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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
HarperHe smells so good as I hold his head against mine with my arms tightly wound around his neck. The feel of his bristles on my skin excites me, they’re soft and not at all scratch like I imagined them to be. And his mouth is divine, tasting of coffee. The way he smells of citrus and something muskier is intoxicating to my senses, sending a memo straight to my core.A direct hit, it makes me ache like something I have never experienced before. This is Levy, a man, pure one hundred percent masculine. So different from Dylan and the other boys I have kissed growing up. Levy is pure bred MAN.His tongue slides easily into my mouth, let’s face it I am not putting up any resistance. I have been dying to kiss this man for months and months. I can’t even pinpoint when I started to notice him differently other than Dylan’s father. Something just changed in the way I’d look at him, the way my body would crave for him to touch me.The fantasies at night imagining his large hands covering my
LevyWhat was I thinking? I must have been insane to be that close to her especially with Dylan waiting up for me. I need to shake myself or slap myself. She is way too young for me, let alone all the other complications. But damn, she lives in my head, she fills up my senses. I just can’t get enough of being around Harper.“Hi Dad. Did Harper get in alright?” I slip out of my Timberland boots and nod.“Yeah, her mother work up but they wouldn’t let her see her, so I brought her home. Besides, her sister needs her too.”“I was going to pop over and see her.” Lacey stands behind him with a small smile on her face. Man, these kids need to be up for college and it’s past midnight.“I think she’ll be fine. They need to be up early. Taylor has school, Harper will miss college for the day and go be by her mother. You both need to call it a night too. I know you’re twenty-one Dylan, but you have to focus on your classes tomorrow.”“I’ll skip out of here, no problem. I’m sorry I’ve stayed so
LevyOkay I think I am getting in way too deep, but I simply cannot stop kissing her. Her lips taste of coconut, it must be the balm she applied after dinner. Who knew I’d like coconut so much, right now it is rapidly becoming my favorite flavor. Hell, I am going to have coconut everything – water, cake, muffins you name it, that is what it’s going to be.Her tongue slides along my bottom lip, she draws between her teeth and my cock begs me to fist it and do something the hell with it. I can hear her almost panting into my mouth. Since when were kisses this amazing?Slowly she retreats, I loosen the hold around her waist and rest my forehead on hers. “Wow, you sure know how to kiss a girl, Levy. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.” Now that makes my chest puff out, which man wouldn’t like to hear those words? Damn I feel proud of myself.She takes my hand and lowers herself to the rug I’ve laid in the back. “Come on lay down beside me.” Is that such a good idea, I mean my hands migh
HarperWe say goodbye to his friend and wife. Levy places a hand to my lower back and guides me out of the restaurant. I enjoy the firmness and warmth through my clothes. Tingles are vibrating like crazy inside me. As we get to his truck, he beeps the fob to unlock the doors then opens the passenger side for me to hop in.I wait for him to get in. He places the key in the ignition and presses the button to turn the engine over. Heat instantly pumps out. “I really enjoyed the meal, Levy, just wanted to let you know.”His eyes smile back at me, his lips upturned. I like the skin creasing around his eyes. Levy pats my thigh, “good, I’m pleased you enjoyed it. They’re really nice, solid people. Been through a lot with me and Lilly.”“I can imagine,” I say wanting his hand to travel further up my thigh to my seam, however, we are parked in front of his friend’s restaurant. Not appropriate.“Can we stop off on the way back? It’s not too late and Taylor will be fine on her own in the house.”
