Harper’s my kind of girl. She sucks in a breath—releases it on a moan that makes me wish we could go all night because goddamn she likes this. Her hips roll as she rides me, my hands helping her to find the rhythm that’s gonna send us both over the edge. I can smell the sweet, salty scent of her and me together and I jerk my fingers away from her clit, licking them. Got to have my taste, and sure enough, she’s sweeter than all the fucking cupcakes in this world.
I grab onto her ass, working her on my dick, and she exhales long and soft. And then there’s nothing but heat licking through me as I drive into her, the whole world narrowing down to this one amazing woman. I want to make it last forever, but my dick’s about to blow. I pound her hard, and she’s slamming down to meet me, her nails biting into my shoulders.
She squeezes.
Holds me tight.
It’s fucking game over for me and I shoot into her as she comes hard, jerking and twisting. Then she throws her arms around my neck, burying her face against my throat as she loses it. Her pussy clamps down, and I feel each squeeze and pulse as she comes hard. Never felt better.
Can’t imagine what I do now.
I’ve had my share of women, but Harper’s someone special, and not just because she’s got a magic pussy that makes me come so hard that I’m the one seeing stars. Stars, the sun, the moon and an entire nebulae of shit I never imagined or deserved. Harper might be uptight, buttoned-up and way too grown up, but she’s also a revelation. No way will I pull out and walk away now.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harper
AFTER VIK BANGS me senseless against my own door, he decides it’s time to christen every room in my new place. When I point out the ambitious scope of this plan, he suggests a compromise. He makes me come in each room, and then we end up in my bed. He steals a selfie of the two of us together (from the neck up) to send to his dad, who’s still on Vik’s case to date “someone nice.”
Vik says I’m perfect for the job.
I’m not getting out of bed for at least a day. Too bad there’s no Fitbit for sex—I’d have burned a million calories by now. Vik grins down at me. Having me sprawled beneath him appears to be his favorite position, although he doesn’t discriminate. We’ve done it up against the wall, on the floor and doggy style. Right now I’ve got the best view ever of his gorgeous face. His eyes crinkle up at the corners because the man’s that goddamned happy. Or possibly I’m blurry-eyed from all the sex.
“Let’s do this again,” he says.
Something throbs between my legs, either in anticipation or a warning shot that any more sex and I might be permanently broken.
“Can you die from too much coming?”
He drops a kiss on top of my head. “Not sure we should put that to the test. Sore?”
“A little.” I roll over, burying my face in the pillow.
“You want me to kiss it better?”
“I’ll take a rain check.” There’s no way I can hold back my yawn—the man has worn me out.
Vik freezes and there’s this moment of awkward silence. Clearly, I’ve read more into tonight than I should have. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the possibility of a next time, but I was mostly joking. I know I shouldn’t push for anything more, and frankly I don’t know what I want.
Other than his dick.
Vik’s dick is my favorite.
And I think I have some body parts that he’s rather fond of, too.
“Not sure what’s happening here, but I gotta tell you something,” he says finally.
“Okay?” I’m really not in the mood for the letdown speech. Last time he snuck out, leaving a cute note. I’d like a little more than that, but I’m honestly not sure how much more.
“You keep calling me, and I’ll be the best booty call ever. I promise you this, sweetheart. I’ll be your best. Got an orgasm gift-wrapped, with your name on it. Helps to have a face to show my old man, too—makes him happy to think I’m seeing someone nice. You want to do this again?”
“We can,” I say slowly. “And I have to admit that I want to, but I’ve got to be honest. I’m in the market for a long-term, forever relationship, and that’s not us.”
He shrugs easily. “Yeah, I’m not into anything permanent, either, babe. Like I said, booty call. You call me when you need some, and I’ll call you. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”
“So just until I meet Mr. Right?” Okay, so I sound less doubtful than I should when he proposes no-strings-attached sex. But his dick’s amazing, and I like the guy. We could have fun together.
“That works,” he says easily. “I’ll even throw in a freebie and help you screen potential dates.”
I snort. “You’re going to play matchmaker to my Yentl?”
He rubs a palm up and down my back. My tattoo’s healed and there’s not a lick of pain now. “I’m not gonna get in your way, Harper. We’ll do what you want on your terms. You meet a nice guy, good for you. You meet someone not so great, I’ll be your own personal bouncer.”
It’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard. But I like Vik, I like his penis, and it’s not like I’ll stroll out onto the Strip this afternoon and stumble over the perfect man. So why not enjoy Vik in the meantime? We’re good together, and I think we could be friends. Plus, there’s the whole incredible orgasms thing. The man’s a total giver in that department, and it would be a shame to not take advantage.
“Okay.” I’m weak. Completely, utterly weak. I blame that on the
