Chapter 34 Felix
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
FELIX
Life is fucking good.
The last of Harper and Tyler’s belongings have been moved into the penthouse today, crowding the living room with boxes. Our penthouse. Their names have officially been added to the property. We finally have the life we always wanted.
The three of us have gone public. Paparazzi captured photos of Harper holding Tyler’s and my hand, even kissing each of us as we escorted her to the theater. Her career is flourishing due to all the gossip. Forever Families not so much.
While I’m not pleased to have caused the parents strife, I won’t live my life to please them. Their organization will bounce back eventually, as it did when Dan and Ally went public.
Dan and I are good again. Killian has eased up, secure in his job thanks to me throwing money at Sacred Heart in the good old fashioned Blackwood way.
We’ve had Dan, Ally, and Killian over for dinner.
In Harper’s spare time, she’s been busy with Ally, attending wedding dress fittings and bridal showers.
With the wedding only ten days away, Tyler and I insisted on throwing a bachelor party for Dan, but he doesn’t want anything like that, just a poker night with the four brothers.
The sky is orange with the sun about to set.
Harper has the night off from performing and is unpacking while Tyler and I discuss business plans for The Scarlet Mirage.
Our concentration is being put to the test with Harper singing and dancing, blissfully happy as she sorts through boxes.
Her dress fans out as she twirls across the living room, revealing the dagger she always keeps strapped to her thigh.
God, I want to fuck her right now. But there’s so much sex that goes on in this household and so little work. Attempting to concentrate, I drag my eyes back to the floorplan on the desk.
“The entrance to the gambling den would work well on the east wall, don’t you think?”
When my question goes unanswered, I glance at Tyler, finding his eyes pinned on Harper. I’m not the least bit surprised. He has sex on his mind more than I do.
Harper twirls by me again. This time, I grab her by the waist and pull her onto my lap.
She squeals, laughing and playfully pushing me away.
Work can wait. I can’t think straight now that she’s in my arms, and plan to strip her out of these clothes.
But my first concern is the condition of Harper’s hands and how poorly they’re healing after our ceremony one week ago.
Being gentle, I unwrap her bandages, examining each palm. Tyler and I didn’t cut deep, but the wounds keep reopening each time she dances.
“Your hands aren’t too sore with all the unpacking?” I ask.
“My hands are fine.”
Tyler hooks her legs over his lap and strokes her thighs. “Maybe you should take it easy. No more unpacking tonight. We’ll run you a hot bath to relax in.”
I re-wrap the bandages around her hands, liking Tyler’s idea.
“I don’t need to relax. I want to keep setting up our home. I should let you two get back to work.” Harper brushes her lips feather-light to mine in the world’s most innocent kiss, but grinds her ass against my cock and moans. A second later, she climbs off me and pecks Tyler. “Work hard, you two.”
Blood rushes to my dick. I grip her wrist before she can prance away. “Harper, what the fuck was that?”
She smiles sweetly, acting all doe-eyed and confused. “What was what?”
“Bedroom. Now,” I order.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m busy unpacking.”
I growl, wrapping my arm around Harper’s waist and tossing her over my shoulder, smacking her ass as I carry her to our bedroom. “If you grind against my cock, you’re going to get fucked.”
She giggles, her voice breathy and feminine. I feel it in the tip of my dick.
Harper’s dress rides up as I drop her to the bed, revealing a lacy thong. Her red hair splays along the mattress, contrasting with the black satin sheets. She’s gorgeous, her breasts swelling with each excited breath.
I unbuckle my belt. “Clothes off. Get on your hands and knees.”
While Harper flings her clothes aside and gets into position, I hear Tyler enter the room but am too busy to pay attention to him. Within an instant, I’m undressed and grabbing Harper from behind, making her cry out as my cock slams into her.
She’s so tight and wet. Every time we have sex, I become more addicted to her, so fucking turned on by her sweet little gasps. Each thrust makes her moan louder. Harper clutches the sheets. Her back arches, allowing me to take her deeper.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She rocks against me.
“That’s it. Push back. Grind your pussy against my dick.”
Tyler kneels on the bed in front of Harper. All of his clothes are gone.
“You want this?” His voice is husky. Harper’s pussy clenches around me as Tyler traces the head of his dick along her lips.
“Yes. Please,” she begs.
“Open those pretty lips, baby,” he murmurs, feeding his cock into her mouth.
She takes him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard.
“Shit.” Tyler jolts from the sudden pleasure. He grips Harper’s hair, watching himself fuck her mouth. “Those lips are talented. You’re so good at this.”
“Well done, Little Sinner. Take both of your men.” I keep pumping into her, picking up my pace.
Harper’s ass slaps against my hips with each thrust. Tyler isn’t going easy on her either, shoving his whole length into her eager mouth.
She’s loving this, her pussy growing tighter and her moans more high pitched.
She’s working hard, trying to make Tyler and me come, but it’s an unspoken rule for me that Harper always comes first.
I reach for her clit. She unravels instantly, her pussy choking my dick.
“Good girl, Harper. So fucking beautiful.” My teeth grit with pleasure.
The pulsing of her orgasm works the cum out of me. Everything goes white-hot as I release inside her. My muscles seize. I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt. The sensation is so intense I can barely breathe. I’m drowning in pure fucking ecstasy.
“My turn,” Tyler says as soon as I pull out of Harper.
“Good. I want our girl pregnant.”
I collapse on the bed, watching him pull her beneath him, getting a clear view of his cock sliding into her pussy. His pace is fast, his hips snapping against Harper with urgency, fucking my cum deeper into her. Harper’s legs wrap around him and their fingers weave.
I’m transfixed by how pretty Harper is getting fucked. Flushed cheeks. Ruffled hair. The way her lips part as Tyler brings her nipples into his mouth.
When we were younger, Tyler always fucked her good. If I weren’t drained already, I’d jerk off to the sight of them right now.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “I’m about to come. Put a baby in you. You’d like that?”
Harper moans with a second orgasm the moment Tyler mentions getting her pregnant.
He climaxes with her, his face taut. “I’m coming in you, Princess. We’re going to get you pregnant. I promise.”
The two of them meeting their peak together is like art. They’re both trembling and flushed, clinging to each other while letting out the most desperate moans. I am so fucked up for how much I’m enjoying this.
Tyler collapses on Harper. Their bodies are slick with sweat and they’re panting.
Harper tilts her head, her gorgeous blue eyes landing on me in a daze as she smiles. “Come closer. I want to feel you.”
I roll on my side, stroking the damp hair back from her forehead. “You are so beautiful, Harper. You’re going to look even more beautiful pregnant with our child.”