42. Harper
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
HARPER
I thrash beneath Paul, terrified and desperate to break free. “Stop! Get off me!”
“You’re going to give me what I deserve.” Paul grasps both of my wrists in one hand, unbuckling his pants with the other.
I scream, praying someone at the party will hear. With his free hand, Paul slaps his palm over my mouth, muffling my cries.
This can’t be happening. Tears burn my eyes. My mind races, my thoughts spiraling out of control. I have to fight back. I have to get away from him. But he’s bigger and stronger, fueled by drunken rage. No matter how hard I try to buck him off, it’s no use.
The door opens. A sob catches in my throat when I see Felix.
He’s staring down at his phone. “She should be in here.”
Tyler is right behind him. The moment they see me struggling beneath Paul, their faces shift into murderous rage. Before Paul can react, they’re across the room, ripping him off me with a ferocity I’ve never seen from either of them.
“You piece of shit!” Felix punches Paul in the head, then shoves him against the wall. “How dare you fucking touch her.”
Tyler rushes to me, leaving Paul for Felix to deal with. He holds my shoulders while studying my body, vibrating with anger. “Did he hurt you?”
I shake my head, unable to speak, my breath hitching in jagged sobs. Tyler gathers me in his arms. I cling to him, burying my face against his neck as tears stream down my cheeks.
Somewhere in the background, I hear Felix’s fist meet Paul’s face again, along with the words, “You won’t ever fucking touch her again.”
“You’re safe now. We’re here,” Tyler whispers against my forehead, stroking my hair and rocking me.
His voice trembles, fearful of what could have happened if he arrived any later.
“I’m so sorry, Harper. I knew there was something wrong with him.
I should have tried harder to protect you.
I’ll do better by you. I promise I’ll keep you safe. ”
Over his shoulder, I watch in shock, flinching as Felix slams his fist into Paul’s face again and again. Blood splatters from Paul’s nose and mouth. He tries to fight back but is no match for Felix’s rage.
Beyond the doorway, a girl watches with stunned fear as Felix beats Paul.
Tyler glances at his brother, seeing the damage. “Stop. You’re killing him.”
Felix doesn’t seem to hear. His fists keep flying.
“Felix!” Tyler shouts.
Finally, he steps back from Paul, letting him crumple to the floor. Felix’s hands flex, bloody and shaking. “Get Harper to the car now .” His voice is so dark and furious, I don’t recognize a thing about him.
The party continues raging around us as Tyler carries me from the room, but I don’t pay attention to any of it, trembling and unable to stop the tears.
The next thing I know, I’m in the back seat of Felix’s Jeep with Tyler.
The tires screech as we pull away from the curb, speeding down the road.
Tyler is cradling me in his lap. The two of us haven’t even had a chance to buckle our seatbelts.
“Fuck!” Felix shouts from the driver’s seat, slamming his fist onto the steering wheel. “I should have killed him. I should have beat him until there was nothing left. Where the fuck was Cindy during all of this? I’m never trusting that girl with you ever again.”
“Tell me what happened,” Tyler asks me softly. I can still feel the anger coursing through him. He’s just better at controlling his emotions than Felix.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I whisper. “Just hold me and kiss me.”
Tyler’s arms tighten around me as he presses kisses to my temple, my cheeks, and my lips. I melt into him, desperate to erase Paul’s touch with the feeling of Tyler’s mouth on my skin.
His kisses are soft at first, caressing me with gentle reassurance.
But as I part my lips, inviting him deeper, our movements quickly turn heated.
My tongue delves into his mouth as I focus on how safe and loved Tyler always makes me feel.
I need his touch, his warmth, and to chase away the horror of what almost happened with Paul.
My fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer. With a low groan, his hands slip beneath my dress, sending sparks of pleasure along my skin .
“Your hands belong on me,” I murmur. “Make me forget what just happened.”
Fumbling in the cramped backseat, we tug at each other’s clothes, removing the barriers between us. We’re so impatient, all we manage is to remove the necessities. He slides my panties off and unzips his pants, lowering his waistband.
Our lips reconnect as he grips my hips, guiding me down onto his hard length. I gasp as he fills me.
Needing to be as close to Tyler as possible, I pull my dress and bra off, along with his shirt, then press my body flush to his, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat against my chest. My face buries in the crook of his neck as hot tears leak from my eyes, but these tears are different than before.
They’re tears of relief, of feeling cherished and protected.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Tyler murmurs. “I’m here.”
He grips my hips, guiding my movements, helping me ride him. Each time I lower onto him, he reaches an aching spot deep inside that craves his touch. Pleasure curls through my core, building with every rock of my hips against his.
“You’re safe with me,” Tyler continues. “I love you. Nothing exists except the three of us in this car.”
I glance over my shoulder, meeting Felix’s gaze in the rearview mirror as he drives. His eyes are still dark with anger. His jaw tics. He looks physically pained over what Paul almost did to me.
Felix said he wants to kill Paul. Seeing how vicious Felix turned back at the party, there’s no doubt within me he would have beat Paul to death if Tyler hadn’t stopped him. But as Felix watches me on Tyler’s lap, I’m not convinced the battle in his eyes is over Paul anymore .
Felix curses under his breath, snapping his gaze back to the road, gripping the steering wheel tight. I want to know what he’s thinking. I want to soothe him. I open my mouth to ask him what’s traveling through his mind, but Tyler thrusts into me, stealing my breath as he hits a perfect spot.
