Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (6 page)

Her hands fisted beside her under the blanket.
What is he doing to me?
His fingers stroked lightly over her hip to her stomach. Her core clenched, wanting him there. Then his fingers were tracing over her underwear. Her eyes locked to his, trying to read him, any kind of sign to explain what was happening.

As his fingers moved down, she knew the moment he felt how wet she was through her panties. The sexy little groan he made in the back of his throat, and the way he slid closer to her, indicated he knew just how hot for his touch she was. Lifting her leg, he placed it against his thigh, running his finger along that ankle, while his other hand moved between her legs, tracing from her clit to her opening.

Caleb pressed her foot against him, making her feel how hard he was beneath his jeans. “Baby, why are you so wet?” he moaned, as she slid her foot over his erection.

She couldn’t believe how bold she was at this moment. She wasn’t a prude; she knew the concept of foreplay; she did that enough to herself, but this was the furthest anyone had ever gone with her. She had her toys that she owned in a black box; most of them were clit stimulators, one vibrator that she used regularly, but never pushed it far enough. She didn’t want to lose her V card to a vibrator; she wanted the real thing and from someone that meant a lot to her. Then there was the anal plug she had; she had tried that many times, enjoyed using it when she was using her vibrator, but it wasn’t real. She wanted to feel a real hard pulsating length other than a stupid toy.

Although not allowing anyone this close to her, she had given blow jobs before. It was the girls who had taught her on a dildo how to give the best one. She listened to everything that they had told her, and she gave her first one to a guy at one of Bri’s parties. Well, it wasn’t some stranger, it was another guy she grew up with besides the Harper boys, Max Williston. She wanted to ask one of the boys if she could experiment on them, but she was embarrassed, afraid they would laugh at her, knowing all their sexual background. Why would any of them accept her offer to see whether she could give a decent blow job? Max was more than willing at accepting her offer. Two hours spent in Bri’s bathroom, she went through everything they had taught her and listened to what Max told her as well. Now, she knew how to please a guy with only her mouth, without it going any further.

Glancing at Caleb, his eyes were staring at hers. He had never acted like this towards her, and neither had any of the other Harper boys. She felt him move aside her panties, sucking in a breath as his finger skimmed over her, swirling over her clit. Her toes dug into his pants, feeling him harden further as his hips moved against her. Holy crap! She had no idea why this was happening, but she didn’t have the willpower or the desire to stop it.

His hand tightened over her foot, sliding it over him, as his finger pushed inside of her a little. Her pussy gripped him, wanting him to slide deeper.

“God, you’re killing me, spitfire,” he mumbled.

“Please, Caleb,” she moaned as his finger slid deeper. This was officially the best morning ever!

“What do you want, Sage?” He slid closer to her, her foot still pressed to his cock. His finger slipped in and out of her, sending all of her nerves on high alert.

“I don’t know,” she gasped as he hit a spot deep in her core.

“Spitfire, Jesus, you’re tight.”

As he slid out, another finger joined the first one. His wrist twisted and pushed forward, causing her back to bow off the bed.

“Please, make me come, Caleb.” The words had simply spilled out from her mouth. She was too wet, too far gone to be embarrassed or overthink her request.

Groaning, he leaned over her body, pushing her legs as far apart as they could and slid his body between them, while his fingers moved faster and faster inside of her. She tried to reach for him, but he pinned her hands above her head.

“Don’t think that it’s such a good idea for you to touch me, spitfire. If you do, it will all be over before you come,” he whispered against her mouth.

His teeth latched onto her lips, nibbling as her tongue stroked over them and his thumb applied pressure to her bud. Circling his thumb, his fingers twisting inside of her, hitting that unknown spot she had heard so much about. Her pants came quicker, knowing she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he moaned into her mouth.

As Sage was about to answer him, his mouth slammed to hers; she had never been kissed like this before. It was hot, primal, possessive and sexy as hell. His fingers pulled back and slammed forward, causing her pussy to ripple around his digits.

His tongue made its way into her mouth, sucking and nipping at it, loving the moan coming from him.

