All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Karla's breath caught, and she forced herself to let it out as his closeness gripped her, sending a moist heat straight to her sex and a tightening to her nipples. Remember, you're in control here, girl. She glanced up into his dark eyes, her breathing ragged gulps. He just smiled down at her, his grin challenging, daring her to deny his statements. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say as his eyes penetrated her the way she suddenly wanted his cock to be doing. Did he want her to deny it? To play hard to get? She found herself being caught in her own game, and she didn't know what to do. Most men cowered at her forward behavior. Mitch Greenway, however, was stepping right into it.The left corner of his mouth curled up into a grin as he soaked in her eyes. He reached out to her, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her off the car and pressing her body to his. She could feel his hardness through their clothes as it pushed against her, as he forced it against her, allowing

They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn."Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. "Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name."You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. "I told you this afternoon.""Did you?" Karla cocked her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. "I honestly don't remember."There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. "So, why are you here?"Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. "She called and asked to take me out for dinner. Never refuse a pretty lady and a free meal."Mitch laughed, ignoring the glares Aimee and Karla were giving each other. "I don't blame you.""So, what's good to eat here?" Karla sat down and pi

Aimee's phone vibrated on her desk and without even glancing at it, she pressed the silent button. She didn't need to look. She knew who it was, the same person who had been blowing up her phone since her dinner date. Mitch texted several times last night and a few that day. He wanted to explain, wanted to make it up to her. He said he was sorry. That it wasn't what she thought. Isn't what I think? How can the fact that he fucked my sister be misinterpreted? She ignored every text that came through. The funny thing was that she had not heard from her sister at all. Not even a concern when Aimee hadn't returned home last night. Funny, but not unexpected. Karla didn't like confrontation unless she was the one causing it. Instead of having to deal with her sister's obnoxious attitude, Aimee decided to crash at her mother's house. Of course, Betty Harper tried her best to figure out why she wasn't going home, but Aimee just told her she needed some peace and quiet for the evening. Betty d

Aimee wished Ginny a goodnight, leaving her to pore over files for some upcoming case that would see her in court tomorrow, and then made a quick escape. The day was over and she really just wanted a glass of wine and a hot bath. While the day had remained quiet and peaceful, it still had the normal stress that came with working in a law office. Combined with the tension her body felt from her personal life, her body was a wad of knots that needed massaging.As she rounded the corner into the parking lot, she spotted Mitch leaning against her car, hands in his pockets as he watched her approach. She felt her body ball up into a tight knot as she forced herself to take each step. She did not need this right now.He smiled as she stepped closer, opening his mouth, starting to say something, but she quickly cut him off. "Mitch, I don't have anything to say. While I do not agree with my sister's behavior or the way she handled the situation, she was right. We don't sleep with the same men.

Aimee poured two glasses of merlot and turned around to lean back on the counter, one arm across her waist while the other held her glass to her lips. The wine was dry with a touch of tang. She licked her lips after taking a sip and stared into the living room as her thoughts wandered to why she wasn't ready to go home, yet. Tuesday night had been a nightmare. She never knew Karla to behave so cruelly. Neither of them had a claim on Mitch, and if Karla was interested in him, all she had to do was say something and Aimee would have turned him down. Karla had to know that. Aimee always turned the guy over to her sister. Yet, everything she did was like some sneak attack to prove she was the better catch. Aimee had no idea what her sister was trying to prove by sneaking over to Mitch's garage and fucking him other than to prove she could. It had nothing to do with the car. Her sister was acting jealous and for her to be jealous of Aimee was ludicrous. If anything, Aimee should be the one