She lets me inside her little studio apartment. It’s small, but cute, and it suits her. Harper bends over and unbuckles both of her shoes, kicking them off. Fuck, she’s trying to torture me, sticking her ass up in the air.
When she stands upright, I realize just how tiny she is. Harper picks up her shoes and sets them against the wall. She walks back toward me. “Um…this is my place. There’s not much to see, but this is it.”
“It definitely looks like you—very…girly.”
Harper places a hand on her hip and points her finger at me. “I should hope so, since I am a girl.”
I pull her into my arms. “You’ve got a sassy mouth. I like it.” Picking her up, I kiss her thoroughly, but my cellphone ringing interrupts us. “Shit, babe, I’ve got to get this.”
She smiles and nods before heading into the kitchenette, grabbing a beer. Harper hands me one as I answer my phone. “What’s up, Sly?”
“We’re having church. Get here as soon as you can.”
Shit, of course. “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I disconnect and set my beer on the counter. “Sorry, babe, I’ve got club business.” I pull her to me for a kiss. “I want to see you again.”
She smiles and nods. “I’d like to see you too.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.”
I reluctantly walk out and head out into the night. I climb onto my bike and head toward the clubhouse.
Chapter Six
Harper
Today is my day off so I’m doing my usual Sunday morning deep clean, and thankfully my place is small, so it takes no time at all. I need to keep busy, though, because it’s been almost a week since Razor surprised me, showing up at my shop.
He said he wanted to see me, but I haven’t seen him or heard from him. Maybe he was just looking to get laid and I was more than willing to screw him. I shake my head. I’m an idiot.
When I finish cleaning, I hop into the shower, quickly washing my body and shaving. After I finish, I dry off and then moisturize. I let my hair down and shake it out. It looks like sex hair; I love it. I throw on a pair of black cotton shorts and a red fitted t-shirt. Slipping my feet into my flip-flops, I grab my purse and then head out.
I grab a basket since it’s just me and I don’t grab a lot of stuff because I eat out a lot. When I’m finished, I carry my bags out to my car, loading them into the trunk.
When I get home, I carry my bags upstairs and then put my groceries away. I decide to grab a bottle of water and my Kindle and head up to the roof. I have a couple of chairs up here and sit in one, resting my feet on the other.
I start reading this love story that has had me crying so hard multiple times, but it’s such a beautiful story I can’t stop reading. After an hour, I grab my water and head back downstairs. I should see what Hailey and Tyler are doing, but I know they have their little routine that they like to stick to.
I throw on Dirty Dancing and lie down on the couch. It’s not long before I feel my eyes get heavy and fall asleep.
Knock, knock, knock. I open my eyes and blink away the confusion. That’s when I hear someone knocking. I stumble toward the door and look through the peephole. It’s Edge. How did he know where I live? “Harper, open the door,” he says from the other side.
I unlock it and open the door. “Hey, Edge.”
He shakes his head. “I want you to call me Wyatt.”
“O-Okay. What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” He steps inside, forcing me to step back. Wyatt pushes the door shut.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I can’t get over that hot little body of yours.”
He’s so beautiful and so different than Razor—more rugged, where Razor has boy band good looks. I’m just curious though. “Why are you here?”
Wyatt comes toward me and then lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his waist, and I grab his face, tilting it back and attacking his lips. God, what is wrong with me, making out with two guys almost a week apart?
He lowers me to my bed and comes down on top of me. Shit, I love the weight of him on me. His cock is hard as he thrusts against me. I moan against his lips and then brush my tongue against his.
I raise my arms as he whips my t-shirt off. He reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. As soon as my breasts are freed, he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
He switches back and forth between nipples, sucking on them and pinching them until I can’t take it anymore. I writhe underneath him, rubbing against his hard dick.
He pulls his sleeveless t-shirt off and then stands up, stripping out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Wyatt picks up his jeans, grabbing a condom from his wallet. He quickly sheaths himself before climbing back on the bed.
Wyatt’s dick looks even bigger in the daylight, but I know it feels good. He crawls between my legs and lines his cock up with my pussy and slides in. We both groan as he buries himself to the hilt.
He grabs my thigh and pulls my leg up over his hip, sinking deeper inside of me. I hold onto him as he begins fucking me. “Shit, baby, you’ve got such a tight cunt.”
I pull him down for a kiss and suck his tongue into my mouth. He grabs my hands and pulls them up and over my head, pinning them to the mattress. Wyatt gets up on his knees and spreads our legs wider and then begins fucking me with abandon.
“Rub your clit, baby, help me get you there,” he growls.
I reach between us, rubbing my clit until the familiar stirrings of an orgasm start. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth until I begin to come. Wyatt picks up the pace and fucks me roughly into the mattress. He begins to growl as he pumps once, twice, and then plants himself to the hilt, coming inside of me.
I whimper as he pulls out of me. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back.” Rolling to my side, I watch him walk naked into my bathroom. A few minutes later, I hear the toilet flush and then the sink turn on and off. He comes back in and climbs on the bed and lies next to me.
“I’m sorry I left you guys that night at your clubhouse. I—”
Wyatt covers my mouth. “Don’t, baby. I talked to Razor. He told me he talked to you.”
I freeze. “What?”
He rolls to his side. “Baby, Razor is my best friend. I know he was over here with you.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. I grab my pillow and put it over my head. “I’m not a slut.” It sounds muffled due to my pillow.
Wyatt pulls it away from me. “No one said you’re a slut, baby.”
“Yes, but the first night I met you, I had sex with both of you. Then last week I made out with, and almost had sex with, Razor. Now I’m here with you and we just had sex.” Shit, my face feels so hot.
“Baby, there is nothing wrong with liking sex and having it. You’re single, we’re single, so why the fuck should we not be fucking any chance we get?”
“Won’t he be mad that you’re here with me and that we had sex?”
There’s a knock on the door, and Wyatt climbs out of bed, slipping his jeans on, and walks toward my door while I quickly throw on my t-shirt and shorts sans bra and panties.
I follow him to the door, and when he pulls it open, Razor is standing there and looks between the two of us. I wait for him to explode, but instead he comes right in, picking me up, and once my legs are wrapped around his waist, he pulls my mouth down to his, kissing me roughly and turning me on even though I just came a few minutes ago.