“Ready, spitfire?”

She had no clue what he was saying. Then he added a third finger and pumped into her ferociously. Her hips lifted off the bed, grinding against him.

“Caleb,” she panted.

“Come for me, spitfire. Break apart for me, now.”

The words did it. Her back bowed off the bed as his fingers moved faster and harder, extending the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. His mouth caught her screams as she continued to erupt around him.

His fingers stopped moving but were still buried inside of her as he pulled back from her mouth. Sweat covered his brow. A trail ran down his neck and into his shirt.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, spitfire.”

Grinning up at her, he sat back, lifted his fingers that he had inside of her and sucked each of them clean right there.

Blushing, she pulled up the blanket covering herself. Now, she was a little embarrassed. What was happening? Why did he do that to her? Did he expect something in return? She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the thought.

He stood up, not caring that her eyes landed on the front of his pants as he rearranged himself right in front of her.

“Um, I can help with that,” she whispered.

His eyes darkened as he caught what she meant.

“As tempting as that sounds, spitfire, the minute that pretty little mouth of yours is wrapped around my cock, I’ll be done.” His hand slid beneath his jeans, stayed there for a few seconds as her eyes followed his hand travelling up and down his erection. Gulping, she pressed her legs together.

Laughing, he spoke, “You need to stop thinking what you are, right now, Sage, or you will not make it out of this bed.”

Her eyes shot to his, and she immediately saw the mischief in them.

“Go have a shower. When you are done, come downstairs and I’ll cook breakfast for you.” He bent over and kissed her on her forehead and left the room.

“Shit,” she mumbled. God, how she wanted him inside of her. But the fact was, she was as confused as shit. Why had he given her the best orgasm of her life? Was there a catch to what happened? Something was going on and she needed to find out. Hopping off her bed, she strolled into her bathroom and turned the water on. Once she was under it, her body tingled from the heat; her body was super-sensitive from her release. It had been nothing like she’d ever experienced before; she never came like that when she got herself off.

She knew all the Harper boys had been around the block, everyone in town heard about it all. Some of the women in town even said that they have had a go on the Harper train, meaning they had the opportunity to spend a night or two with all four of them. That was the most popular rumour going around town. Yes, they’d had their fair share of women, but most of the talk was one woman between the four of them.

It was a wet dream to even think to have all four of them at once. She would never admit it to anyone, but all her dreams were of her between the four Harper boys. She knew that would never happen; one or two of them, possibly, but never all four. She wasn’t their type to have in their four-pack for a night of bliss.

Sliding to the floor of the shower, she decided to sit in it for a while longer; she needed to bring her body back down from her orgasm-confused mind and think about exactly what had happened minutes ago. She wasn’t going to think too much into it; she refused to. Getting her hopes up that all her fantasies could remotely come true was just too cruel and unrealistic to consider. She couldn’t do that to her heart or her body. 

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Z
eb leaned against the sink in Sage’s kitchen, groaning as he heard her scream out. He knew exactly what Caleb was doing up there; he just hoped he didn’t go too far with her. Fixing his own erection up behind his pants, he slid into a chair at the bench and waited for Logan to come back inside.

He watched as Logan paced Sage’s back deck. Something was bothering him. He’d pinch the top of his nose as he listened to whoever it was on the other end of the line.

“What’s he doing out there?” Caleb asked, waltzing into the kitchen.

“Don’t know,” Zeb replied.

Sliding in beside him, Caleb’s shoulder pushed against his as he reached over and grabbed the paper.

“So, how is she?” Caleb knew exactly what he was asking.

“Sweet as fucking candy,” Caleb grinned.

Fuck!
Zeb knew she would be too.

This was killing him. He had been walking around with an erection for the last week; hell, for the last couple of months. Nothing he did to relieve the pressure worked; his own cock knew where it wanted to be. And that was deep inside Sage.

Logan slid the glass door closed as he entered the kitchen.

“Everything all right, Logan?” Caleb asked, standing near the bench.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Logan looked over at Caleb, “Did she wake up okay?”

