Page 109 of My Favorite Secret
My breath comes faster. “What are you implying?”
On the other side of me, Felix leans in and kisses my cheek. “You know what we’re implying. That fantasy of yours, the one you say is too embarrassing to fulfill. That it can only live in your mind. Well, Harper, it happens tonight in the maze. A crowd of spectators will admire how pretty you look getting fucked by your two boyfriends. I’m sure some of them will even be jerking off over the sight.”
My legs turn weak. I’m not at all surprised to feel my arousal coating my inner thighs. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“The choice is yours.” Felix trails his fingers down my neck, his touch featherlight yet electric. “We’ve set up the scene for you. If you want to make the fantasy a reality, meet us at the heart of the maze by midnight. If you choose not to, there’s no harm done. We’ll enjoy fucking you in the privacy of our bedroom.”
Tyler places of bag of face paint on the dressing table for me. They both take one of my palms, their skull faces kissing my scars.
As soon as they leave, I gulp, looking down at the face paint Tyler left, both excited and nervous, wondering if I can really go through with this plan.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
FELIX
The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Moans and gasps of pleasure echo through the hedges. While Harper was busy dancing this afternoon, Tyler and I set up the clearing at the heart of the maze with fire torches pitched along the perimeter and portable heaters to offset the cool weather.
The fire flickers now, casting gold light upon the party’s guests. The hedges are wild and untamed. Old statues of nymphs and beasts are half crumbled. The whole place feels ancient, like a ritual site. It’s primal, raw, and erotic, exactly as I planned.
A circle of masked men cheers as they watch a masked couple fucking without restraint. I expected my turn with Harper and Tyler would take place by now, but midnight has come and gone.
Harper isn’t here.
My pulse thrums with uncertainty as I await her arrival, fearing that I’ve pushed her too far by giving her this party. I sent Tyler to find her an hour ago, with the suspicion that she may need extra encouragement to join us. She wastrembling when we approached her in her bedroom, torn between nerves and desire. This party is supposed to be a gift to her. I want to fulfill her deepest and darkest fantasies. But maybe the party is too much. Maybe I’ve screwed up.
As the wet slap of bodies and moans continue, I pull out my phone, tracking Harper’s location. When I find she’s still inside the beach house, I feel like a piece of shit for not reading my girl right. She’s not coming. I should have known she wouldn’t.
I slide my phone into my pocket and head toward an exit passageway, needing to get back to Harper. I don’t care about abandoning the party and its guests. I don’t know any of the people well. That was the whole purpose of inviting them—strangers watching strangers fuck.
I make my way around the voyeur circle, stopping short when I lock eyes with Harper. She stands at the edge of the clearing with dim torchlight flickering against her pale skin. Fiery red hair frames the beautiful skeleton face gazing back at me. My cock hardens at Harper’s attire, a black tutu and leotard she must have stored at the beach house when we lived here before Clara passed. The sight of her is hauntingly beautiful.
Closing the distance between us, I pull her waist to mine. My lips lower to meet hers in an open-mouthed kiss. “I thought you weren’t coming. I tracked your phone and found it at the house.”
“I left my phone behind.” Her kisses are languid. She clutches my shirt, pulling me closer but with barely any power. She’s almost limp in my arms.
I search her eyes, finding them glazed over and with a dreamy haze. Her pupils are dilated and her smile is loose.
“Are you high right now?”
“Yes,” she giggles. “I found eclipse in your bag. There’s no way I can go through with this party without a little help.”
“We’re leaving. I fucked up by throwing this party. I’m sorry. We’ll return to the house and the three of us can—” I pause, glancing around, realizing my brother isn’t with Harper. “Where’s Tyler? I sent him to find you.”
“I haven’t seen him. I came alone. I don’t want to leave. I want to do this.” She reaches into her bra and pulls out a small, red pill. “Take eclipse with me. I have one for Tyler too.”
A threesome while on eclipse, in front of an audience would be a fever dream. But I drop the pill to the grass. A feeling in my gut warns me I need to remain sober to take care of Harper.
She clicks her tongue. “Since when are you the responsible one?”
“You’re not supposed to be high for this party. You’re supposed to be here on your own accord, not because you’re influenced by eclipse. We’re leaving.”
I take her hand, but she evades my grip, laughing, and steps up to the voyeur circle. Her eyes widen. Her chest rises with shallow breaths of excitement as she spots the people having sex. She can’t take her eyes off them, fascinated and aroused, not one bit nervous due to the eclipse.
Under any other circumstances, I would love seeing her react this way. I get off on pushing Harper’s limits. But not at the risk of her waking tomorrow when the high of the drug has worn off, regretting her choices from tonight.
“Where’s Tyler? I want our turn next,” she says, still locked onto the sight of people having sex. Her voice is filled with impatience. Desire and lust.
I dial Tyler’s number, primarily for help to make Harperleave. The line goes dead immediately. He hung up on my incoming call. For fuck’s sake. What could possibly have him so occupied?
