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“What will we call the speakeasy?” Tyler asks.
“I don’t know.”
We’ll need to find a good name, but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. I’m so fucking ecstatic that Tyler is on board with this plan. There’s no one I want to do this with more.
“So… Harper.” I turn down the music, broaching the real topic that needs to be discussed during our drive. “Good night? You look like an idiot, smiling so much.”
We both laugh. Tyler lowers his legs from the dashboard and sits up properly. “Fuck, man, it was the best night of my life. I have everything to thank you for. I’m serious. None of this would have happened without you.”
“Just doing my big brother duties.”
“She gives the best fucking head.”
“I know.” I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing, because my god, this is fucked up. And yet, I don’t want to stop talking about Harper with him.
“I teased her with the flame of this Zippo, running it close to her skin. She was so sensitive that she came without physical contact.”
My hands clench around the wheel. My cock strains in my pants. Ineedto get her alone.
“You were right—she doesn’t come as hard when it’s one on one,” Tyler says. “She enjoys it, but when it’s the three of us, it’s like she hits a whole new level of pleasure. You sure you can’t do a threesome? Think about how fucking hot it would be.”
Without a doubt, it would be the hottest thing ever. I would enjoy ittoomuch. I lied when telling Harper and Tyler a threesome with them is too far for me. Theo and I once fucked a girl at the same time. The sharing part is fun, but it’s watching the girl’s enjoyment that gets me off. I can only imagine how much more intense the experience would be with Tyler and Harper. I want it so fucking bad.
But there’s a boundary I need to keep with Tyler. If I give into the threesome, I’m afraid of what it will unleash within me.
Sighing, I run a hand through my hair, focusing on the road. “I can’t do it, bro.”
“Too weird. I get it. So, Harper’s virginity.”
“Any suggestions for how we choose who gets her first time?”
Tyler laughs. “Yeah, I have an idea.”
“All right. Let’s hear it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
HARPER
“What’s that smile for?”
Dad’s question makes my neck prickle.
Sex. I’m thinking about nothing but dicks and cum and orgasms and, oh my gosh, this is awkward. I’m in a constant state of arousal because of Felix and Tyler. My panties are always soaked.
“Just something funny Cindy said.”
“It’s nice to see you smile,” Dad says, struggling to collapse my mother’s easel.
We’re in the beach house’s conservatorium, packing away Mom’s art supplies. This was her favorite room in the house to paint. She filled it with flowers and geometric terrarium plants. Mom said the glass walls and ceiling always offered perfect lighting.
“So, have you made any plans to see Paul?”
I sigh, packing Mom’s paint brushes into a box. “You only spoke to me about this last night. I haven’t had a chance to even think about Paul.”
“Right. Of course. I’m getting ahead of myself. Will youhelp me with this easel? I can never remember the trick to folding it.”
My attention catches beyond the window to Felix and Tyler arriving in the Jeep.
