Page 217 of Fixation
That earns her a warning gaze.
She yields. That, too, makes me want to fuck her.
Eventually, we make it to where I wanted us to be.
“I’m helping you bury them, and that’s that,” Harper exclaims, full of determination.
This time, I don’t bother arguing.
I love her dirty.
Love her sweating and fucking gorgeous.
Her red hair shimmers in the moonlight. Her lean muscles flex as she digs a hole in the ground for Stas.
Harper tilts her head just so, and for a second, I almost choke on the wordsbeautiful from the inside out. I bite the cliché back like it’s poison.
I keep this shit bottled in, but I can’t stop staring. She tilts her head, and I want to devour that smirk.
I get back to work.
Shovel in, dirt out. In, out, in, out.
Harper’s small groans and grunts spur me on, pushing me to move faster.
I need to put this day behind us. I need the rest of our lives to fucking begin.
For the rest of my life, I’ll give her more than my heart, my soul, my cum.
We’ll be dirty and raw together.
I’m not worth a damn thing if I’m not hers.
“Deep enough?”
My head whips at the question. I look up at her from the hole I’ve been working on for who knows how long.
She cocks an eyebrow, forearm resting on the shovel jammed in the dirt by the grave she dug. Her hair is disheveled, emerald eyes raking over my body.
Before I come up to check her handiwork, I glance over at mine. It’s deep enough. Good.
I toss my shovel out of the hole I dug, grab the edges of Sergey’s future grave, and lift myself out of it.
“Well then.” My gaze is focused on Harper. I stroll over to her, rounding her like a predator circling its prey. “What do you think? Think you’ve done a good job?”
My lips brush over the sweet spot where her shoulder meets her neck. The salty taste of her sweat andheris one of the many reasons that my blood travels south.
“Hmm?” I’m thick and hard, grabbing her hips and hauling her to my chest. My cock aches, throbbing between butt cheeks. Precum wets the tip. “Are you done, or did you call me over because of that greedy cunt of yours?”
She can’t talk. I don’t need her to.
I slip a hand to her front, my fingers shoved beneath the waistband of her jeans. Stopping over her pussy. Turning her into a gasping, shuddering mess.
“Was it because you’re so fucking wet for me?” I part her lips, pressing my middle finger to her clit lightly. She grips my wrist, trying to push me lower. Growling like the kitten she is when I won’t budge. “You’re so desperate to be fucked. To have my cum in your pretty pussy. That’s what gets you off, isn’t it? The thought of your stomach stretching, filled up with my babies?”
My filthy words, my teeth on her flesh, the teasing pressure of my finger…Harper’s unraveling.
Her head falls back, her ass pushing to meet my cock, to grind on it.
