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I choked on my saliva. “Casey!”
If I thought Casey was done with our day out after the world’s most embarrassing massage, she proved to me that I was thinking too small. She had our hair and makeup done at the spa and then a personal shopper showed up with a dozen dresses for us to choose from. It was insane. Every time I tried to tell Casey that I was starting to feel likePretty Woman, though, she shushed me.
“We’re young, we’re beautiful, and it’s Saturday night, Harper! We’re not staying in and pouting over boys. We’re going out! Tonight,I’myour boyfriend, babe, and I know how to spoil my lady.” Smiling like a madwoman, Casey pointed to a deep green dress. “That one. You’re going to look amazing.”
“Did you just say that you’re my boyfriend tonight? What did Michael put in that massage oil?” I couldn’t help laughing. I’d never had a friend like Casey. She was going overboard with all the spending, yes, but she was kind, funny, and insisted on building me up. She hadn’t allowed me to feel bad about myself. She demanded I think better of myself. I grabbed her and hugged her tight. “Thank you.”
She cupped my face and huffed at me. “You can thank me later with a sandwich and a blowjob. Isn’t that what men say? I don’t know. This is my first time being a boyfriend. I’ll need to practice.”
“Honestly, I think you’re doing a pretty great job. You had Jake beat in the first five minutes.”
“Sorry to inform you, girlfriend, but that sandwich you’re supposed to make me would beat Jake at being a boyfriend.” She pushed me away and pointed at the dress again. “Get your butt in that dress and get ready to dance your butt off.”
Later, in a haze of drinks and shitty pop music, I danced with Casey like I didn’t have a care in the world and felt good enough. Good enough to be her friend when she was so amazing, and good enough to be with my guys, no matter what Terry McNeil thought of me. On the dancefloor with everyone else crushed into the small bar, I was the same as them. My past, my future, none of it mattered, only that I didn’t spill my drink or step on anyone’s toes.
Hugging Casey closer, I yelled in her ear. “You were right! I just needed to live a little!”
She bumped her glass into mine. “I’m always right! Let’s get another drink and request the DJ play something that isn’t whatever this crap is.”
I cheered. “Yay! More drinks and better music!”
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***Silas***
Iwas going to murder Casey Hayes. I glared at Carter and thumped him in the chest. “Seriously, man?”
He scowled back at me. “Don’t look at me like I’m supposed to have any kind of control over my sister. You know she’s nuts!”
Just seeing Harper on the dancefloor wasn’t enough. I needed to touch her to make sure she was okay. Pushing Carter aside, I barked at him. “Text Dylan and tell him we found her. I’m getting Harper. You get your sister.”
The shitty bar was packed with sweaty bodies that I had to push through to reach my girlfriend and I wasn’t thrilled about it. I was even less thrilled when I got close enough to see some fucker trying to dance closer to her. In the tight dress she had on, her curves were on display and if it’d been anyone other than Harper, I might’ve been able to forgive the asshole’s interest.Unfortunately for him, he was trying to touch the woman I’d been looking for all day.
Just as he touched her I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him away from her. “Don’t fucking touch her!”
Casey saw me first and her eyes widened comically. Then she saw Carter behind me and I watched her panic as she looked for a place to hide. It was more than a little obvious that they were both hammered.
Harper spun around and as soon as she saw me her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around my neck. “Silas!”
I froze for a moment. I’d been furious with her for running from us but having her greet me like seeing me was the best thing in the world made it hard to stay mad. I gripped her hips and held her close while she giggled and stood up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine.
We’d never kissed in public before and I would’ve been lying if I said I hadn’t spent a few hours that morning worried about what would happen if our relationship became public. The moment her lips touched mine, nothing else mattered, though. I didn’t give a shit that we were in the middle of a packed bar on campus. I slid one of my hands into her hair and kissed her harder, demanding she let me past her soft lips.
Harper let out a little whimper of need and then pushed me away. Looking up at me, she smiled so wide and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. “Guess what?”
I had to strain to hear her over the music but she was the center of my world right then and I made it work. “What?”
She walked her fingers up my chest and tapped me on the end of my nose. “I’m good enough! I’m sorry if your parents don’t agree but I am! The bar and all my drinks told me. And Casey! Hey. Where’s Casey?”
I winced. “Of course, you’re good enough, princess. You’re fucking Harper Monroe. My parents think you’re good enough, too.”
She poked out her bottom lip but quickly got distracted by a song that came on. Pressing her body even tighter to mine, she looped her arms around my neck again and started dancing against me. Her soft hips brushed over my dick over and over until I was painfully hard. She noticed and pressed her mouth to my neck, slowly kissing and nipping me. “Hethinks I’m good enough, huh?”
“You’re killing me, princess.” I glanced around, determining how quickly I could get her off the dancefloor and into a dark corner or bathroom where I could touch her the way I wanted to.
Harper was wild while drunk, apparently. She held my gaze as she snuck her hand between our bodies and cupped me through my jeans. Her tiny hand stroked my cock while her lips tipped up in a sexy grin. “You want to know a secret fantasy I’ve always had? One I’ve never told anyone?”
I took a shaky breath as her hand slowly tortured me. “Tell me.”
