impressed,” she admits after her first bite of the roast lamb and sautéed vegetables. It’s about the only thing I know how to cook. “This is actually good.”
“Told you. I want to hear all about your first day back as a ballerina.” My hand rests on her upper thigh, with my thumb stroking beneath her dress as we eat.
“It felt incredible, Felix.” Her eyes are filled with excitement. It’s brilliant to see. The way she casually slips my name into her answer… I’m so fucking addicted. “Dad called the academy today and told them I’ll be returning next week.”
“Amazing.”
Her smile drops a little. “I’ve been gone for too long to have any hope of still performing in Swan Lake . That performance was going to launch my career?—”
“Don’t think like that. You lost your mother. You took the time off that you needed. You’re going to climb your way back to the top. It will just take an alternate route. But you’ll get there, Harper. You’ll be a renowned dancer one day.”
There’s so much happiness in her eyes when her gaze returns to me. “Thank you for believing in me.”
“I’ll always believe in you.”
“And you? What’s your plan for the future?”
The conversation with Tyler during our drive up here enters my mind. I retrieve the red poker chip from my pocket and roll the edge of it along Harper’s thigh.
“I’ve seen you with this poker chip before.” She takes it from my hand, smiling as she reads the inscription. “ The house always wins. Except when we play. Tyler has the same thing written on his lighter. Is this some secret brothers’ code?”
“Something like that. Together, we’re unstoppable. The poker chip and lighter are a promise we made to each other.”
“What’s the promise?”
“You won’t be pleased by the story. This last summer, Tyler and I visited a speakeasy.
It turned out to be one of the best nights of our lives.
The place was like a time machine to the 1920s.
Jazz, cigars, liquor, gambling. None of it was legal.
But the best part was being there with Tyler.
We each stole something from the venue and made a pact that we would go into business with each other one day to open our own speakeasy.
He stole the Zippo. I stole the poker chip.
It had to be red, of course.” I stroke a hand through her hair. “My favorite color.”
Her smile is soft. A little sad. “Why am I only hearing about this pact now?”
“As soon as Tyler sobered up, he told me our speakeasy couldn’t become a reality. He knew you wouldn’t approve of us running an illegal business. His plan was to get into Columbia, marry you, but then…”
“But what?”
I squeeze her hand. “The car accident happened. The three of us grew closer. We haven’t had a chance to tell you this, but Tyler and I have a new plan.
We’re going to finish up the school year and open our speakeasy.
It will be a legal business, for you, so that you never have to worry about us getting on the wrong side of the law and losing us. ”
“I love this plan.” Her smile is filled with intrigue. “I never knew it was a passion of either of yours. Tell me all about it.”
“It won’t be the exact vision we had. I wanted the speakeasy to be authentic to the 1920s. A house of sin. But I’m taming my ways for you.”
“Thank you.” She weaves her fingers with mine, leaning in to kiss me. “I don’t really know what a speakeasy is. Will you and Tyler take me to one? A legal one.”
“Of course. But just so you know…” I smirk, seeing how far I can push my luck. “We’d have more fun if it were illegal.”
She laughs, gently shoving my chest.
We continue our meal, talking between bites. Teasing. Laughing. Constantly touching.
When the plates are empty, I clear the table and draw Harper to her feet. “Shower time. Off you go.”
“You’re not joining me?”
“I need to clean up after dinner.”
Harper raises an eyebrow, suspicious and not at all pleased that I’m passing up an offer to shower with her, but heads to the bathroom without complaining.
Just as she reaches the door, I speak her name, “Oh, and Harper? Don’t get dressed after your shower. I have something special for you to wear.”
“Lingerie?”
“No. Something better.” I have a semi, thinking about Harper wearing what I bought her today.
“What could be better than lingerie?”
“You’ll see. No more questions. Go.”
Without another word, Harper disappears into the bathroom. While cleaning the kitchen, my mind races ahead to what the rest of the night holds. I blow out the candles then wait for Harper in the bedroom, dimming the lights and occupying a corner armchair.
She’s quick. Within five minutes, the water shuts off.
My breath catches as she steps into the room.
Harper stands naked, watching me, allowing me to soak up the sight of her.
Her hair is tied in a bun and her skin glistens from the shower.
The soft light plays across her curves. She looks like a goddess.
“Your present.” I tear my eyes away from her, nodding to the black box awaiting her on the bed, large but flat. “Open it.”
Her eyes light up with curiosity. She lifts the lid, smiling at the contents. A pale pink tutu, satin pointe shoes, and a tiara glittering with crystals.
“I love it.”
“I knew you would.”
She does as I hoped, no instruction needed, and pulls the tutu up her naked body. A rasp forms deep within my throat, watching the dainty yet erotic sight. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years to fuck Harper while she’s dressed as a ballerina.
The delicate tulle of the tutu fans out around her as she sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for the pointe shoes.
“Let me.” I kneel before Harper, guiding her feet one at a time into the satin slippers, tying the ribbons around her ankles.
Her breathing quickens as my hands skim up her calves, ghosting over the backs of her knees. My fingers trail higher, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs.
I’m desperate to kiss between her legs, but the outfit isn’t complete yet.
To finish, I pin the tiara atop her head and release her hair from the bun, letting it tumble down her shoulders.
With her hand in mine, I guide Harper to a full-length mirror mounted on the wall beside the bed. Her gaze meets mine in the reflection.
“Don’t look at me, Harper. Look at yourself,” I stand behind her, whispering in her ear. “Look how beautiful you are.”
Her eyes are intoxicated with desire as they sweep over her appearance. Her pussy is on display beneath the tulle. Her tits rise up and down with heavy breaths, the nipples firm peaks.
“You’re going to be a fucking star, Harper. You’ll be dancing center stage. You’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. You were born to dance. Born to shine.”
Her lips graze mine. The kiss is gentle but sends heat and urgency throughout my body.
“Lie on the bed, Little Sinner.”
She follows my command, her tiny body lost among the tulle as she lies back. It’s such a delicate sight, clashing with the fire simmering in her eyes. I hover over Harper, skimming my fingers along her sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin and the way she trembles beneath my touch.
She exhales a shaky breath as I push back the tulle and press a kiss to her inner thigh. I take my time, trailing higher.
“Felix, please,” Harper sighs, arching into me.