Page 216 of Fixation
Harper argued about why we had to useherrestraints.
To think she told me she hated me for binding her with them only a few weeks ago.
A smile tugs at my lips as I position them on the ground behind the car.
“Uh-oh.” She giggles, eyeing me closely while I pop open the trunk. “You’re going to do something bad. I can tell.”
Seems like I’ve still got more to learn about Harper.
Beneath her polished surface, Harper is slightly unhinged.
Love it.
But first, the bodies. I place both men on the metal slabs, along with the shovel on top of each of them. I make sure they won’t fall, then close the trunk and lock the car.
Harper plants her hands on her hips. “Let me carry one of them.”
I’m this close to denying her that as well. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell herI’ve got this. I’ll always be here to take care of you.
Problem is, it’ll take longer to get deep into the woods if I drag both of these assholes by myself. It’s time wasted when I could be touching her.
“Tell me if it gets to be too much.” My fingers brush hers as I hand the restraint over to her. Sparks fly between us. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to take her. “Okay?”
“It won’t,” she sasses, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Being a brat suits her. I’ll be able to appreciate it another time. When I’m not concerned about getting caught. Abouthergetting hurt.
“Harper.”
With just one word, her smile vanishes. I’m willing to bet money that she teased me just for that. For the warning in my voice.
She gets so hot when I’m being awful to her.
“I promise.” She nods, and I reward her—who the fuck am I kidding, I reward myself—by kissing her. “Hmm. Loving you is weird.”
Whether she means for me to hear it or not, I’m not sure.
Doesn’t change my answer. “Loving you is everything. Let’s go.”
Together, we head into the woods. The bodies rattle whenever we hit a rock or uneven ground. We maneuver between tree trunks, able to see the path ahead of us thanks to the flashlight on my phone.
Twice, Harper stumbles and almost falls. Both times I catch her before she does.
I always will.
We talk during the walk too, stepping over fallen twigs as we make our way through the woods. I prompt Harper to tell me everything about her childhood, her family. Likes and dislikes. I even ask what I should bring for dinner with her parents.
I’m going to meet them next week.
Smiling, she answers every single question.
She also licks her lips, slow and deliberate, like she knows exactly what it does to me.
Harper stops to strip out of her hoodie, offering me a view of her peaked nipples that push through her black T-shirt.
I groan, rubbing my hand over my face, all so I don’t fuck her against one of these trees.
My little tease starts lifting the hem to flash me her breasts.