LevyHoly Moly, what in the hell do I do? This girl is a firecracker, and she is making my dick strain in my pants. She’s sitting there looking all confident and sassy, licking her bottom lip. I want to bite that damn lip and suck on it, explore her filthy mouth with my tongue. But… we are on a first date. I still can’t get over that I am on a date. With a girl who is just twenty. Who is my son’s ex-girlfriend. Would people wonder if she is my daughter or something?As if she can read my mind, Harper says, “hey you look miles away. What are you thinking? Or are you wondering what I do when I think about you at night in my bedroom?”I almost choke on my Light Bud, managing to salvage myself from making a complete fool out of myself. “I think we should talk about something different, don’t you?”“Not really. You have no idea how long I have waited to get out with you. Levy you should know that since Dylan and I broke up and I grew up some, I have been fantasizing about you almost every
HarperOh my gosh you need to see Levy’s face, he is blushing. A burly biker with tatts up and down his arms is blushing like a kid. It’s adorable. “Harper do not push me. I am taking you on a soft date, not a necking in my truck session. Fuck,” he says as he runs his hands through his hair which is down and hangs to his chin. Usually, he wears it up in a man bun but this with his corkscrew curls is way sexier. His warm eyes are, however, dark and I can see that my words have brought something in him back to life.“What?” I feign innocence, “it’s just a random question, Levy. Chill. Seriously, I wouldn’t let any man fuck me on the first date.” He huffs out a breath.“Good, because I am seriously out of practice to be honest, Harper. I haven’t dated in a long time not since Lilly. Which was a while ago, before Dylan was born.”“Come off it, Levy I know you go out with women. I’ve seen a few on the back of your bike.” It’s true and each time I wanted to drag them off by their hair billow
LevyI read the message from Harper.Can you meet me at the corner? Taylor is not going on her sleepover, and I don’t want her to find out I am coming out with you on a date. It is too soon, and you know what a blabber mouth my kid sis can be!Sure np, see you in ten.It is the longest ten minutes of my life as I sit in my truck on the corner of the road, with the heating on so the truck is warm for when Harper arrives. I even put the heated seat on for her. Who knows if they can even afford the heating at home right now.Am I doing the right thing? Fuck, I am nervous like a school kid. In fact, I can’t quite recall the last time I had so much anxiousness at waiting for a date. A date at my age, jeez. Should I let her know this isn’t a good idea? Am I even ready after the loss of Lily? I know my best mate says I need to get back out there but there is still part of me that feels guilty. Some have said that I have survivor’s guilt. I guess that is possible having nursed and been there
HarperJeans, right. Okay I can do jeans but I’m not wearing some cruddy top. I want to dress to impress. In fact, I want Levy’s eyes to bug right on out of his head. I know he’s used to women older than me but that doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. I am not some kid-bimbo type of girl either, I am confident, sassy and downright smart. Oh boy, Levy has no idea what kind of woman I can be.From my wardrobe I pull out some bootleg, Miss Sixty jeans they will sit snugly around my ass and are low waist. Now what sort of top? I am thinking maybe I should layer since it is much cooler in the evenings at the moment and we might be eating out on a terrace. I have a cute lacey body that I can wear underneath, with an aquamarine off the shoulder top that brings out the color of my eyes nicely. Lacie always tells me that it suits me but since I haven’t been going out too much lately, it hasn’t been worn a whole bunch.“Hey you in there, Sis?” I hear Taylor’s voice on the hallway. I open t
HarperCollege is a huge drag today and it seems as if all I am doing is watching the clock. I am desperate to get out and go see my momma in the hospital then get ready for my date with Levy tonight. I am hoping he thinks it is a date too.What if he is just being nice to me? You know because he’s known me since I was a kid and because I am Dylan’s bestie and ex-girlfriend. “Are you even focusing right now?” Lacie asks me as I doodle on my notebook.“What? Yeah of course.”“It doesn’t look like it, you seem distracted.”“Well, you know my momma did just take an overdose and is in the hospital,” that is of course part of the reason – I don’t need to mention Levy. Nobody is going to understand in any case. And I want it to be a secret. Especially if it turns out he hasn’t got the same intentions about to night that I have.Hey listen, I don’t mean necking in his truck or pulling my panties down begging him to take me. I want to get to know him, I want him to have a nice evening. Levy h
LevyIt’s hitting three in the afternoon, and I have finished for the day, Carl was left in charge whilst I ran some errands. Dylan arrives just after I have put a fresh pot of coffee on. I’m eating a slice of toast with homemade jam from my mother. She loves to spoil me and is always making me something. It kind of makes me feel guilty since I don’t get over to see her quite as often as I should. Mom has a key and lets herself in when she feels like popping over.“Hey, Dad. How was your day?” He slips off his Nike’s and comes into the kitchen throwing his bag on the island and his keys next to it. Kid has not gotten the hang of not dumping shit on the counters or the island. It makes me smile though; I wouldn’t have him any other way.“It was good, got a lot of work done. Taken on a few vintage bikes to fix up and turn around. Thinking of opening a biker’s café.” Dylan takes a seat, and I hand him a mug of coffee now it is ready.“A biker’s café,” he lets out a low whistle. “That’s a
HarperLacey, Tillie and Mylee are already waiting for me by the entrance to college. “Did you organize this?” I turn and ask Dylan as he pulls up outside the entrance. It’s like having my own personal chauffeur, not that I am complaining or anything.“I may have messaged them, yes,” he says smiling. I reach out and touch his cheek.“Ever the thoughtful and kind, Dylan. Thanks so much. I can’t wait to see them.” I hop out the car as soon as he has it parked and run towards my girls. Each wrap their arms around me and hold me tightly, the lump in my throat aches as I hold back the tears.“Are you okay?” Mylee asks me, concern in her baby blue eyes. I nod unable to speak right now and swallow hard. Maybe if I swallow it’ll make the lump go away. No such luck. Oh, fuck I may start crying right here and everyone will see what a hot mess I am. “You sure? Let’s go somewhere else. Ladies,” Mylee says as she ushers me away from the group hug, down the corridor where we have to dodge it seems