Page 32 of Harper's Song

“Will we?” she asks. “Will we, Jax? Because the last time we spoke, you pretty much told me to forget you since we’ll never be together again. And now you’ve crashed back into my life… and don’t get me wrong, it was at exactly when I needed you most… but you just expect us to pick up as though none of that happened and you won’t even tell me why…”

Her voice started cracking alarmingly while she was saying all that and fizzled out in a hoarse whisper. She really shouldn’t be talking. But I won’t say that since it will just set her off even worse.

“I told you why,” I say. “I found out you’re in danger.”

“Bullshit,” she croaks, then clears her throat a few times and tries to say more.

When it doesn’t work, she leaps out of bed and goes to the bathroom to gulp water straight from the tap.

She’s bending over the small sink, her short-shorts are riding so high that half her ass is showing, and her breasts swaying like two ripe peaches. It’s damn near impossible to keep myself from grabbing her, ripping her clothes off and burying my cock deep inside her and keeping it there for the rest of the day.

I’ve never been a good boy.

Except for Harper.

And right now, I don’t know how much longer I can keep that up.

“It’s not bullshit,” I tell her.

She stops drinking and turns to me, drops of water running down her perfect red lips and chin, and right down her neck and into the crevice between her breasts. She’s talking and her eyes are shooting all sorts of fireballs but I heard none of what she said.

Eight months in prison is hard, especially if it’s a woman like Harper that you left behind.

“Are you listening to me?” she croaks.

I grin at her instead of admitting I wasn’t, which just turns up the flames of her anger to nuclear level.

“I am so sick of your bullshit, Jax,” she croaks and I know she’d be waking up this whole motel if her voice wasn’t damaged. “What’s even real with you and what’s a lie? Was anything you ever told me the truth? Did you lie when you said you loved me? I can’t tell anymore. You come here, not because you want me or love me, oh no, at least you don’t say it… no you come here with some far-fetched story about me being in more danger—”

All I heard was that she thinks I don’t love her and that I never did. And that she thinks I wouldn’t literally move a mountain to be with her if I could.

I have no words to explain how I feel about her. I never had. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t die for her.

Doesn’t mean I can’t show her how I feel.

Doesn’t mean I can live with the fact that she’s given up on me. I can’t.

She stiffens as I grab the sides of her perfect face and kiss her as hard as I've ever done. She was still talking as our lips met, and as her hands pressed into my chest the fear that she would push me away just as I finally got the taste I’ve been craving for months, that I spent all night thinking about, that is the only thing that quenches my thirst.

She doesn’t push me away. She digs her nails into my chest and kisses me back, melts into me as our tongues entwine and lock together and all that charged, angry lustful air between us becomes a physical thing, a strong wind beating at me from all sides, inside and out.

One taste will never be enough.

And right now, I couldn’t stop at just a kiss if I tried. Especially as her soft yet callused and strong fingers slide across my abs and to the drawstring of my sweat pants.

I break the kiss and use the last atom of my self-control to ask, “This is what you want?”

I’m not even worried about her saying no. Her eyes are soft with lust, yet hard at the edges.

“Yes, you know I do,” she whispers. “But just once, I wish you’d use your words instead of—”

It’s all I needed to hear and I kiss her again, letting go completely, losing myself in the only person that makes me wish I was better than I am. The only person that ever truly made me feel good enough. Even when I know I’m not.

But all that is distant, far removed from the smell and taste of her exploding in every pore of my body. I’ll go insane if I’m not inside her in the next two seconds. Literally crazy.

I twirl her around and press her against the wall as I yank those tiny shorts off, her perfectly round, bouncy ass finally something I can touch again after all these months of only seeing it in my memories.

I run my thumb across the velvety skin between her cheeks as I kiss her neck. The moan that escapes her mouth is more a purr and I feel it deep in my chest.

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