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“Because I know you’re the most important thing in the world to him. You know this too, Harper. Tell me you haven’t forgotten.”
Her chest rises with heavy breaths. Her eyes are so sad, but she nods and whispers, “I haven’t forgotten.”
“He loves yousofucking much.”
I grab her hips, guiding her up and down on my cock. Slow at first, until the tightness of her muscles tells me she’s about to come again. I’m right there with her. Pleasure builds with every stroke, winding tighter in my abdomen.
“I need you to come in me, Tyler. Please. I need it so badly.”
I give Harper what she needs, my release flooding into her. She gasps my name and comes on my cock a second time.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
“I love you,” she murmurs, repeating the words until our movements slow.
Once we catch our breath, she smiles, laughing a little. She’s limp and hazy-eyed. There’s still pain within her that I can’t fix. But the two of us reconnecting tonight has healed some of that pain and I’m so relieved to see it.
“Sleep in my bed tonight. Every night. Please,” she says.
I nod, answering with a kiss, still filled with guilt and fear but needing to hold the three of us together.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
HARPER
FIVE WEEKS LATER
Careful not to wake Tyler, I climb out of my bed, needing the bathroom. He pulls me back down, right on top of him.
I squeal, kissing his lips and laughing. “Good morning.”
Tyler grabs my thighs, spreading them over his hips. With no barrier of clothes between us, his erection pokes at my entrance. “It will be a good morning once I have you.”
He thrusts up into me, the tight stretch drawing a sigh from my lips which he muffles with a kiss. Dad will have already left for work at this hour, but we can’t take chances.
I don’t know what I would do without Tyler in my life right now. These secret moments between us are all that’s keeping me together.
We’re panting and sweating within seconds. He flips me onto my stomach and pounds into me from behind, painting kisses along my shoulders until we’re reaching our climax at the same time.
Tyler collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms. My skin tingles and I’m sticky between my legs with hiscum. This is what we’ve been like for the last five weeks, constantly having sex. Multiple times a day. Every spare second we get.
I know it’s because we’re trying to fill the void of Felix. Sex is a stress release for both of us. Tyler for sure has been more stressed than normal. I’m chasing the pleasure of his intimacy and love, using it to cover up my own pain.
As always, Tyler tells me Felix is coming back to us. He tells me every day that Felix loves me. He’s so confident in his theory that Josh is protecting Felix from something, and that when the time is right, we’ll understand everything.
I wish I had the same confidence, but I go through waves of doubt. I often wonder what the truth is, and hope Felix is safe. But six weeks of no contact has filled me with anger. I’m no longer sitting around moping over him.
When Felix decides to speak to me again, he has a lot to explain. Honestly, I’m not sure I can accept him back into my life unless his reasoning is enough to make up for the countless nights I’ve cried myself to sleep, wondering why I wasn’t worth a goodbye.
Of course, I haven’t told Tyler any of this, knowing I’ll be met with the same response of how much Felix loves me.
“Let me run you a shower.” Tyler kisses my neck.
“You’re not joining me? You’re going to smell like me all day at school.”
He laughs. “If I shower with you, chances are we’ll start fucking again. I’m already late for school.”
Lying in bed, I watch Tyler walk to my adjoining bathroom and turn the shower on for me. When he returns, naked and still with an erection, I can’t hide my smile.
