HarperI put on my coat and turn to walk towards the garage door. Just as I turn, I feel Levy’s hand on my wrist, his touch warm and electrifying sending goosebumps along my arm. The man is looking intense, his eyes dark and brooding.“You know, Harper I would never tie you down, don’t you?” He looks sincere.“I know that, Levy and you aren’t. I want to be with you. Don’t ask me how this can happen so quickly but it’s all I have ever wanted for a long while. At first sure, I just wanted to have sex with you but now there is something deeper running through my body.” I bite my lower lip and lower my lashes.He takes his other hand and lifts up my chin, our eyes meet. Damn, it feels as if his eyes are looking right through my soul, scorching me and branding me from the inside. Intense, right?“I’m not sure what I am feeling right now either, Harper but it’s more than a quick fuck or two here or there. I don’t know how to really handle a friends with benefits situation. I’ve never done t
HarperDamn it - since when is she so perceptive? My blushing and not meeting my sister’s eyes is kind of a dead giveaway. I pull my lips to the side, another quirk I shouldn’t do because then Taylor will know that something is going on.“Harper, seriously? He’s your ex-boyfriend’s father. Are you out of your mind?” Okay I suppose it was inevitable that she knows what is going on. I mean I have been sneaking around and Taylor and I are very close even with the slight age difference.I stand with my arms folded in front of my chest. “Look that is all irrelevant. We are still male and female and attracted to each other. I can’t help that he’s Levy’s dad and he can’t help that I dated Dylan before.”Her eyes bug out of her head. “But he’s like a dad’s age. He is old enough to be your own father. What the fuck?”“Hey no need to swear like that. You know better.”“Don’t even go there with me Harper, you swear like a sailor even though you pretend not to swear around me too much.”I take a d
LevyDylan pops his head in the garage just as I am finishing up. “You not left yet?”“As you can see, I am still here. Don’t worry I have plenty of time to get the flight. I wanted to finish up on my bike. It’s all done now. You’ll be okay whilst I’m gone, right?”“Dad,” he looks at me like I’ve said something filthy to him. “I’m a grown up, remember?”I wipe my hands with an old rag then rake one through my dishevelled hair hoping he can’t sense that I just fucked Harper not that long ago right where I am standing.“Time passes quickly, Son. You’ll always be my kid no matter what. Not that I don’t respect you as a man. I can’t help it, Dylan I just worry.”“Yeah, well stop. I’ll be fine. Besides you’re only going for a couple of nights. It’ll do you good to get away from the business and everything.” He doesn’t need to say anymore, it’s been a while since I left. More than two years, and it has taken me the two years since Lilly passed to get my shit together to even want to leave h
LevySHIT! The look on his face tells me that Dylan has heard everything. Fuck it, why did I have my phone on loud speaker? With the volume right up too, what a fucking idiot. Have I not learned anything being a parent? Of course he would hear, it isn’t exactly like you can’t hear a conversation when you pass the door which he would do to get to his own room.His eyes are dark with anger and fury as my heart beats rapidly and seems to be caught in my throat. I haven’t felt like I’ve been caught doing anything wrong or with my pants round my ankles since I was about seven or eight years old when my mother caught me trying to throw our hen’s eggs at a boy across the street for bullying me about my hair being to my chin. What? He kept calling me a girl, he deserved it. And now here I stand face to face with Dylan as he glowers at me.If this look of his could kill, I would be ashes right now on the ground at his feet. Who should speak first? Me or him? I am guessing me since a. I am the
HarperMy phone beeps as I lay on my bed with one arm slung over my face. I’m guessing it is Dylan now that I know he knows. First the angst of having to go through everything with my younger sister and Levy calling, I have no idea how Dylan is going to react towards me.Do I want to have this conversation already? I am drained and then some. What started out as a good day and the best sex I’ve ever had and in Levy’s garage, is now turning out to be a total shit show.On the one hand I kind of liked the idea of Levy and I meeting up in secret. It was clandestine and gave an edge to what we were doing. On the other hand, however, I didn’t like keeping things from my sister.Taylor and I are close, we always have been and even her going through her teenage years has been a dream compared to what most siblings go through during this time. I guess that even though I am her sister, she looks up to me as a parental figure too. It’s a hefty load for a young woman of twenty to carry who has h
