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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
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
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
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
Harper 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
LevyAnd finally, she sleeps. Her head is on my shoulder, and it feels exactly where it should be, even though I shouldn’t quite like it as much as I do I can’t help but love the way the warmth radiates of her soft cheek on my shoulder.Should I drape an arm around her? Would it look too much like we’re lovers? I know we’re not but still what would the nurses think? They can clearly see I am old enough to be her father, albeit a young father. Hell, thirty-eight isn’t old but the way I feel sometimes having gone through fatherhood with Dylan from a very young age and losing my wife Lilly, there are days when I feel old, like proper old.She breathes softly, it’s fast becoming my favorite sound the way she makes these adorable, cute noises. I consider recording her to listen to her when I lay in my lonely bed at night, when this hospital ordeal is over.A nurse passes us by and smiles warmly at me. She must think that Harper is my daughter. Fuck it, I’m putting my arm around her more fo
HarperHis lips are soft and warm like fluffy pillows, I am losing myself in them. He tastes of the bitter hospital coffee but it doesn’t put me off and he is responding as he places a hand behind my head like he is cradling it. I love the feel of his large hand holding me to him. I moan as his tongue runs along my bottom lip; I want this man all of him.I want to tear his T-shirt off him and check out his body and run my hands on his firm pecs and down his sculpted abs, because I know Levy works out all the time. He has a home gym in one part of his triple garage, and I have seen his body when I’ve been spying on him from across the street through my bedroom window, wondering what it would be like to feel his rock hard body under my fingers.Warmth creeps up through my center as my pussy gets wet just from us kissing. Imagine what it would feel like if his tongue was delving in and out of my slit. I groan again. His tongue explores my mouth as I allow him entry, he delves it in furthe
LevyThe touch of her skin against my finger has my pulse racing and shoots a bolt of electricity right through me. It almost takes me back, but her news is overwhelming, her mother is awake. I can’t tell you how relieved I am for her and her sister. It could have gone any which way.“That’s amazing, Harper.” I am quick to withdraw my hand from her chin and remove my other hand from her knees. The tautness of her legs encased in her jeans under my hand is too much for me to take. Why am I feeling like this? I feel bad. I ought to know better than to even touch her, she’s eighteen years younger than me for God’s sake. My friends would have a field day with this, not to mention Dylan.“I know,” she breathes out, tears prick her eyes. I want to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears and hold her into my chest and kiss those full, cherry lips of hers that are driving me crazy. Then she bites on her lower lip and it’s almost making me come undone. I have to stand up and move away.“We can’t
LevyI have been awake most of the night thinking about this whole damn shitshow of a situation. Harper is absolutely right. I need to tell her. After all, if I want a relationship with her that is long-term based on trust, openness and honesty, then Harper deserves to know everything about me and what happened back then.Hell, I’ve carried the guilt and burden of this on me for eighteen years and I need to tell Dylan. My insides churn and I am not a man who suffers easily with a churning stomach. But all of a sudden, I feel like I have way too much to lose.Throwing the rest of the dregs of the black coffee down the sink, I swill out the mug and leave it on the side for later. I’ve got an early start to go meet up with the guys but first I need to drop in and see Harper before she goes off with Taylor to pick up her mother.Dammit, I missed her warm body in bed with me last night. I love the way she snores lightly; it’s like she blows bubbles in her sleep. When she is with me at nigh
HarperI let the tears fall as soon as he left the house. And I am beating myself up for pushing him so hard. It’s not like I don’t trust Levy, of course I do. But whatever is worrying him - which it is, because I could see the angst written all over his face – he needs to tell me.It upsets me that he is treating me like a child, although I know he regards me as an equal and an adult it just doesn’t feel like it right now. God, all these conflicting emotions are too much to handle.A gentle knock to my door, I lift my head and wipe my tears away. “Can I come in, Sis?” Taylor asks from the other side. I’m sitting cross legged on the bed clutching one of my favorite Teddy bears from when I was a kid. Back when things were normal and I had a non-alcoholic and junkie mother. Oh, and a father.“Yes,” I mumble. The door opens and Taylor comes in.“Are you okay? I couldn’t help but over hear most of it.”“I’m fine, it’s not like we’ve broken up or anything. I just need some space. He’s trea
Levy There is no way I can say anything to her right now. All I am going to do is give my woman something else to fucking worry about. Her plate is full right now with her mother coming home tomorrow morning. It is my job to protect her and keep her from harm. Only now with the latest hate message, it is going to be difficult.Some cunt has got it in for me and I am going to find out who the fuck it is. Lex is still on it with his guy. Roger said he would sniff around our old stomping ground and see if anyone is willing to talk. Some fucker will know who is behind this.Harper sits beside me looking at me like she is delving right into my soul. It kind of makes me want to pull back. I cannot have her reading my mind. “Listen sweetheart,” I begin only to be given an arched eyebrow.“Do not call me sweetheart in that tone.”Huh, I always call her sweetheart. Shit, I’m all out of practice in handling mad as hell women and right now I can see dragon fire coming out of her ears. It’s damn
