Page 63 of My Favorite Secret
Felix looks at the door, right as Paul says he’s found the office key. “Pretend to be asleep.” Felix scoops Harper up and rests her on a couch in the corner of the office.
My brother and I straighten up our suits and fix our hair just in time before Paul opens the door.
Thomas steps inside first, sighing with relief when he finds us. “Oh, thank goodness. You three are in here.”
“Why was the door locked?” Paul asks.
“Harper was upset,” Felix says. He’s a talented bullshitter and sounds convincing. “She didn’t want anyone to see her, so we took her in here to calm down. Poor thing. She’s exhausted and cried herself to sleep.”
Thomas frets, stepping up to Harper and stroking her hair. “Perhaps this art show has been too much for her. She’s very fragile at the moment. Thank you for taking careof Harper. I’ll stay with her. You three can return to the guests.”
“I’ll stay too,” Paul says, which grinds my gears.
I hated the guy before, but now that I’ve had Harper, I want to tear him to shreds for merely looking at her. This is more than jealousy. I don’t know what it is about the guy, but there’s something not right with him. I don’t trust him around Harper.
“Thank you, but perhaps it’s best I be alone with my daughter.”
Felix and I follow Paul out of the office, back to the crowded living room. Paul leaves us without a word. The two of us stand on the outskirts of the room, trying to blend in and act normal. Though, now that we’re away from Harper and have a moment to collect ourselves, the reality of what happened between the three of us in that office sinks in.
It was a moment acted out of frustration. Harper has held out on me for years but so willingly gave herself to Felix. Suddenly, I was kissing her. Stripping her clothes off. Eating her out in front of Felix.
He was giving instructions. He was holding her and giving her pleasure too. I’ve had twisted fantasies about this. Never did I think it would become a reality. I’ve done some messed up things in front of Felix before, but neverwithhim.
For years, I’ve been trying to suppress this side of myself. I’ve tried leaning into the parts of me that I thought Harper would accept. But as soon as I walked into that office and saw Harper having an orgasm on Felix’s lap, I lost control. When I heard that she wanted both of us, the flood gates opened and released every fucked up, depraved part of me I’ve been hiding.
If she’d asked me to fuck her right there in front of Felix, I would have done it. If she wanted the three of us to fuck, I would have had no hesitation. No shame. I would have enjoyed sharing her with Felix, the two of us coming inside her, making her ours.
Jesus fuck, I’m sick. I don’t care. This sickness has been unleashed and I don’t want to stop it. It feels too good. All this time, I thought Harper would hate this part of me, but she likes it. She wants me like this.
I look at my brother for the first time since exiting the office. His focus is on the guests.
Sensing my eyes on him, he keeps his gaze forward and his voice low. “What happened in that office was?—”
“Intense?”
“That’s one way to describe it. I can’t make eye contact with you ever again.” He laughs beneath his breath and walks away, heading for Killian and Dan on the balcony.
Does that mean he liked it? I’ve known Felix to be experimental, but maybe this is pushing it too far.
Itwastoo far. None of this is normal. But I don’t care. I know that as soon as I return to the privacy of my bedroom, I’ll pull my cock out and jerk off over what the three of us just did.
I’ve barely seen Harper over the last two days. Neither has Felix. She’s been over at her friend Cindy’s place during every spare second. At night, when she returns home, she spends time with her father. She falls asleep in his room.
The few times we have interacted, it’s been shy smiles and rosy cheeks from Harper. She’s embarrassed about what we did at her mother’s private art show. I can’t blameher. Felix and I have barely spoken either. None of us know what to make of that day.
All I know is I am fucking feral for the unleashed side of Harper and haven’t stopped beating my dick to the memory of her coming on my tongue. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how she wants the three of us to be together. The three of us to fuck.
I’m constantly hard just from thinking about it. Whoisthis girl and how have I been so blind to this side of her? No wonder she’s embarrassed.
It’s midday when I cross paths with Felix in the living room. We’re the only two at the Winslow penthouse.
We make eye contact. It’s weird, like he joked.
I try to tell myself this thing we share with Harper is all about her. There’s nothing between me and Felix. That’s fucking disgusting. And yet…
I would have loathed any other man touching Harper.
Right when I’m about to enter the kitchen, Felix calls out to me. “Bro, how long will this go on for?”