I turn back to Tyler, working myself up and down on his cock. Our lips crash against each other’s. We’re sharing the same breath. I reach down to my clit, needing to come, but am distracted when the Jeep swerves to the side of the road and the engine turns off.
Before I can ask Felix what he’s doing, he climbs into the back with me and Tyler, not focusing on me, but a mechanism in the seat. He pulls a lever, lowering the backrest and turning the rear of the Jeep into one large flat area.
A moment later, Felix is behind me, kissing my neck and holding me tight. “No one will ever touch you against your wishes again, Harper.” The words are firm, a promise, but with none of the anger in him from a minute ago. “Tyler and I will always keep you safe.”
I turn my head, meeting his lips, in heaven as I kiss Felix while feeling Tyler twitch inside me. I’m wedged between the two brothers, where I’ve always wanted to be. It’s the safest, most loved place in the world.
Felix strips out of his clothes, then his lips are back on mine. His hands are busy somewhere behind me. It’s dark. I can barely see. I don’t realize what he’s doing until he spreads my wetness up my backside, his fingers prepping me for his cock.
It’s so unexpected that I gasp, knowing Felix has never allowed himself to cross this line with our trio. Even Tyler lets out a groan. Tyler leans back against the side of the car, giving Felix more access to me.
“I’m not fighting this anymore,” Felix says, lining his cock up with my ass and pushing inside, just the tip at first. I moan, panting as he slowly stretches me open. I need Felix so goddamn badly. “Fuck what’s right or wrong. The three of us are perfect.”
“Finally,” Tyler hisses. His fingers dig into my hips as he accommodates the addition of Felix. “Give our pretty little ballerina what she wants.”
“Relax your body, Harper,” Felix instructs as he works his way deeper, inch by inch.
I can only whimper and nod while adjusting to the new sensation of being stretched so tight in the front and back. Overwhelmed, my eyes shut and I take deep breaths, trying to ease my muscles.
Tyler cups my face, his voice full of praise. “Look at me, Princess. You’re doing so well.”
My eyes open, finding his protective gaze staring back at me. I cry out as Felix slides deeper, as deep as he can get, with my ass pressed flush to the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” Felix grits out, holding me close, panting behind me. “ Fuck . She’s so tight. Tighter than normal.”
“Because she’s so full.” Tyler sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a rush of heat through me, making my pussy shudder. Both he and Felix groan, feeling my muscles tighten around them. “Shit. Keep squeezing us like that and we’re not going to last. We’ll fill you up too quickly.”
I try my hardest to relax, but it’s a challenge when Tyler talks like that.
For a long moment, the three of us remain still, adjusting to the tight fit.
Felix moves first, withdrawing slowly, the two of us groaning as he starts to thrust. Tyler joins in, working in time with Felix, finding a rhythm that has my body trembling.
Pleasure surges through me. I’m consumed by the two men I trust most in this world. It’s everything I’ve wanted, to be pressed between their bodies, connected with them so intimately at the same time.
Each thrust has me moaning and seeing stars. The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter within me. What we’re doing feels like so much more than just fucking. It’s love. A true consummation of the three of us.
“Look at you go,” Tyler praises, his voice strained as he watches me. “So fucking beautiful taking our cocks. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” I nod, my brows drawing together, unable to form a proper word.
Felix’s hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts and thighs. Each touch sends shockwaves through me, pushing me closer to the edge. “You’re so full of cock you can’t even talk straight. Tell me, are you warmed up, Little Sinner?”
“Yes.”
He growls, picking up the pace each time his cock buries itself in my ass. Tyler matches his speed. Their untamed sounds combined with the relentless thrusting has me unraveling embarrassingly fast. I’m climbing higher and higher, chasing that peak.
“Deeper. Please ,” I beg.
They both grab my hips, working harder. Thrusting deeper. Their breath labors from how much they’re exerting themselves.
“Fuck, Harper. You take us so well,” Felix says. “You were made for this, weren’t you, to be fucked by both of us at once?”
His praise pushes me to dizzying heights. Their cocks stretch me deliciously full. It’s almost too much, the intensity threatening to shatter me. But it’s exactly what I need right now—to be consumed by them, body and soul. To feel them erase every awful touch from Paul .
“Tell me you’re close, baby,” Tyler grunts. “I can’t hold off. I need to give you my cum.”
“I am.”
“Let go, Harper. Come for us,” Felix urges, his hot breath fanning across my neck as he rubs my clit. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Ours.” Thrust.
The possessiveness in each of his movements, each of his words, pushes me over the edge. I scream, my inner walls clenching their cocks as I ride out the orgasm, my body convulsing and shaking between them.
“Fuck, baby,” Tyler grits out, tightening his grip on my hips. His dick jerks, emptying his load within me.
Felix is next, thrusting deep one final time as he spills deep inside my ass. I can feel his cock pulsing, twitching, as spurt after spurt of his hot cum claims me, and I love it.
“That’s it, fill her up. Make it leak out of her ass,” Tyler encourages breathlessly, still buried deep in my pussy.
Felix’s chest heaves against my back as he rides out the orgasm. And then he finds stillness, catching his breath.
“Shit, that was intense,” he pants, kissing my cheek.
Intense doesn’t seem like an adequate word to describe what I feel. I’m buzzing with euphoria.
“This has become my favorite way to fuck you,” Felix says.
“Mine too,” I whisper as my body tingles.
Tyler’s lips find mine in a gentle kiss. “This is how it was always supposed to be between us.”
They both hold me tight, and despite the horror that was about to unfold upon me at the party, I’ve never felt more complete, safe, and loved in my life.