29. Harper
Harper
Somehow, October slipped away, and November flew by just as quickly.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Jace and I both took an extra day off work to spend a long weekend together, and I am so ready for it.
Life has been pretty hectic lately, and if it weren’t for Jace staying over most nights to help with Lizzie, we would hardly see each other.
Lizzie, fingers crossed, slept through the night two nights in a row, so I’m hoping and wishing on every star that this bout of sleeplessness is over.
Blake took a week off and just got back yesterday, and with the building almost complete, Jace was slammed with last-minute items, inspections, and Gary, who apparently is the bane of their existence, showed up on site with last-minute ideas.
The spa is doing great. Ever since the Berry Festival, we have been booked solid.
I want to believe it was our great advertising, but I also think Wren’s presence has brought in folks that might not have walked in before.
We had interviews all day today, and I think we have a few good options to help lighten the load.
Things are looking up all around, and this weekend is shaping up to be great.
I love Thanksgiving and having family all around.
After losing mine and being alone, I appreciate my found family all the more.
The guest list has grown since we started planning dinner.
Shaina and Daniel are going to be in Washington with their son this year, but we have added Wren and Blake to our list. Along with a few crew members that I heard saying they were going to get pizzas for dinner and hang out in their rentals.
I couldn’t stand the idea of anyone alone or missing out on the good food, so I invited them on the spot, and of course, Jace had been happy to go along with whatever I wanted.
His parents decided to come down as well, along with his sister.
I’m trying to hide it, but I’m so freaking nervous.
Jace may say, and even truly believe, that his parents are excited about me, but I struggle to accept that any parent is excited for their son to be with a single mom that got knocked up at nineteen.
That just doesn't happen outside of cheesy movies.
Whatever the case, I need to shake off these nerves.
I just dropped Lizzie off for some baking time with her Auntie Bree, and Jace is meeting me at my place to prep for tomorrow before his parents come in.
His family will stay at his place, and he will stay with me and Lizzie.
Which is basically what we’ve been doing for the last week or two, but it just seems different knowing his parents know.
Tonight, we get to spend a few hours just us, and I already know it will help.
Jace can put me at ease like no one else.
While I wait for Jace, I’m starting to work on the rolls.
In an attempt to impress his family, I decided to make the dinner rolls from scratch.
Nope, no unresolved people pleasing or parent issues here.
Jace has agreed to be on turkey duty, because touching all that raw meat grosses me out.
My second batch of rolls are proofing in the oven when I hear the front door open.
Time had gotten away from me, and I look down at myself a little disappointed.
I had planned to look cute when he showed up since we get to be alone, but that didn’t happen.
Jace fills the doorway, his eyes raking over me, smiling like I’m the prettiest woman he has ever seen.
He has a gift bag in one hand, and flowers in the other.
“Hi, sorry, it’s a mess. Well, I’m a mess, and the whole kitchen is, too, but the rolls are rising beautifully, so, go me.
” I laugh, shooting him two thumbs up, trying not to act like such an awkward dork. Pretty sure I failed.
He drops the things in his hands and steps toward me instantly. His long legs eat up the distance between us, and as soon as he’s within arm’s reach, he pulls me into him. “You are perfect always, but damn, babe, you look so fucking hot right now.”
“You’ve gone insane.” I laugh, but deep down, I actually feel sexy now.
He just does that to me. His thumb runs over my cheek, and it has flour on it when he pulls away.
I wipe at my face to rid it of anything else.
“Stop, or we won’t get around to making food.
” Kissing him, I move back, because I’m about five seconds from jumping him.
With an exaggerated sigh, he sets the bag aside, and hands me the flowers. “Put me in, coach. Where do you want me?”
“Can you get the turkey brining, then cook the sausage for the dressing?”
“On it.” He moves past me toward the sink, smacking my ass as he passes. Focus, Harper, time to work, not to climb him like a tree, I remind myself as I watch him move through my kitchen with ease, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Turning on the radio, I check my list and start on the next item.
We work for the next hour, and I’m thrilled with the progress we are making.
I hum and move my hips as I finish the macaroni and cheese, setting it on the counter to cool.
Lizzie will at least eat this tomorrow, even if she might not try anything else.
Large hands grip my hips as Jace pulls my swinging body against him.
I grind my ass against his crotch, and a little thrill runs through me as it hardens.
“I completed all the items on my list,” he says as he trails a line of kisses along my neck. My head falls to the side, giving him more access, which he takes full advantage of.
“Good boy,” I croon, earning a growl and a bite to my shoulder.
“I have been very good.” He grinds his now very hard dick into my ass.
“I think I deserve a reward. After watching your sexy ass move around the kitchen, dance, and bend over in these shorts,” he grabs my ass roughly before smacking it, the sting so delicious that I moan, “you have tortured me enough.”
I’m turned and lifted onto the only clean counter, as Jace crowds between my legs that I happily spread wide to accommodate him. His hands roam under my shirt as his lips find mine. Moaning into his mouth, I arch my back, as his fingers tease and pull at my nipples.
“Fuck, I love when you don’t wear a bra.
Your breasts are too perfect to be confined like that.
” Flipping my shirt up, he tears his mouth away from mine, pulling my nipple into his mouth.
His teeth graze over the stiff peak. With Lizzie not sleeping, and us taking turns on the couch, there hasn’t been much of anything going on for a couple of weeks, and we are both starving for each other.
Running my hands through his hair, fisting it to hold him to my breast, I let my head fall back, luxuriating in the feel of his mouth on me, and his body against mine.
