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
HarperFuck, I hiss as he talks dirty to me. My pussy is literally dripping. I can feel my own wetness on my thighs where I had them clenched but now, I am doing exactly as he asks. I am on all fours with my ass pointing towards the camera to give him a good view.“Arch your back, lower your abdomen and stick that hot ass in the air for me. I want to take a good luck at your cunt and those pretty pink pussy lips and see just how wet you are for me,” he tells me as I let out a moan. I turn my head so I can see him on the mobile.“You’re a bossy man, Levy. Who’d know.” He chuckles all deep and throaty. I can see the dark desire in his eyes that look like they’re almost black from his pupils being so dilated.“Just a second let me move the mobile, I need to prop it up so I can see you properly from this angle,” I say as I get out of position for a second.“Take your time, beautiful we have all night.” He has taken off his top and I can see his broad chest, those amazing pecs that are scu
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
HarperFuck, I hiss as he talks dirty to me. My pussy is literally dripping. I can feel my own wetness on my thighs where I had them clenched but now, I am doing exactly as he asks. I am on all fours with my ass pointing towards the camera to give him a good view.“Arch your back, lower your abdomen and stick that hot ass in the air for me. I want to take a good luck at your cunt and those pretty pink pussy lips and see just how wet you are for me,” he tells me as I let out a moan. I turn my head so I can see him on the mobile.“You’re a bossy man, Levy. Who’d know.” He chuckles all deep and throaty. I can see the dark desire in his eyes that look like they’re almost black from his pupils being so dilated.“Just a second let me move the mobile, I need to prop it up so I can see you properly from this angle,” I say as I get out of position for a second.“Take your time, beautiful we have all night.” He has taken off his top and I can see his broad chest, those amazing pecs that are scu
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
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
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
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
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
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
HarperDamn it - since when is she so perspective? 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 Levy 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
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