Page 82 of My Favorite Secret
I rub a hand over my face, searching for a way to explain myself. “Harper is it for me. She’s the only girl I’ll ever be with from this point forward. But the words are too vulnerable. They’re not me. My entire life, I’ve neededto be strong. I’ve had to protect you and our brothers because people who should have loved us were a constant disappointment. Dad…” I groan, thinking about all the ways our father has let us down. “Don’t get me started on him. I know Harper will never disappoint me. But I can devote myself to Harper without needing to say I love her.”
“You’ve got issues. But I understand. Things have been rough for you as the oldest,” Tyler says as we turn a corner, finding a stream of moonlight filtering through the maze entrance. He nods down at Harper. “She’s a mess. Thomas can’t see her like this. Think we’ll be able to sneak her inside?”
“I’ll go inside first and distract him,” I say as we exit the maze, walking through the gardens for the house. “Get Harper upstairs and into the bath. Clean her up, then put her to bed. I’ll think of some excuse to tell Thomas why you two aren’t at dinner.”
I pick up my pace, arriving through the back of the house long before Tyler and Harper, intercepting Thomas in the kitchen. He’s never been much of a cook and has ordered take-out.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” he says, spooning rice from a cardboard carton into a bowl. “Are the others with you?”
“Tyler got Harper talking about ballet. Thought it was best to not disrupt the conversation. They’re still on the beach.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I feel bad for lying to Thomas, especially since he’s been so hospitable toward me these last few weeks. But what’s the alternative, telling him Tyler took his daughter’s virginity and I watched? The man would lose his mind. He’d lose his mind even if I omitted those details and told himHarper is my girlfriend. Tyler’s too. He would forbid her from seeing us.
Thomas and I have been getting along recently, but given my past, I’m the last person he would want his daughter in a relationship with. Tyler presents himself as a role model young man, yet in Thomas’s eyes, even he isn’t good enough for Harper. No one is, except Paul Ferguson.
“I’ll save leftovers for Harper and Tyler.” Thomas takes a bite of food and smiles at me. “Well, then, it’s just you and me for dinner.”
I wink at him and grab a plate. “Romantic.”
The things I fucking do for my brother. He owes me.
Thomas and I spend the next hour talking about Clara over our meal. He tells me about her exhibition and that it will be opening in one week. I tell him how ridiculous I find school, but that I’ll be returning to classes, knowing it’s what Clara would have wanted for me. It’s part of the truth, but I don’t share that Harper is the real driving force in the decision.
As soon as Thomas retires to his bedroom, I grab the leftover dishes and carry them upstairs to Tyler’s bedroom. Both he and Harper are asleep when I enter the room. There’s no more dirt and blood. They’re freshly washed, naked and hugging beneath the sheets.
I’m tempted to climb in there with them, but out of the three of us, I’m the only one who isn’t exhausted from sex. I’m painfully hard after watching how uninhibited Harper got in that maze and need to jerk off if I want a chance at falling asleep.
Leaving the food on the bedside table, I head for the adjoining bathroom and turn the shower on. Steam fills the room as I strip out of my clothes and step beneath the downpour. I rest one hand on the tiled wall while grabbingthe base of my cock and stroke to thoughts of Harper, remembering the moans she made in the maze. The way she looked at me while riding Tyler. Her face as she reached her orgasm.
A brush of cold air spreads across my back. I turn, finding Harper at the shower entrance, naked and watching my hand.
I stop immediately. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I’m rested. Thought you might need some care of your own.” Her lips press to mine, soft and inviting. I kiss her back, groaning as her peaked nipples brush my chest.
The moment she reaches for my cock, I clutch her wrist, pushing her hand away. “You need to rest.”
“You told me to ask for what I need. I need the connection with you that I just experienced with Tyler.”
She reaches for my dick again. Needing to prove a point, I’m firm with Harper and pin her wrists to the shower wall above her head. Her breasts are glistening with water and rise up and down from rapid breaths.
Her lips curl. My harshness excites her. Seeing Harper like this is the absolute last thing my aching cock needs.
“Go back to bed,” I warn.
“No.” Harper wraps a leg around my waist, opening herself to me. Her hips tilt in search for the tip of my cock. “We’ll be so good together. Don’t you think?”
“I know we will be.”
I gaze down Harper’s body, grunting as her pussy slides along my firm length. She’s beautiful. So desperate for me. I’m questioning how this moment is real.
For years, she hated me. She believed in no sex before marriage. And yet she was willing to give up her virginity to me, even before her mother died. That’s how much she wants this.
When Harper’s grief was fresh, she begged me to fuck her. I turned her down, trying to do right by her. I’m trying to do right by her now, giving her body a chance to recover, but she’s making it difficult to resist.
“Please, Felix. I need you in me. I will do anything, just…Please.”