LevyDammit, I hate having to leave knowing that Harper will have to face the music with Dylan all on her own. Like she hasn’t already got enough on her plate. I did call the rehab clinic before I boarded my flight to check if everything was okay with her mother. Calls are allowed to check in and beside Harper being the main contact, my details are also listed. Naturally since I am paying, they have no objection and know that I am a good friend of the family.Apparently, their mother is doing well for now. She is not being obtrusive and is welcoming visits from the medical team who check in on her and also had her first therapy session. It went well according to the woman, Patricia, that spoke to me over the phone. At least that is one less thing for Harper to have to worry about.Honestly though, I should be with Harper to face Dylan. I’ve landed in Montana and have a driver who is heading East to downtown where I’m booked into a lodge hotel for a few nights. Tomorrow I will head ou
HarperHis eyes look red and swollen as he opens the door and stands to the side to allow me entry. Fuck he looks like shit. It takes a lot to make Dylan cry. Usually only over distressed animals and sometimes when we used to watch a sad movie together.“Hi,” I say as I pass him. He looks dishevelled in torn Levi jeans and a black T-shirt. I notice how his muscles are more defined these days, but then he has been putting in a lot of extra time in the gym and on the football ground.“Hi,” he says back and closes the door behind me. I loiter in the entrance. “Go through to the kitchen. I put coffee on, or do you want a cold drink? I’ve got some beers in. Nobody will mind; dad’s not here in any case.”“I’ll stick with coffee; I have Taylor at home and don’t fancy a beer.” I know he has had a beer or two, I can smell it on him.“You go ahead though, I don’t mind,” I tell him. He shrugs his shoulders. Shit, I didn’t think he would be off with me too. I watch as Dylan goes to the fridge and
LevyI’ve been thinking of calling Dylan but am taking the words from the guys seriously and giving him the space he needs. It’s getting late now; it’s after ten thirty and outside it is dark with stars that shine brightly. Peace envelops me yet my mind is going like wildfire. Instead, I roll onto my back on the bed and cross my legs at the ankles and prop my head up by slinging an arm behind it.I’m wondering what Harper is doing and how she got on with Dylan. I want to call her but don’t want to push it either. Fuck, I have never been so indecisive in my entire life. I’m a man who knows what he wants and goes for it. I never hesitate, I am usually pretty sure and confident. But this situation is a whole new ball game to me, one I don’t think I am playing very well at all.A fire burns in my chest, it could be indigestion from the hot wings I ate in the small dining area of the lodge. They were pretty spicy; however, I think it’s a gnawing gut ache from not knowing what is going on b
HarperI can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center.“It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.Taylor wraps her arms fiercely around my mother as if she is scared to let go, like a baby monkey holding on to its mother for dear life. The scene unfolds in front of my amazed eyes making my heart stutter. Is that a thing? A stuttering heart? It is now. Usually, I would have assumed only in a romance novel or for lovers, but honestly it has stuttered.“Harper?” Momma says tilting her head to the side. Her smile is wide and infectious making me smile back. God, please don’t want to slay me but seeing my momma so elegant, so put together and so downri
HarperHe left me breathless, like shaking legs, stars in my eyes and my heart jumping and flipping all over the place. Sex with Levy is out of this world! I am still recovering as I walk back across the street to my house where my sister will be waiting for us to go for my mother.We still have half an hour before we need to leave. Levy said he would come with us and cancel all his plans. Sweet of him but you know, this is something that I have to do with my sister on our own. I’m an adult, a big girl now and all my life it seems, I have done big girl shit. Today is no different.Of course, it would be good to have my man by my side to support me and place his arm around me. Only who would Taylor have? Exactly. I need to be there for her like I always was when it was just her and I against the world.Besides, I know that Levy has some pretty important shit to sort out himself. We still need to talk about that, not today, however. It can wait. I trust Levy implicitly and when he is re
Harper“Where are you going?” Taylor asks as she spoons cereal into her mouth.“Over to see Levy. Are you good?”She looks adorable with her bed-hair and rosy cheeks. The best is watching her eat with an appetite. For a hot minute or two, I thought she was going to have some serious issues with eating. Thankfully, whatever she was going through has passed and her appetite is restored.“At this time? You know we have to go for momma in,” she glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “An hour, Harper.”“I know but I feel like a shit about last night and I, you know,” I shrug my shoulder. “Kinda want to go over and see him.”“You better not be late back.” My oh my, she sounds like one of my old school mistresses back in the day.“No, ma’am. I won’t be late.”“Cut that shit out!” she says making me grin.I go over to her at the island and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Sis.” She shrugs me off but I give her another kiss in any case.With a light step and fluttering in my stomac
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