Harper clenched her legs around him as tight as she could, then let go of his hair. Raking her nails across his chest, she felt his body shudder.
"There she is."
He drove into her all the way to the hilt, finally. She smiled and rolled her hips, her body elevating at this much-needed contact and pressure.
She resumed losing herself in his hair, the scrape of his beard, the fierceness of his lips.
"More. Harder," she said, tugging, pulling, demanding with her whole body. She used all the fight in her to bring him closer. They were as close as two people could be, but she needed more.
But Dash had been fucking her so hard they were close to tumbling off the bed.
"Here, I got you," he said, grabbing her up and friskily tossing her at an angle across the bed. Dash lifted her hips off the mattress and rammed her senseless.
From this position, she could no longer pull his hair, but he egged her on every time she raked her nails over his skin. His eyes would close, and he'd yell out a curse every time she did it. She missed the closeness of his mouth and was about to try to pull him closer, to feel his body weighing her down. But as she reached up, his thumb found her clit.
In tandem with the lively pounding, the things he did with that thumb sent Harper into another place.
"I don't hate you, Dash. I never hated you. You just bugged the shit out of me."
His eyes widened, and he roared out his orgasm, his body seizing up around her with one final thrust that nearly sent her off the edge of the bed again.
"I got a lot of punishing coming to me, feisty girl. Don't be afraid to take it all out on me. I can take it. I can take whatever you got."
His wildness, combined with his tender side, continued to catch Harper off guard. The feelings Dash brought up were more than she thought she could handle.
Her release slammed through her, and she grasped around for something to hold on to. Dash leaned in closer and kissed her tenderly. "Hold on to me; I got you, firecracker."
Chapter Nine
Dash
When she invited him into her bathroom to clean up together, Dash had been expecting a shower.
Instead, he saw a beat-up, small-ish clawfoot tub attached to a bunch of exposed copper pipes.
He admired Harper's body as she dropped her nightgown to the floor and turned on the hot water.
He asked, "Why don't you have a shower?"
She looked over her shoulder at him flirtatiously as she poured bubble bath liquid under the running water. "Because I like baths."
"But baths don't clean you," he said.
She looked offended. "Are you telling me I'm not clean? Because that does not make me want to share a tub with you."
He laughed. "Alright, let's not argue, OK?"
She agreed and motioned for him to get in first. Dash grumbled as he situated himself. "This thing is barely big enough for me."
"So hang your legs outside the tub," she said.
He forgot what bugged him about the tub as he watched her bare ass slowly drop in front of him. She settled her little body in between his thighs. "This is sexier anyway," she said.
Dash rubbed his hands together and spread the herbal-scented soap suds all over Harper's back.
He'd known this girl his entire life.
"I'm not going to lie. I've wondered what you looked like naked before," he said.
"What? When?"
"Harper, we've been going to the same public beach every summer since birth. You can't fathom a teenage boy undressing you with his eyes?"
She looked back at him. "I was in a one-piece in high school, and we were in different friend groups."
"That never stopped me from looking."
As he stroke her back with the loofah sponge, he had never imagined this would happen.
He had never pictured before today—or last night, he wasn't sure what time it was—that he would ever see this much of her. Have her this close.
"Lean back."
Even as she did what he said, she smarted off. "You're very bossy when it comes to this stuff."
"When it comes to what?"
"Naked sexy times. You like me to scratch you, pull your hair…but at the same time, you're bossy as fuck."
He chuckled and watched her wet red curls wrap around his index finger. "My head is clear now. We can't function as adults until we let go of the hate."
"I never really hated you," she reminded him. "That wasn't just my orgasm talking."
"But you didn't like me."
"I didn't get you."
Dash dragged his hand up her wet bare arm, and he placed a sloppy kiss on her shoulder. Looking down over her shoulder, he gazed at her lovely pink mounds floating in the bubbly water—god, what a view.
"Oh my god. Are you getting another boner?"
He laughed. "Sweetcheeks. It's the same boner every time. I don't change it out like repulsor discs."
"What the hell is a repulsor disc?" Harper snorted.
"Okay. You remember when Iron Man—"
Harper looked back at him again and held up one hand. "I'm gonna stop you right there. I've never seen a single Marvel movie."
Dash considered whether he should continue this thread of conversation but went for it anyway. "Well, actually, the repulsor technology originated in the comic books before the movies—"
Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as she turned a few degrees more to level him with her gaze. "Oh, look. Your repulsor has vanquished its one true nemesis, my lady boner."
"Oh really?" He dragged his hands down her back and circled her waist, then let his hands dive down between her legs. She hissed when he found her split and expertly located her button. "Liar."
Harper was working hard to bite back a moan when he ran sensuous circles around her clit, but her whimpering felt even more sultry in his ears, turning him on even more.
"You know what your superhero name would be? Harper the Cock
