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Fuck!
Letting out a breath, I slid down closer and rested the back of my head on the wall of the tub. How did things get so fucked up? Micha and I were barely talking, Silas was pissed at me, and Lou… well, that was a whole clusterfuck all on its own. All that shit going on and the only thing I could think of, was bending Harper over the bathroom counter. My skin was literally itching for me to do it.
“Mason?”
Why the fuck did she have to talk?
I blew out a sigh and closed my eyes. “What?”
“Can I get out now?”
Did she just ask me permission? If my dick wasn’t hard before, it sure as hell was now.
Fuck my life.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Then she had to go and question my authority. If Freckles wasn’t careful, she would end up bent over the counter.
“Because I fucking said no,” I barked back at her.
She squeaked and shuffled away.
Well that won’t do.
While I didn’t have an issue, per say, with the space between us – it might give me some time to get myself in check – it was the point of the matter that made me grab her hair and pull her back. “Don’t move.”
My tone dared her to move. Just a little twitch or small shuffle. That would be all I needed. I liked punishing her. It would give me a reason to fuck her again without worrying about how sore she was. Because for some fucked up reason I gave a shit about that.
But Harper didn’t move. She stayed perfectly still like some obedient little pet that she was. Which wasn’t helping my situation any. I don’t think anything would help, except for feeling her sink down on my shaft. The wet skin of her waist was brushing against my thighs, shooting sparks of electricity up my legs.
My balls were aching for release while my dick bobbed in the water trying to get closer to her. Couldn’t be anymore than twenty minutes since I shot my load and I was half tempted to jerk off just to relieve some tension.
Or I could fuck her? Pull her on top of me and let that sweet silky cunt milk my cock. I could already feel her hands on me. Fingers wrapping tightly around my shaft while she stroked up and down. Wait…
I cracked an eye open and glanced down at the hand jerking me in the water. My hand. Fuck sakes. Pulling my arm away, I let out a frustrated breath and gripped the edge of the tub. Alcohol was an easier addiction than this shit. Maybe I should have a drink? Smoke a joint, or do a line, anything to take the edge off.
“Are you going to do that to me again?”
Ugh, her again. “Do what?”
“Um,” I felt her shuffle between my legs. “You know.”
That made my eyes pop open. “No, I don’t.”
“You know,” she whispered while peeking shyly over her shoulder at me. “What we just did.”
Aw, poor innocent little Freckles couldn’t even say it. Why was that so fucking hot?
I sat up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back into me so I could whisper in her ear. “What did we do?”
Nothing was as beautiful as the flush that crawled down her neck.
Harper quickly turned away from me and dropped her head. “It’s not important. Nevermind.”
Nevermind? What kind of crap was that? Suppose I shouldn’t expect anything else. She’d been feeding me bullshit for years. But no more. The time for lies and silence was over. If Harper had a question, then she was going to damn well ask it. Besides, I was dying to hear the word ‘fuck’ slip through those plump pink lips.