“Yes, like that, Jace. God, I want you, baby.”
“Oh, yeah? Where do you want me?” he asks around my nipple before biting hard enough to make me gasp and drench my panties, which I’m wearing because I love the way he peels them off me, and I was definitely wanting that to happen tonight.
“Here?” He runs his hand up my leg, and I shudder at his touch.
So close to where I want him but teasing me.
Coming off my breast with a soft pop, he leans back.
“Or maybe here?” His hand snakes under my shorts, caressing the apex of my thighs.
“Jace,” I grit my teeth, “touch me, now.” His hand stalls, and he grins wickedly at me. I want to wipe that smug look off his face, so I pull back a little with a small smirk of my own. “Or maybe I’ll just take care of myself.” I skate my fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
“Fuck that,” he growls, ripping my hand up from my shorts with one hand, the other pulling my panties to the side before two fingers are roughly plunged into my pussy.
“This pussy is mine, later you can show me what you do to yourself, but right now, I’m the only one touching this.
” He flicks my clit before he runs two fingers over me, rimming my opening, then pressing them into me again. “Lie back.”
His command is gravely, and I follow gladly, lifting my hips when he grabs the waist of my shorts.
He palms my ass as he slides my shorts off.
Then his mouth is on me. Licking, teasing, tasting, and I’m helpless against the onslaught of sensations.
My hips have a mind of their own, grinding and undulating against his face as pressure is already building in my core.
“Jace, fuck, I can’t, make me come, I need to come, babe!” my voice rings out through the kitchen.
“Come on, babe, fuck my face and coat my tongue with your cum.” His mouth latches onto my clit and his finger dive deep, twisting into the come here motion that has me seeing stars.
The buildup is fast and brutal, and in no time, I’m coming, screaming my release.
Jace laps up every drop, the sound of it nearly sending me over the edge again.
“I will never get enough of this sweet pussy. You taste so fucking good, Harper.” His tongue laps at my pussy like he really can’t get enough.
Once I can breathe again, I sit up, and the second I see his dark hooded eyes, my pleasure starts building again, because he’s nowhere near done yet.
I’m pulled from the counter, and he walks us to the table, where he puts me down, so I’m facing it.
Bracing myself with my hands, I bend over, shaking my ass at him.
The smack that follows makes my pussy drip fluids down my legs.
“You ready for my cock, Harper?”
“Yes,” I breathe, so ready to feel him inside me.
The sound of his zipper is followed by his pants hitting the floor like a dirty vow.
I turn to look at him, my breath catching at the sight of him fisting his cock with his eyes glued on my ass.
He pumps his hand up and down, twisting at the head.
When he steps behind me, his thighs pressed against mine, I shiver, ready for him.
Without any hesitation, Jace lines himself with my entrance and slams into me, pausing once he’s buried to the hilt.
His breathing ragged. I love when he gets unhinged for me.
There is nothing sexier than when Jace loses control.
One hand holds my hip, the other splays between my shoulder blades, pressing me to the table.
“You look so good bent over taking my cock like that, babe. My tongue has already gotten to taste you, now drench my cock.”
He finally starts to move, pounding into me, hard and deep. There is nothing soft or gentle, just a primal claiming of every inch of me. The hand on my back lifts long enough to slide under my shirt, so he is touching skin. His fingers flex like he’s on the verge of exploding. I want it, I need it.
“Oh, yes, ohmyfuckinggod, yes,” I moan incoherently, so wrapped up in the feel of him inside me, behind me, covering me.
His hand connects with my ass again, and the table screeches as it skids on the floor with each powerful thrust. My pussy pulses around his cock.
The pressure is so intense that I know I can’t hold out much longer.
But the way he feels inside me like this, filling me completely, I’m feral for it, and greedily want it to last, chasing that high, wanton and needy.
His hand releases my back, gripping my ass with both hands now, giving himself more leverage.
I meet him thrust for thrust, too wound up to notice anything but him.
“I’m going to come, Jace, yes, yes, like that, don’t stop, fuuuuuck,” I explode, the orgasm I had been holding back barreling through me with such force I scream, riding that high as my breathing comes out more like a sob.
Jace doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter from the steady pistoning into my pussy.
Another orgasm follows the first, until I’m a writhing, sobbing mess.
“Fuck, babe, your pussy is so tight, gripping me like it’ll never let go.
” Finally, his movements become erratic, his breathing hitches, then I feel him twitch inside me as he fills me with warm cum.
It pushes me over once more and I climax, clamping on his cock as it fills me.
My vision goes dark and my legs nearly give out.
“Never, fuck, I’ll never get enough of you, babe,” Jace breathes out, kissing along my spine, bending over me, enveloping me in all of him. As Jace pulls out, gravel crunches out front.
“Shit!” I squeal, grabbing for my shorts. Jace does the same. Just as I’m pulling my pants up, some of his cum begins to run down my leg.
“None of that,” he says, pushing it back inside me with two fingers.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My pussy is sore from the pounding, but his fingers massaging his release back inside of me has me panting.
Once everything is back where it should be, as he says, he pulls my shorts up, patting my panties like that will help keep his seed inside of me.
“Open up,” he drawls in my ear. I do and he pushes those fingers coated in his cum into my mouth.
“Hmmm.” I’m going to need more of that. I moan, licking his fingers clean just as footsteps reach the front porch.
“I’ll get that.” Jace strolls out of the kitchen all nonchalant, leaving me standing there wrecked and thoroughly fucked.