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.”
HarperI watch as my mother lays sprawled out on the patchwork sofa drunk again. It is the story of my life, she has one arm hanging down to the ground and a practically empty bottle of booze, Vodka I think, I can’t see the label hugged to her chest. Funny how she can manage to clutch on to a bottle of booze and nothing else. Her breathing is low, I wonder if it will be her last breath, do I care? I should but my mother has been a drunk ever since I can remember and a junkie, not the heroine kind no she likes cocaine and her boyfriends that come and go are her suppliers. I swear she only hooks up with low life deadbeats for her next fix. But yes, I would care, because you know what she is my mother, and she is the only mother I’ve got.I want to shake her and wake her up, maybe if she’d managed to stay clean my father wouldn’t have left when I was just a kid, five years of age to be precise. It still hurts. I remember him holding me tightly to him and kissing me, telling me how much h
LeviI know it’s hot in the kitchen where I’m cooking but more to the point it’s Harper, that girl is all woman but there’s a problem she is just twenty years of age. Being anywhere near her is killing me that and she’s my boy’s ex-girlfriend. Fucked up, right? You bet it is.I’m old enough to be her dad, okay so being thirty-eight isn’t like ancient but I had Dylan when his mother and I were just kids ourselves at eighteen. We had an accident, but hell let me tell you, Dylan was the best accident in the world. We loved him like no tomorrow, he was our entire universe, and he still is mine.It hasn’t been easy. When Lilly died three years ago, it was hard to watch her suffer whilst the cancer ate away at her and I became the only parent to Dylan. To be honest, I had to be the main parent ever since Lilly first became sick. I stir the food.“So, Levi how’s it going?” Harper asks me, is she standing too close to me? I like the way my name sounds as she says it, like silk. I wonder even
HarperIt sure was fun watching Levi suffer like that. He’s a man, I know he’s tempted and best of all he’s an older man, a man with experience. All girls like that, right? A man who’ll know exactly what to do, not like boys. I love his broad shoulders and those sexy, black tattoos he has running up his arms, let me tell you he is such a turn on. I wonder how big his dick is and cannot wait to get home later tonight to play with my vibrator thinking about Levi fucking me.“Earth calling, Harper. Where’s your head at?” Dylan asks as he turns to look at me coming through his bedroom. It’s painted in sky blue with a double bed on the right, his writing and study desk on the left wall and he still has his dinosaurs on display from when he was a kid. Some things will never change.“Oh, nowhere.” I tell him as I flop myself down on the bed, dumping my bag with my books in it on the floor.“I know that look, is it a boy? Tell me, are you seeing someone new.”“Hell no. Are you seeing a girl?”
Levi“Night, Levi.” Harper calls out from the narrow hallway. How I kept it together through dinner I have no fucking idea. I rake my hands through my dark hair then reach for the band on my wrist and tie it up into my usual man-bun. Her voice is as sweet as honey and the way her ass moves as she walks to the door is not leaving much to my imagination, nor as those Daisy Duke shorts she’s wearing, if she were to bend down I’d be able to see the color of her damn panties. My dick hurts.“Night, Sunflower, take care of your mom when you get in and try get the bottle away from her. Hopefully with some food inside her she might get a good night’s sleep.”“Doubt it but I’ll try. You know what she can be like. She’s testy at the best of times.” Don’t I know it. I’ve had Harper’s mom shut the door on my face one too many times and Lilly, God rest her soul tried hard with Harper’s mom too.“She’s so cool, right, Dad?” I hear Dylan say as I shout out bye to Harper having given her a casserole
HarperDamn, Levi sure is hot. I can feel my wetness in my panties. Being so close to him was such a thrill. I’ve been fantasizing about that man for years, I know it’s wrong because I was dating Dylan but hell, tell me a girl who hasn’t fantasized about their boyfriend’s daddy at one point in their life.And anyway, it’s my business who I like and don’t like. I’m back home now, the house is quiet. My mother is where I left her, on the sofa. She needs help only I have no idea how to help her. My sister, Taylor and yes my mommy named her after Taylor Swift, is clearing up in the lounge as I step through the wooden door that needs mending. What my mommy needs is a good man to take care of her, but first we need to get her to clean up her act.Taylor and I have tried getting her to see a doctor, to go to a rehab clinic and to go attend AA meetings, but my mother just gives up. She think’s it’s way easier to drown in a bottle than put in the hard work and face up to her life and start sor
Levi“What’s got you this morning?” Daryl asks me as he lays on the floor by a Harley and assesses what needs doing. He’s a lanky guy with carrot red hair, we grew up together and when he needed a job having been laid off by the big bike dealer here in town I gave him a job. He’s been a good worker for me for the last few years.“Nothing, just stuff on my mind.” I tell him as I head over to the kettle on the workbench at the back of this unit. I’ve got several units here in town and in the next town too. My business does well as a repair shop for motorbikes of all description you name it we can fix it, my favorite is when I get a vintage classic come through the doors. We also tinker around fixing some old rust buckets up and sell them on. That’s where the real money is.“You could have fooled me boss, you’re stomping around like a bear with a sore head. Don’t tell me there’s a woman involved.” He chuckles, I snort.“A woman, behave Daryl since when do I date women? You know I’ve not
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
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
HarperButterflies are still zinging around in my stomach as I leave the hospital late morning. The nurses said momma needs to rest more and when she was lucid, she impressed that I was not to stay by her side and should get into college.She is right, I do have a project that needs finishing and a paper to write up that is due in tomorrow. I bet Dylan has already finished his, he is such an A-grade student. Not that I am not, I mean I get really good grades but if I can put of studying at the best of times then I will. I’d much rather be watching soppy romance movies, my favorite are the fake dating kind or enemies to lovers’ type and don’t even get me started on Hallmark movies. To die for.There are no more messages from Levy and I may just be slightly obsessed with checking my mobile every few minutes. Stop it, he is busy he has a business to run. Yeah, but it is difficult. Out in the car park it is bright and sunny, I tilt my face up to feel the sun beating down on it since it s