“She did.”

“How is she feeling?” Logan asked.

“On cloud nine, I’m guessing,” Caleb laughed.

“You didn’t, did you?” Logan asked, his body ridged, hoping for the right answer.

“No, bro. Just a little taste of what’s to come.” Caleb’s eyes never left the newspaper he was holding as he and Logan went back and forth.

“Good, we can’t rush this with her. Plus I don’t want to frighten her away either. We bide our time with her.”

They all knew what was going to happen; it was up to Sage to accept what they were going to give her.

“I need to head into the office for a few hours, are you two all right here with her? Don’t do anything with her other than what we’ve spoken about. If you can’t handle it, leave now,” Logan questioned.

“All good here,” Zeb replied.

“No problem with me,” Caleb agreed.

“Okay, Mac apparently will be over sometime today, but I doubt he will be. See if one of you can have a talk with him, and find out what the hell is going on with him while you’re at it.”

Mac had been holding himself back lately. It wasn’t just because of Sage, but something else was bothering him. Zeb had tried to get whatever it was out of him, but all he got in return was, ‘Nothing you need to fucking know about.’

Zeb knew what it was like, Jesus, he wasn’t the only one going through it alone; they all were. Sage Mathews belonged to all four of them. She didn’t know it yet, but she was about to find out soon enough. They were all waiting on Mac to realise what she meant to all of them and admit his own feelings too. Once Mac accepted that, they could move on to the next step.

“I’ll give him a call and find out when he’ll be over,” Zeb said.

“Right! I’ll catch you two later on. Don’t do anything else with her, you got me?” He looked straight at Caleb.

“Yeah, you have my word,” Caleb grumbled.

Once Logan had left, Caleb dropped the paper on the bench. “Does she have any food in this place?”

“There’s bacon and sausages in the fridge from last night, and eggs as well. Why?”

“I told her I’d make her breakfast when she came down.”

That was a shock and a half. Caleb never cooked for anyone but himself. Watching as he grabbed the food from the fridge and set it aside as he found the frying pan, Zeb realised Caleb really felt something towards Sage. He wasn’t the only one, Zeb thought. Scratching his head as Caleb opened each cupboard looking for something, Zeb was amused watching him fawn over a woman.

“What are you looking for?”

Zeb turned around at the sound of her voice. She stood against the far wall smiling as Caleb was still going through her kitchen cupboards.

Caleb lifted his head from one of the lower cupboards and hit his head. “Shit,” he grumbled.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she cooed as she stepped towards him. She hadn’t seen Zeb yet, so he wasn’t going to let on that he was in the room with them.

“I think you should give me a kiss, that will make the pain go away,” Caleb suggested as he walked up to her.

“Nice try,” she laughed, pushing past him. “What were you looking for anyway?”

“The chopping board.”

She bent over, her ass sticking out as she retrieved the chopping board.

The groan left Zeb’s mouth before he could hold it back. Her head shot up and glanced his way. Eyes wide, she looked from him to Caleb and back.

“How long have you been there?”

Straightening himself in the chair, he answered, “Since late last night. Actually, we all have,” Zeb said with a grin.

“Who is all?” Sage frowned.

“Me, Caleb and Logan. Mac had something to do.”

He saw the pain flash across her face before she plastered a smile to cover it. Shrugging her shoulders, she moved past Caleb to the coffee machine and hit the button.

As she was waiting, she reached up on tiptoes for her mug from the top shelf. Her hand was just out of reach. Standing from his chair, Zeb moved behind her. His body pressed securely behind hers, he felt her suck in a breath as his erection pushed against her sexy ass. His hand gripped her hip as he grabbed the cup and placed it in her shaky hand.

Zeb stepped back enough for her to turn in his grasp. She was absolutely gorgeous. Standing around five-feet-ten against his own tall frame, her blonde hair sat at the back of her head in a messy bun. She was perfect. Grinning down at her, he knew exactly how many freckles she had covering her nose: seven little dark ones. Her eyes darkened the deepest violet shade; her pupils dilated at being this close to him.