Page 61 of The Attraction

“Don’t do that. Again, you are talking to the champion of avoiding conversations that are more than surface level. I know that trick.” Taking a deep breath, I try not to show my disappointment at not being able to say anything to my family. “But I told you I wouldn’t push you, and I won’t. But if you think I will be able to hide the way I can’t take my eyes off you, you’re delusional.” Speaking the truth is all I can do.

Brushing off what I just said, she continues. “Then I will piss you off so much that the only look you will be sending my way will be one where you want to kill me. I’ve got this, you’ll see.” Harper looks like she is accepting a challenge.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that my brother and friends have already worked out that we slept together once and that I want more. So, she can try to hide it, but I doubt it will last for long. They aren’t that stupid, and if Flynn knows, then Felisha will definitely know. There is no way he can keep his mouth shut.

She thinks she is so smart, but I’m going to make it so hard for her that I know which one of us will be the most pissed off. They say make-up sex is off the charts, so I can’t wait to test out that theory tonight.

“Well, if I’m not allowed to touch you or kiss you tonight, I think I deserve a little TLC now, what do you say.”

Before I can even get my lips on her, Harper has jumped up and taken me by surprise.

“Nope, not happening. Annoy-Forrest is already activated.” Very proud of herself, she is backing away from me.

But two can play at this game.

Standing and walking toward her, she is so distracted that she backs herself into the corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows that lead out to the balcony.

“Nope. Stay back. Distance, remember, that’s what we agreed on,” she screeches as her back hits the glass, and I’m on top of her before she can move to get away. Pinning her to the glass with my hips, I grab both of her hands in one of mine as she tries to shove me off, and then I have them raised above her head. And I slide my free hand up under her shirt and grasp her plump breast.

“Did you say no distance? I’m sure that’s what I heard,” I growl into her ear as I start kissing down her neck. She said no to her lips, but her neck was never off limits.

Her breathing is getting quicker, and as much as she wants to protest, she can’t.

“No comment,” she whispers.

“That’s what I thought,” I reply as I grind my already hard cock against her, listening to her whimper. “See what happens when you try to fight me? It just turns me on more. So, bring it on, honey bunny.” And just as she is about to give in and let me take this further, I pull away, leaving her hot and bothered against the glass.

With perfect timing, the door opens, and Flynn walks in with a bag of groceries, and Felisha’s yelling at him for letting himself in with his key.

Luckily for Harper, they are too busy arguing with each other that they don’t see her so flushed and trying to straighten her shirt. All the while, she’s giving me the death stare that she so boldly tried to say I would be giving her tonight.

Thank God I’m also wearing a shirt that is hanging free over the top of my jeans that are trying so hard to contain my cock, because it would otherwise be a dead giveaway that something was going on in here.

“Forrest doesn’t care. Christ, I’m cooking his dinner for him. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting us.” Flynn looks across to where Harper is now standing next to me and stops in his tracks. “You don’t care, do you?”

To which I can’t help but laugh as Felisha rolls her eyes at her fiancé. “I’m sorry for this pain in the ass.” She points over her shoulder as she comes over and kisses me on the cheek, giving me a quick hug. Then she moves on to Harper, giving her the same kiss and what I call half a hug which is their normal, but as she pulls back, she looks at us both sheepishly.

“Come and help me unload and get started.” Flynn looks at me, raising his chin in the direction of the kitchen. It’s one of those times I’m actually happy to be nagged at by Flynn, to get me out of the discussion I think was about to start.

“You don’t need our help, do you?” Felisha calls over her shoulder as the two girls take a spot on the couch.

“I don’t know about Harper, but I’ve seen your cooking skills, my dear,” Flynn yells to her, “so it would be safer for all of us if you stay right there.”

Harper replies straight after, “Hey, I baked a pie.”

And I can’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh, and wasn’t that entertaining. But I’m sure it will taste amazing later.” I wink at her from the kitchen.

“Asshole,” she yells back at me as I see Felisha grabbing her attention, and then there is a lot of whispering and hands moving in an intense conversation between them.

As Flynn and I finish unloading and he starts pulling out the pots and pans he needs for whatever he is cooking, he keeps side-eyeing me, and just as I’m about to leave the kitchen, he grabs me and drags me into the walk-in pantry.

“What the hell was going when I walked in here, just now?” Flynn and I are close but have never been this kind of close until the last year when everything with Felisha happened and he needed me. In a different way than he has leaned on me since he was a child. This was an emotional connection that we cemented, and it was something I didn’t realize how much I wanted until I finally had it.

“Nothing,” I say but don’t mean it.

“Bullshit. Try again. This is me you are talking to,” he replies in a loud whisper.

“I can’t talk about it,” I tell him, hoping that he drops it so I don’t have to break the decision that Harper came up with to keep this between us.

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