HarperBeing with Levy is the best feeling in the world as I sit at my kitchen island as he preps a dinner for Taylor and I. Dylan said he would try and come over but wants to catch up on his studies since he had to miss a few nights due to his football practice. Between football and Lacey, he isn’t getting much time to be with us. Or maybe he is still weirded out by me dating his daddy. Can’t say I blame him.“So, you girls excited for the morning?” Levy asks as he sautés the onions and mushrooms in the pan to go with the chicken for our fajitas. Taylor and I both nod, “yes, I can’t wait to finally see Momma again,” my younger sister says with enthusiasm. To be honest we have both missed Momma even though she was never like a mother to us after our father left. Who by the way we haven’t heard from for ages. That’s life, right. What can you expect? He’s gone on to have a new wife and children, I guess Taylor and I don’t really figure in his life anymore. His loss.“Aren’t we?” Taylo
LevyDamn, the way she looks right now; her face is radiant and her tan skin deserves to be kissed all over. Her legs wide open and her slit glistening waiting for my tongue to make contact as she squirms on the bed with anticipation.“Fuck, you are too beautiful, sweetheart. How did I get so lucky a second time around?” She giggles and lets out a sigh of contentment.“I’m the lucky one, Levy. You are so good to me and I absolutely adore you.”“Lay back and enjoy,” I tell her my voice gruff. She does as I say and lets her arms go one by one and lays on her back on the bed with her legs bent, feet on the bed. Gently I nudge my shoulders between them and kiss a thigh with butterfly kisses to her apex. She lets out a shudder, my dick responds in a micro second knowing that soon he will have all the pleasure of plunging into her warmth.My balls tighten and I swear to God, I could easily explode just looking at Harper and inhaling her musky yet sweet scent. I place my face closer to her p
HarperThe distinct rumble and roar of his bike hits my ears first as I finish up doing the dishes. Taylor swings round on the stool. “Is that Levy?” She hops off and runs through the lounge area to the front window.“Oh my God, he’s back.” Okay - my sister is so happy that Levy and I are together, it honestly warms my heart. Now she’s clapping her hands and looks more like a five-year-old at a Christmas party with lots of presents, than a fifteen going on sixteen-year-old.I throw the towel down that I was drying dishes with and go stand beside her. He pulls up on the drive out front, tuns of the bike and reaches up to remove his helmet. All that gorgeous hair of his spills out, he’s like something off a movie as it falls to his chin with natural waves. I cannot wait to run my fingers through his mane later this evening.“He looks tired,” Taylor says.“He does,” I agree as I move away and go to greet him at the front door.“Hey stranger,” I say as I open it and he comes towards me. I
LevyDid I sleep at all last night? The long and short answer is absolutely not, maybe an hour here and there.Too much shit was swimming around my mind. And you would think it was because of the threat towards me but no. It was the fact that I had stupidly up and left Harper without so much as offering my girl and explanation. What an utter douchebag and now I feel like a complete asshole.I rake my hand through my messed-up hair and then over the growth on my chin. When did I even last shave? There’s a knock at the room’s door. “Yeah?” I call out as I throw back the duvet and sling on my biker, black jeans. My chest is bare, my nipples peaked since there is no heating in the room and it’s not exactly a warm morning.“It’s Lex. Get your fat, lazy ass out of bed!” His voice is deep and rumbles, the cheeky fucker.“Fuck you, Man. I’ve been awake for hours,” I say as I unlock the door and swing it open. “Jeez did you not get much sleep either? You look like shit.”“Asshole,” he mutters
LevyI nod, what else can I say? It was a fucked-up scenario - one I keep trying to stop thinking about but it will never happen and even though Lex has urged me to go to therapy to handle it, that won’t happen either. The dark memories, the secret that only my brothers know – that will never go away.What if Harper finds out? What the fuck is she going to think of me then? Will she leave me? Fuck, I tip my glass to Finnegan to shoot me another shot. He does just that.My mobile vibrates in my pocket. I check; it’s Harper. “You gonna take that?” Lex says as he looks at me.“I don’t know what to say to her, Man. What can I say?”“How about the truth, always the best place to start,” Michael butts in.“Send her a message to at least say you are okay and with your brothers, that you’ll be home in a couple of days or something. Don’t leave her hanging, Man. That’s just a dickish, cowardly thing to do.” Lex is always right, how did he become the sensible one out of all of us? Guessing he j
LevyFuck, I thought I left my past behind but obviously not as I pull into the car park of the old, beaten-up shack Finnegan’s that we used to haunt as young men. I’m waiting for my guys to turn up as I take my helmet off and set it on the tank. My band has come out of my ponytail – I snap another one off my wrist and pull my hair that is chin length, into a knot on top of my head.And fuck too, that I had to leave Harper behind like I did. It was a damn, asshole move. The worst, what a shit thing to do. Send her a message. Dammit, I spit on the ground missing my beaten up, black biker boots.From my black biker jacket pocket, I pull out my mobile and read the message for something like the thousandth time.You killed him. Now it's your turn. Who has this number? It’s only used for my biker bros, Dylan, Harper and Taylor. Everyone else uses my work number. Someone must be dealing from the inside. And who the hell is it messaging me? Naturally when I messaged back to tell them to go