“Naked,” he murmurs, the heat coming from the vent the only sound in the cab. I unfasten my jeans, and he helps me pull them off along with my panties. “I wanted to take my time, but it’s going to have to wait. I need to taste this pussy,” he slips a finger inside me and I damn near combust. And as if I weigh nothing, he lifts me to meet his mouth and dives. I gasp at the contact, my hips bucking as he licks me furiously, his head moving back and forth along with his tongue in a maddening pace. Thighs shaking, I’m close to coming when he lifts his head, his eyes boring into mine, the cab light illuminating his features, “I’ve imagined coming down the hall to you a thousand times or more,” he dips down and licks me from center to top before roughly sucking my clit. I explode on his tongue as he milks me.
“Lance!”
“Fuck, yes, baby, I’ve missed that so much,” he murmurs as I cover him in my kiss, unbuckling his jeans on my knees as he slides a warm palm down and massages my ass, pushing my hair out of the way so he can watch me take him in. The act so intimate, I feel it down to my toes.
“Damn,” he grunts, his hands covering me in a caress. I lick and suck, pumping with my hand as his fingers slip inside me. He presses them in and out, the sound of my arousal spurring him on as I fully fit him into my mouth. I bob on his rock-hard cock, loving the power the position wields me as his fingers quicken, and his breaths come faster.
“Fuck, Harper.”
“Exactly,” I whisper, flicking my tongue out over his crown. “Fuck me, right now.”
“Jesus.” He grips me by the arms and pulls me into his lap. I lift as he lines himself at my entrance before I ease down on his cock just as he thrusts up. I lose my breath as he fills me to the brink, and we both call out to the other. It’s fucking perfect, better than perfect, it’s surreal.
His jaw goes slack, and I feel the whoosh of his breath.
“Move, oh, my God, Lance, just move.” It’s sensory overload as he thrusts up slowly and I detonate, I’m already coming by the time he drives up again.
He watches me convulse, one hand guiding my hip as I ride it out and the other tangled in my hair. We gaze at the other without breaking as he builds his rhythm.
“Harper,” he groans, “I don’t have a condom on.”
“Those days are over. Come inside me.”
“Baby,” he stills my movement, cupping my face and taking over, his thrusts achingly slow, I feel every inch of him. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone, have you?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
He brushes a finger over my lips as he pulses inside of me. “I love you, Harper, over everyfuckingthing.”
Lance
It’s been one of the worst nights of my life, but the aftermath has been pure bliss. After the first time I took her, we loaded up in the back of my truck bed, where I both fucked and made love to her until it got so cold, we had to retreat back into the cab. From there and for the first time in an eternity, I looked up at the stars and was happy I felt so damn small.
Now, even with the sun fully up, we’ve refused to burst our bubble though Harper insisted we dress. From the time on my dash, I know Trevor left for school an hour ago, and since then, I know Tony’s been up and looking for me. He’ll have to search twenty acres to find me. It won’t be that hard, but I assume the fact that we’ve both disappeared will be enough to stave him off.
“I love you,” I murmur, running my fingers through her hair and along her scar as she looks up at me from where her head lies on my lap. I can’t stop touching it, knowing she needed me and I wasn’t there. Over the course of the night, she told me the horrors she went through and I can’t imagine what I would do. It was hard to hear, but at the same time, I finally got to release the resentment I’ve felt over the years. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know, Lance. I know.”
The sun beams into the truck, and I wince.
“Hungover?”
“Little bit. Not too bad.”
I stroke her temple with my thumb.
“Lance?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why didn’t you fight for yourself?”
“What?”
“You didn’t do anything until Mark insulted me. Why didn’t you defend yourself?”
“You know I’m shit with words, at least I was back when it started. So, I figured it out early. If I don’t acknowledge it, they start the fight.”
“So you can lash out?”
“I know that’s wrong, but that’s how I fight back. Well, that reason, and you can’t teach an idiot what to think about you.”
“How long…” she swallows, reaching up to cup my jaw.
“Since I was eight. When it happens, I lock up. And then get physical when I reach my breaking point.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It made me.”
“I freaking hate that.”
“It’s fine. I don’t lose sleep over it.”
“Is he the one you put in the hospital?”
“Yeah. You would think he would learn.”
“Was it over her?”
“No. He messed with Trevor. She was a crush for me when I was young, but I was her drama when we got older. Not the other way around. I don’t feel for her like that. At all.”
“I saw that last night. And he’s a miserable human.”
“I felt his jaw crack. Maybe he’ll finally learn to shut his fucking mouth.” I shrug. “Probably not.”
“He’s an idiot.” She gently traces my lips. “I think you’re incredible.”
“And I think you’re fucking gorgeous.”
A thin tear runs down her temple. “We almost lost this.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t. I won’t lose you again for any reason. I’ll give it all up. All of it. I don’t want back in that headspace again.”
“So would I, but we don’t have to.” She cups my neck and lifts to kiss me, and I meet her halfway. “And we can’t avoid life forever. We should go back to the house, I bet they’re wondering where the hell we are.”
“You aren’t stopping dancing,” I say, drawing her attention back to us.
“Nope, I’m not, but that’s just geography. And that’s not the truth of what’s kept us apart.”
“Nothing will again. You hear me? We’re going to make this work.”
“I want nothing more. So, should we go?”
“Yeah.”
“So enthusiastic,” she drawls.
I shrug. “It’s just that we’re all on such emotional high alert, I don’t think any of us are keeping it together anymore.”
“Lance, it will get better. And I know just because we’re going to be okay, doesn’t mean everything will, but it will get better.”
“I know. It has to, but Dad won’t.”
“Parkinson’s isn’t a death sentence. And they’re creating new medicines all the time.”
“I know.”
“Just don’t give up.”
“I can’t,” I grin. “You won’t let me.”