Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (20 page)

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ogan and Caleb stepped from his room, leaving Zeb curled up around Sage’s still form, asleep on his bed. Something serious had happened, but Logan had no idea what the hell that was exactly. It killed Logan seeing her curled up on the hallway floor, completely naked as sobs raked over her body.

There was no visual evidence, from looking over her shaking body, as to what had her so broken up. Closing the door behind him, Logan directed Caleb to follow him to the sitting room on the top floor. His body throbbed with anger, wanting to take away the pain she was obviously in.

Caleb threw himself into the recliner chair while Logan stood near the bar fridge, looking for something to subside the anger that was building more and more inside of him. Reaching for a bottle of top-shelf bourbon, Logan pulled the cap off and swigged it straight from the bottle; there was no need for a glass with the state he was in.

“Do you have any idea what the fuck happened tonight? Mac at the table with that bitch, Sarah, didn’t help obviously, but Sage really was upset, and then this shit happened,” Caleb rumbled.

Logan had no clue, but he was going to find out. No one hurt spitfire in anyway, especially not like this.

Turning around, he stomped over to his brother, handed him the bottle and sat beside him. “She was gone for what?” He glanced at his watch. “Two hours before we found her in the hallway? Whatever happened, it’s not good.”

He hated that Sage hadn’t said anything to him or his two brothers. He couldn’t fix the problem if he didn’t know what the situation was.
Shit!
He wanted to take the pain away from her; he would gladly absorb it himself if he could.

“Maybe one of the boys saw something outside while she was out there. Or someone inside did. I don’t know. I’m trying to come up with everything I can to try and work out what’s happening now,” Caleb mumbled, his face creased with confusion.

Logan reached over, took the bottle from Caleb’s hand and leaned back, taking a sip. He hissed as the liquor burned down his throat, taking his mind away for only a split second from the circumstances that eventuated tonight.

Reading the time on the clock in the room, 2:48 a.m., he sighed, “We can’t do anything now. We’ll wait till morning when we know everyone will be up and deal with it then. The only thing we can do now is try and get some sleep. Hopefully, she’ll talk to us tomorrow morning.”

“We both know she won’t. It’s going to be a matter of forcing it out of her; you know that,” Caleb responded as he stood from the chair.

Yeah, he knew that, but Logan desperately wanted Sage to tell them the truth without actually compelling her to.

Standing himself, they made their way out of the room and back to his bedroom. As he pushed the door open, Zeb moved slightly from where he was. Opening his eyes at the door opening, Logan nodded towards him as he rolled over further, pulling Sage tighter against him. Removing his shirt, he left his jeans on and slid into bed.

Caleb folded the sofa bed out in the corner of the room and lay down. Zeb’s light snoring echoed through the quiet room. He shifted onto his side as he faced Sage. She looked so peaceful compared to how she was earlier. Lifting his hand, Logan skimmed his fingers along her cheek.
What is going through her head?
Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she whimpered in her sleep.

Her body shifted slightly in Zeb’s grasp. He let her go enough so she sidled up closer to him. Her body was cold, still wrapped in the blanket Caleb wrapped around her. Pulling her flush against him, she sighed. The heat radiating from Logan was enough to stop the onslaught of shivers that coursed through her body.

Encasing his arm around her, loving how she fit perfectly aligned with him, he loved everything about this tiny spitfire of a woman. He couldn’t find one fault with her that he didn’t love. She was perfect, beautiful, smart, funny, and quick-witted, sharp tongued, and drove him completely insane with uncontrollable lust. She just had to glance his way, and he was throbbing for her.

Lightly tracing his fingers up and down her exposed back, he wasn’t allowing his cock to take over control of his mind. It wasn’t the right time to think of all the ways he wanted her. Fixing his erection in a more comfortable position, he lay wide-awake, stroking her back as she slept in his arms.

One way or another, in the morning, they were finding out the real story of what had happened to leave her in such a devastated state, whether she wanted to share it with them or not. He disliked that she had kept it to herself this long; he hated it, in fact. Logan wanted her to trust him with everything and anything.

