Twenty-year old Harper hasn't had much luck in life so far. Her mother is a drunk and a junkie and a serial dater, her father left them when she was five years old. Harper has never had a father figure, she only has her mother's boyfriends to go by. When her relationship with Dylan comes to an end, she is left devastated, lonely and filled with a longing to have someone who can make her feel whole, loved and protected. Dylan's father, Levi has been divorced for two years, he's hurting badly and wants a woman in his bed to take away the pain and loneliness. Harper is always at his house, the kid that was dating his only son and he can't help looking at her in a way he shouldn't. He knows she is way too young for him, he's thirty-seven and knows better but he can't resist her infectious smile, the way she laughs not to mention the way she looks. Can there be happiness between two people who are nineteen years apart, what will people think, what will his only son think? He must stay away from her at all costs, it could spell trouble for him. Only, Harper can't stay away from Levi he's everything she has dreamt off. He's powerful, strong and protective. He calls her Sunflower and takes care of her. He cooks for her, drives her to college and even buys her clothes. He's gorgeous, handsome, rugged and rides a motorbike. He's dangerous in so many ways but the hand of temptation is too much to resist.
View MoreHarper I’m not prepared at all for how my mother looks. She’s hooked up to all sorts of machines and looks, well kinda grey. Her face has lost all its color, her eyes are closed. Taylor lets out a little whimper. I squeeze her hand.“Hey, it’ll be okay. Momma is in the right place, the best place for her right now. She’ll make it. She’s just been through a lot. Stay strong, Kiddo.”She wipes her tears from her face with her free hand, nods and gives me a slight smile. “There’s my girl. Levy is going to help us. When she’s done at the hospital and they let her out, he’s got her a placed booked at the best residential drug rehab place.”“Is he paying for it?” Her voice is a whisper. “We can’t afford that?”“Yes, he is. He said he’d take care of whatever we needed.”“That’s a lot, right? I mean he’s only our neighbor even if you did date Dylan for a few years.”“He’s a nice guy, Taylor. That’s what neighbors do for one another.” She raises her eyebrows. Okay, I get it. She thinks there
LevyI hate the smell of hospitals; I’ve been in them way too many times for my liking. Mostly during my youth when I played football in high school. Man was I always at the hospital, I even had a busted jaw once. That hurt like hell and back.Later in my young adult life I was in hospital when I fractured my arm and another time when I busted up my shoulder coming off my bike, a drunk driver had collided with me, and I was in bad shape. Stuck in the damn place for a week. The driver was fined and put away for a short stint. He could have killed me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I always have my wits about me and don’t drive like a lunatic, it could have ended a lot worse for me.We’re sitting outside in the waiting room, it’s stale with cream walls some fancy paintings of flowers hang, mostly on canvas. They’re kind of neat if you’re into that sort of thing. It’s not for me, I mean I appreciate art but I’m not gung-ho about it. Let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t step inside an art gal
HarperAnd I meant it. I did like his hands on me at his house. as his large, calloused hands touched me. But now my mind is on my momma. She’s so poorly and it looks as if she might have OD’d. I mean, shit. This isn’t what my sister and I are supposed to be going through, we know that.More to the point, my m0mma shouldn’t be going through this either. Nothing was the same when my daddy took off and left us. He’s a good man, but he just couldn’t take it no more and my mother was always a drinker until daddy left.Then it got a whole lot worse, and she hit the bottle even more, and started using soft drugs then harder stuff. It scares me to see her looking so pale and so frail as they put her on a stretcher thing and load her into the back of the ambulance. Meanwhile, Levy stays by my side. Damn I want him to put his arm around my shoulders, but he doesn’t. I guess he thinks it’d be weird.Fuck’s sake, I am a woman not a kid. I’m twenty, almost twenty-one. Beside me my kid sister is h
LevyThis girl is going to be the death of me yet. The way her ass moves, the way I want to slide my arms around her small waist and pull her against my chest and to feel my erection growing in my pants. But I can’t, she has to be off limits to me, and I am doing everything I can do prevent myself from doing something totally stupid. Only, it isn’t easy I can tell you that much.Jeez, what would my friends think if they knew I had a boner and the hots for a girl eighteen years younger than me not to mention, Dylan’s ex-girlfriend? Oh, and his best friend. I shake my head as she opens the front door to her house across the street.I notice that the woodwork needs painting, the window frames could do with sanding, revarnishing or maybe a lick of paint too. I make mental notes about the exterior, it’s clear that her mother doesn’t have the kind of money needed to bring this house back to life again. It won’t take me much to repair what needs doing or do some painting. It could be fresh an
