All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mitch stood outside Sand Dune for a few moments, peering inside over the wooden railings that gave patrons a view of the beach. Karla kept busy at the bar, serving drinks and teasing around with the customers. She smiled and laughed, but something else pulled her down, it seemed. Furthermore, he noticed every time Paul came out of the back, Karla scowled at him, and he went scurrying away with his tail between his legs. Something was going on there, and Mitch wished he knew what. Not that he didn't trust Karla to handle it, of course. While Karla could be volatile in nature, she had a strength about her that in no way diminished her femininity. She could handle her own and never even mess up her nails. She wasn't just tough; she was bad ass, but she had a soft, caring side about her that she rarely ever showed to people. That was the side he wanted to bring out.Laughter erupted from the bar and Mitch watched as some college kids whistled at Karla, who showed off her skills at pouring

Four days passed and Mitch still hadn't explained what he meant about showing her off. They made love on the beach that night after her shift, and then went back to his place and made love in his bed. Karla tried to get him to explain his vague statement, but all he said was that he would show her in a few days. It drove her nuts, but she was sure it was his way of proving she didn't need to be in control. She hated not being in control.Aimee had already left for work, and Karla took her cup of coffee and retired to the balcony on the back of their condo to enjoy the quietness of this Tuesday morning. Birds chirped, squirrels bounced back and forth in the trees, and the sun peeked through the branches announcing the coming of the day. She sipped her coffee and took a deep breath, inhaling the calmness of the morning, the peace and quiet. She needed this, this solitude, the quietness. She needed it to help calm her nerves, her mind.She wasn't going to get it, however.Her mistake was

"He actually told you to wear that?" Aimee gave her an incredulous look. "The last time he told you to get dressed, it was in a nicer, more conservative outfit. He really wants you to go out looking like some kind of street walker?"Karla looked down at her outfit: a short skirt, which barely covered the cup of her ass cheeks, high heels, which raised her ass, and a flimsy red top that revealed quite a bit of her cleavage, almost her full breasts if she bent over just right. Aimee was right. It didn't make sense. "This is what he asked me to be dressed in when he got here." Karla shrugged. "It's like I always say. Men are crazy.""And kinky by the look of it. When is he picking you up?"A knock came at the door. "Now?" Karla said.Walking over to the door, she opened it, but it wasn't Mitch standing there. It was Clint. "Wow," he said. "I'm guessing it's going to be an interesting night." He turned to Aimee as he entered their condo. "Do you have an outfit like this? We could have some

She ran her hand around one of the guy's necks who swarmed around her as soon as Mitch left, the other guy sliding up behind her, his hands on her hips as he ground his cock against her ass. She could feel her skirt sliding up just a bit, but did nothing to stop it. Mitch did say to show off, and she had to admit, she loved the attention. She pushed back on the guy behind her as the other one moved in front of her, his cock against her abdomen. She swayed between them both, their hands on her sides, her waist, their cocks pressing against her. She could feel their arousal growing. She grinned, pushing them further, as she turned her gaze to Mitch, making sure he still watched. He was. And smiling."Nice of your boyfriend to leave us alone for a bit," one guy said.She winked at Mitch before turning her attention back to the guys focused on her swaying ass. "He's good like that." She felt one of them slide his hand up under her skirt, felt the strength of his hand on her ass as he pulle

When they finally collapsed and passed out, Karla had no idea, but the fragrant aroma of brewing coffee teased her sleepy eyelids awake. She stretched, her muscles begging to stay still just a while longer. The best part of waking up was the fact that she could still feel Mitch in her pussy.And she relished it.She had to admit, she had wild nights before, sexual exploits and brazen adventures, but none with someone who wanted more from her. She rolled over, running her hand over Mitch's empty pillow. He didn't just want between her legs, he wanted… All of her.But could she give him what he asked for?She forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth with her finger. Noise from the kitchen enticed her and she slipped on one of his old T-shirts she found lying in a corner and headed for the coffee. Mitch stood in the kitchen, wearing a pair of faded jeans, which hung low on his hips. He stirred scrambled eggs in a bowl, his hand gripping the