Sage’s arm rested over his chest, her hand flat, covering his beating heart. Her leg thrown over his was making it quite hard not to think dirty thoughts about her, with the way she lay half on him.

Caleb shifted on the sofa at the end of the bed, grumbling something he could not hear, and then he sat up looking towards the door that went out to the balcony. Logan understood why he couldn’t sleep; with Sage upset, it was hard to.

Zeb’s arm covered over her lower body and his hand rested on her ribs. Her body was pushed tightly against his; nothing could possibly fit between them. He shifted her a little, not complaining about having her so close to him, but it was extremely hard not to do what he wanted.

The blanket rose higher up her leg as she followed him further across the bed. Groaning, Logan shifted from her, sat up and sat there on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower might help erase the thoughts running through his head.

Standing, he stepped lightly, not wanting to wake her.

“You know that won’t help, bro,” Caleb’s voice echoed towards him.

“I would rather freeze my nuts off than molest her in her sleep, Caleb,” Logan grumbled.

Walking into the bathroom, Logan closed the door before he switched the light on, not wanting to disrupt anyone in the room.

Stripping his jeans and ignoring his erection, he stood under the head of the shower and turned it on straight to cold. Water gushed out and covered him instantly. “Shit,” he hissed as his body erupted with goose bumps. He stood under the water for as long as he could handle it, and then quickly turned the handle so the hot water came through.

Resting his head against the wall as the warm water cascaded down his head and back, he knew there was no way he was going to get any sleep now. Looking down at his still-erect cock, it was obviously thinking the same thing itself. He wasn’t going to pull himself off; if he did, it would only heighten his desire further for her, and this wasn’t the right time for it either.

Shaking his head, he grabbed the soap, lathered up his hands and started to wash. Starting with his arms, then his chest, he slid further down his torso until he reached his hardness. Gripping his length in hand, his other hand resting against the wall of the shower as he stood there, he wanted nothing more than to walk back into the room and wake her with his mouth between her legs, to hear the sweet sounds of pleasure come from her mouth. Licking his lips, Logan imagined the taste of her there while Caleb or Zeb fought over who she was going to suck off first between them.

Pulling his hand away from his erection, he turned off the water and stepped out. Pulling a towel from the hanger, he dried himself as best he could. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Logan took a deep breath and opened the door.

The light from the bathroom cast over the darkened room. The sheets were thrown to the side where Caleb once lay. Noticing the main door to the room ajar, he knew his brother couldn’t sleep either. Walking over to his closet, Logan removed a pair of jeans from a hanger and pulled them on. Leaving them un-zipped, he removed a buttoned shirt from the clean hamper, and placed it on, leaving it open.

Glancing one final time towards the bed, Logan absorbed the breathtaking image before him; Sage lay fully exposed to him. The blanket was at her feet and Zeb’s tanned arm rested over her hip. Her completely naked back and ass was bare for the world to see. He quietly stepped towards the bed and lifted the blanket to cover her.

It was a shame to cover something so beautiful. Her hand slid slowly down Zeb’s front, resting at the top of his jeans. Zeb’s body shifted slightly to her movement. Grinning to himself, Logan walked towards the door and closed it quietly behind him.

He preferred to stay in bed with her wrapped around him, but it wouldn’t help his erection if he did. He needed to occupy his mind from her naked form in bed. Knowing there was plenty to do on the family property, it was the best choice to leave the room and find something that would distract him enough from her.

Walking down the stairs, Logan knew his father would be up and ready for the day’s work. The only ones who ever got a chance to sleep in here were when Sage or any close family or friends came to visit. Not one of the Harper boys or the workers had the privilege of that when there was work do be done.

Stepping into the kitchen, he found his father and Caleb leaning against the bench, drinking coffee. Caleb nodded his way as he approached the coffee machine and poured himself one.

“You’re up early, son,” his father observed.

“No point in sleeping if there’s stuff to do,” Logan replied.

