Page 107 of My Favorite Secret
A week has passed since we all had sex right where they’re sitting. That night started horrendous, with Harper in serious danger, followed by the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced.
I told myself I would never cross that line, butsomething snapped within me—an overwhelming urge to show Harper that me and Tyler will always protect and care for her. Words weren’t enough. I needed to fill her at the same time as Tyler did. The sex was instinctual.
Since that night, everything has changed between the three of us and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no more taking turns of Harper. I don’t ask for privacy anymore. We’re always all together. It’s wrong but I’ve stopped giving a shit.
All I feel is a deep sense of peace. Harper ties the three of us together in a way no one else would understand.
“You look pissed off.” Tyler breaks my thoughts, his voice soft enough to not disturb Harper while she sleeps.
Hatred toward Paul Ferguson must be etched onto my face. I meet Tyler’s gaze in the mirror. “Iampissed off. I want to kill that piece of shit.”
The only reason I haven’t killed Paul is because being caught for homicide would tear me away from Harper.
None of us have heard from him since the party. I’m sure he’ll never try anything on Harper after how broken I left him on the ground. But it doesn’t put me at ease that he’s still out there.
“Paul needs to be behind bars,” I say.
“We’ve already spoken about this.”
We have and I’m still frustrated over the outcome. Tyler and I want Harper to reclaim her power by reporting Paul’s attack to the police. But each time we try to encourage her, she says she needs time to process everything that happened and isn’t ready to give an official statement.
Sometimes, she doubts if she should go to the police at all. She’s worried about her father and the negative impact this could have on the promotion he’s striving for at work.Harper says he deserves something good in his life after losing Clara.
She’s also afraid Paul will reveal the three of us are involved. Tyler and I have told her multiple times we don’t care if we need to go public with our relationship. But she insists her father will never accept us.
“I can’t sit around and do nothing about Paul,” I say, focusing back on the road. “This isn’t just about Harper. What if Paul does this to some other girl?”
“I know. I want Harper to report Paul too, but we can’t force her into it. She’s ashamed and worried about her father. All we can do is keep encouraging her to report him.”
I don’t understand how Harper can be ashamed when she did nothing wrong. She’s a victim in this situation. She hasn’t even told Cindy about the incident and she tells that girl everything.
My teeth grind, being reminded of Cindy. I fucking hate that girl. What kind of person leaves their friend alone at a party? She’s a terrible friend but Harper gets defensive every time I say so.
According to Cindy, the party didn’t last long after we left. Someone called the cops and everyone fled. Cindy didn’t even get a chance to sleep with the guy she ditched Harper for.
“Hey, baby,” Tyler whispers.
I glance back to the mirror, finding Harper with a sleepy smile. Her eyes land on me as she snuggles closer to Tyler.
I slip my hand back over the center console, stroking her leg. “Good sleep?”
She licks her lips, laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just had a sex dream I want to recreate.”
I smirk. She’s such a horny little thing, even in her sleep.
There’s so much fucking that goes on within this household that it’s no stretch to say Harper has either Tyler’s or my cum in her during all times of the day. Often, both. She’s been too tender to try taking us at the same time again. But she still participates in group activities. She loves being fucked by one of us while sucking the other off.
I thought I had a high sex drive, but Tyler outdoes me. He’s so addicted to Harper that I’ll often wake during the middle of the night or early morning to find them fucking beside me. Sometimes, Harper is giving him head. They’ll see me watching but don’t stop. They keep at it like animals, working themselves to an orgasm while I fuck my fist to the sight.
“We need details of this dream, Princess,” Tyler says.
“It was like how we had sex in this Jeep, but you two had switched places. Tyler, you had my ass. Felix was in front of me. And we were in the maze.”
I’m already hard thinking about it. I stroke her leg with praise. She quivers from my touch.
