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I took a minute to admire her glistening pink slit before I rose from my seated position and made my way over to her. My balls were ready to burst even before I slid my shaft through her folds. But the instant her sweet nectar coated the tip of my cock, I was done. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard.
“Oh my god.” Harper cried out while clawing at the wood under her.
The pain in her tone was evident, but I didn’t give a shit. And neither did she, because the harder I hammered into her the harder her walls clenched around me. I’d barely started and she was already screaming my name. Now that I didn’t like.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled while pushing her face down against the table. “Your screams are mine.”
I didn’t want any of those jackasses out there to hear her. Harper’s pleasure was mine and mine alone. Unfortunately wood wasn’t a very good sound dampener. She was trying to swallow back her moans, but every time I’d drive into her, one would slip out. The third time she called out my name I’d had enough. I pulled out of her heat long enough to flip Harper around so I could slam her back against the wall and clamp my hand over her mouth.
That’s better.
“Fuck I love your tight little cunt.”
I thrust in and grunted as her walls fluttered around me. This was how I wanted to die. Hard as fuck and buried deep inside the most perfect pussy on the planet. The beast came out full force. Barrelling through any logical thought I had to drag me into a feral cloud of lust and desire. There was no gentleness or tender touches as I pounded into Harper, and she loved every second of it.
She ground her hips and begged for more of what only I could give her. Oh, and I gave it to her. I fucked her against the wall, on the table, chair, the bar in the corner, and any other surface I could find. Then I stood up and palmed her ass, bouncing her up and down on my cock. until my knees buckled as I shot my load and we collapsed on the ground.
That’s when I knew how truly fucked I was.
This girl wasn’t just made for me, she was my kryptonite. The thing I’d rip my own heart out to taste. Yes, I was an addict, and Harper Callaghan was my drug of choice. No rehab in the world could help me with that.
* * *
“Huh?”Silas glanced back at me. “You have a visitor.”
I peeked over Silas’s shoulder and grumbled under my breath at the guy leaning against a navy blue Audi parked in my driveway. Fucking great. This was the last thing I needed.
“Fucking Callaghan.” Sighing, I looked down at Harper – who was asleep with her head on my lap, and swept my hand over her forehead. “Wake up, Freckles.”
Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The asshole was bound to show up sooner or later. At the very least, this shit should be interesting.
“Are we home?” Harper yawned and rubbed her eyes.
“Yeah.” My glare met Callaghan’s through the windshield as Silas pulled to a stop. “And your brother’s here.”
“What?” Harper shot up.
The smile that washed over her face before she jumped out of the Hummer wasn’t dulling my hatred for her brother any. Then she had to go and throw her arms around him, like he was the greatest person in the world. Fuck him. Why did he get a hug like that? Prick.
Silas tipped his chin at me. “You want me to stick around?”
“Nah.” My gaze shifted to Star dozing in the passenger seat. “I got this.”
He arched a brow while I fought to stop my hands from fisting.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I said and stepped out. “Take your girl home.”
I have to go pry mine off her brother, and maybe kick his ass a bit.
Silas nodded and drove off, leaving me alone to watch Harper fawn over her brother.
“I missed you so much.”
Oh please.
I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like Sean just got home from war. He just went to college. The only thing that stopped me from charging over there and ripping them apart was the look on Callaghan’s face. Harper was happy to see her brother, but I don’t think he felt the same.