“Yeah, I doubt that is where your mind is at right now.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh. Nothing was held back from their father. If it was, it wasn’t for long, since the old man saw a lot of what was happening around him.

“So why are you both down here when you have a pretty little woman in your bed?”

With most parents, there was a limit you could share with them, but with his father, nothing was ever held back.

“Dad, do you really want the details on that?” Caleb voiced as he sat down at the breakfast bench.

“No, not really. Sage is like a daughter to me. I don’t want to know what you all do in your spare time, but I’m here if any of you ever need to talk.”

“Yeah, we know, Dad,” Logan said with a smile as he stood near the sink.

“Well, since you are both here, I think we should go and sort out that damn barn. I’m sick of my shit being placed back where it ain’t supposed to be,” his father said.

Caleb slid off the stool and placed his cup in the sink as he passed Logan. “Well stop allowing the workers in there to take your shit out.”

“Watch your mouth, son. I’ll still kick your ass.”

“Least I will give you a run for your money, old man.”

Well shit!
Caleb was in one of those damn moods.

“Who are you calling old man, squirt? The day you can beat me will be the day I’m six-foot under.” The boom of his dad’s laughter echoed through the kitchen as he was ready to follow the arguing pair.

Least it wasn’t going to be one of those boring days, that was for sure. Closing the door behind him, Logan slid on his boots and caught up to them as they walked towards the barn. Today was going to be a good day, even knowing that what Sage would tell them could possibly upset them; he wasn’t going to allow that at all. No matter the information she told them, he was taking this as a new day.

He would help sort the barn out and anything else his father needed, and then he and his brothers were going to spend quality time with Sage. A ride across the acres of the property and maybe stop off at the dam and have some lunch and a swim.

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S
age groaned as she started to wake. Throwing the blanket off, she tried to sit up but was held back by a tan arm lying over her stomach; a hand also gripped her hip. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Zeb’s green eyes staring at her. Throwing her head back against the pillow, she wiggled her body away from his; well, she tried to at least.

Zeb pulled her flush against his front, feeling the evidence of his arousal nudging her ass.

Her hands fisted the sheet, as his fingers traced little circles over her hip. His foot pushed between her legs, opening them further as his hand slid down from her hip to the top of her clit and sat there, not going any further.

Her breathing became heavy as they lay in silence. It was killing her that his hand had stopped moving, when all she wanted was for him to slide lower and feel him inside of her.

Ready to say something to him, she felt his mouth on her neck. Light kisses started from behind her ear, down her neck and back up as he tightened his hold on her hip. He ground his erection harder into her ass, making her whimper at the hardness; she wanted nothing more than to have him anyway she could.

His mouth returned to her ear. “Unless you want me to take you right now, I suggest you jump up and get in the shower,” Zeb whispered with a heavy breath as he bit her earlobe.

Her whole body shivered at his words. How could she or anyone that was in her shoes right now remove themselves from a bed with a half-naked man behind them, their erection grounding against their ass? Not many at all would do that. There was no way she was leaving the bed right now, not a chance.

Images from the previous night flashed through her mind. Initially a few pleasant ones filtered through, until hurtful words spilled from Mac’s mouth. She didn’t want the agony from having her heart shredded. She needed to forget how her ‘special’ night had destroyed a piece of her heart.

She wanted and needed to forget. 

Flipping over and facing him suddenly, taking him by surprise, Sage fisted his cock through his jeans. His hips lifted off the bed as she slid under them and gripped him in her hand. She loved that he never worn underwear, completely commando underneath.

Zeb hissed as her hand glided over him, painfully slow. Gripping the sheet in one hand beside him, his other found its way between her legs, rubbing over her clit. Rubbing against his hand, she lifted her leg up slightly, giving him more access to where she wanted him.

His thumb found her hard bud, adding pressure; she did the same with her movements along him. Both moaning at what they were doing to each other, she needed more of him. Sitting up, she undid his button and pulled the zipper down. His cock sprang free instantly; a drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip as her hand wrapped around him again.