HarperI can’t stop staring at Levy, even the way he eats pizza is a turn on, and don’t even get me started on him licking his lips and savouring every bite, damn he is a panty dropping guy that’s for sure.“You want us to come round later, too?” Dylan asks between mouthfuls of pizza. I shake my head, I kind of want Levy all to myself not that anything can happen. Look, I’m not that dumb okay, my ma will be around, and my sister should be back from practice in any case. But Dylan being around when I have fantasies about his daddy, it, well even I admit it feels wrong. Not guilty, I don’t feel that, but just awkward.I didn’t set my way on fancying Levy it just happened, I would notice him in his tight, black jeans the ones I love with tears in them and the way he wears a T-shirt makes me go weak at the knees and giddy. I bet Levy when he fucks a woman, he brings her to a firework, stars and bright white lights type of orgasm. Okay, now I have to clench my thighs together.Lacey looks s
LevyListening to them all chat shit about their music, most of the groups I haven’t even heard of or the artists and their college work, hits me right in the fucking gut, it highlights just how much of an age gap there is between Harper and myself. Jeez, eighteen years, I feel like an old crumbly just looking at her and sneaking glances at her in my rearview. Oh, fuck now I’m turning into some pervert, and feverishly try recalling all the couples out there that are in age gap relationships. Why couldn’t this be forward in time when she’s at least thirty and I’m forty-eight it just sounds better. Doesn’t it?We arrive back at mine in around twenty-five minutes, I had to stop to get fuel - this truck of mine drinks it and even though I ought to consider getting a more environmentally friendly one, as Dylan keeps banging on and on about, I’d be sad to see this go. My father owned it and had it since he first learned to drive, so yeah, it has plenty of sentimental value.Dylan, Lacey and
HarperOh boy is Levi hot right now. His arm is hanging out of the truck, and I can see the veins literally popping in his forearms and those tatts and that dark ink that runs up to the bottom of his T-shirt sleeve is sure making me want to squeeze my thighs together. “Are you okay? You look, well like red, are you blushing or something?” Dylan asks me.“Huh? What?” I stammer, fuck am I giving myself away. And yes, I am hot and steamy not to mention I bet if he were to look, he’d see my nipples behaving like beaming headlights as they are straining against my lace bra and my thin, worn T-shirt.“You, dummy, you look like you’re hot and bothered.” He glances at me again; I shift on my feet and bite my lower lip as Levi pulls the truck to stop in front of where we are standing. I notice as his intense eyes scan me up and down, oh fuck, now I’m really blushing that kind of beetroot blushing. I am supposed to be playing it cool but trust me there is no way I can play cool around this man.
LeviSeeing Harper with kids the age of my own son just makes me feel like some freakin old pervert, yet I can’t help that I like her, I think I like her way too much. It’s not just that she’s simply stunning but she is smart too and so damn nice. Polite as well and it can’t be easy looking after her mama and her younger sister. She’s got it so rough that I honestly want to take her under my arm and protect that girl, offer her some help and sure I like her a lot. Like I said, it’s not natural to want to be with a girl who is eighteen years younger than you. Some would seriously frown on that.Hell, I know, I know there are plenty of folks out there who are in age-gap relationships but honestly, could I seriously actually date Harper? Fuck’s sake she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend and how do you suppose Dylan would react if he knew I had some massive crush or whatever the kids call it these days?Heat rises inside my loins just seeing her in those tight jeans of hers and that cute ass high a
Harley Monday came round way too soon for my liking, I spent most of the weekend daydreaming about Levi and wishing I was living with him instead of being at home trying to take care of my mother and my sister, Taylor.The college classes start in thirty minutes, I’m out front with Dylan. “You done your assignment?” he asks me, his brows furrowed.“Yeah, got it done, I think I’ll get a good grade. You?”“Same, it wasn’t a walk in the park though. Hey, wait I’ll catch up with you later, I spot Lacey I want to go talk with her.” Do I think it’s weird that my ex has a thing for my bestie? No, not really of course not, I mean I have the hots for his dad and then some. I swear, however, if Dylan found out, he’d probably not stay friends with me.I spot Tillie and Mylee two of my other close friends coming towards me, today they’re sporting skinny jeans and matching sweaters, cute. They often dress alike, don’t ask me why but it’s their thing and their clothes sure are cute. Their folks ha
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