Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (7 page)

Leaning forward, she gripped the bench top, knuckles turning white as he ran his nose along her throat. His tongue sneaked out and tasted her sweet skin at the base of her throat. God, he needed more from her.

He didn’t care whether Caleb was watching his actions or cooking; his hand slid up the side of her ribs, lightly brushing over the side of her breast, loving how she gasped that sweetest sound. Her head fell back against the door of the cupboard as his mouth descended further down to above her cleavage. His other hand moved around the back of her, grabbing her ass firmly, and lifting her onto the top of the bench. He stepped in-between her legs, rubbing his cock along the seam of her shorts, knowing it was pulling taught against her clit.

“Zeb,” she whimpered.

Her hand’s lifted and dug into his shoulders as he rocked back and forth against her, sending waves of pleasure through her system.

“You are so sexy when you moan, Sage,” Zeb mumbled against her ear.

Her body shivered at his words.

“Now, guys, it’s not fair if you both have all the fun.” He heard the amusement in Caleb’s voice and pulled away from her, panting.

Wide-eyed, she looked over his shoulder directly at Caleb. Zeb could see the wheels turning inside that gorgeous head of hers.

Lifting her chin so her eyes locked on his, Zeb spoke, “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” he told Sage.

She pushed him away enough to remove herself from the bench, and moved away hastily to the coffee machine. Her back completely to him and Caleb, as she poured her coffee.

“What’s the plan for today?” Caleb asked him.

“Several appointments at the Hilton today, confirming their security contract, another at Club Burn. Mac is taking that one, and two meetings in the office regarding renewals of contract.”

“Where do I need to be?” Caleb asked as he pulled out his phone.

“Logan is sending you an email. He’s waiting for the reply from venue people to confirm the time and place to meet. Unsure as to how long that one will take.”

“That’s fine.”

Caleb clicked away on his phone. Zeb turned around and faced Sage, her back still to them. He walked up behind her and touched her arm. Flinching, she spun around. “What plans do you have today?” he asked.

Looking at the clock on the microwave, she answered, “I need to be at work in the next hour,” she whispered.

“Do you need a lift?”

Her eyes scanned everywhere in the kitchen, frantically. “Um, no. One of the girls is picking me up.”

What was she hiding? Didn’t she want them to know where she worked? They had asked her on several occasions—shit, more like a million—about where she worked, but all she told them was that she did office work for a company in town. Zeb dropped it for now, but he was sure as hell going to find out exactly where she worked and soon. He couldn’t handle not knowing, especially now.

Stepping back, Zeb walked over towards the back door. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you later, right?” he asked his brother.

“Yeah.”

“See you later, spitfire,” he said before he walked out of the door and headed towards his truck. He had to pull his desires for her in completely. It was all too much for her in one hit. He could see it all over her face. And the fact that his brother was with her earlier that morning confirmed she was confused and had no idea what was going on. Zeb could have kicked himself. He knew he shouldn’t have touched her after what Caleb had done whatever he did in the bedroom before he came downstairs.
Jesus Christ!
At this rate, if he or his brothers didn’t stop the advances on her, she would run far, far away from them, and they’d never see her again. Zeb didn’t want that. He had been in love with her for the last ten years, and his feelings for her were strong. He was struggling to control his full-blown desires to take her in his arms and love every single inch of her the way he wanted, and to claim her as his, but it wasn’t just him. It was the four of them who wanted her that way and more.

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S
age sagged against the kitchen bench once Zeb left. Good, she felt like such a hussy. Caleb made her come while still in bed, then she almost allowed Zeb to do the same thing in her kitchen. Slapping her hand over her face, her core clenched at the idea of either one of them buried deep inside of her, but it frightened her as well. Both Zeb and Caleb had years of experience ahead of her; even if she had decided to go through with it, would they be able to tell if she was still a virgin?

She mentally smacked herself against the side of her head. Why did she wait so long for the right person? Why couldn’t she have just given it up to one of those guys on a randomly drunk night? Because who she wanted to take her V-card from her had no bloody idea. Frustrated with herself, Sage stormed off towards her room. She needed to get ready for work.

Although she loved her shop that she owned, she hated being there every day. She wanted to work from home, not worry about getting up every morning and deciding on what to wear to work. She wanted to have the luxury of wearing her pyjamas as she sold items over her website. The boys knew she ran her business from home, but didn’t know to the extent of her job. She blushed at the remarks that they would say if she told them that she ran a website based on sex toys and lingerie. Kaidence was supposed to collect her in the next ten minutes to drop her off. Then a whole day of sitting at her desk, sorting out invoices of purchases, wage slips and filling out orders for purchases over her website would fill her day. Half of what she sold over her website was in her spare room, the other half at the shop, so for her to work from home was a great idea. Damn, she could be doing that exact thing at home right now. She just needed to talk to her girls and see what they thought of her idea. She loved the ideas they gave her. Even though they annoyed her to no end, it helped her decide what she wanted.

Pulling on a pair of slacks, a white blouse and her boots, she walked back out into the kitchen and grabbed her travel mug. Turning around to grab her bag, she bumped straight into Caleb.

“I thought you’d left,” she said. Straightening herself up, she looked into his bright sexy blue eyes.

“Trying to get rid of me already, spitfire?”

“No. And will you stop calling me that?” Sage growled.

She hated the nickname that three out of the four of them called her. Ever since the first fight she had with a girl over something so stupid—Logan pulled her off the girl, only resulting in him getting kicked in the balls in the process from her—he’d grunted in pain and told her, ‘Settle down, spitfire.’ Ever since that day, Logan, Caleb and Zeb called her that.

She didn’t know why Mac never called her that. It was always her real name he used, and she kind of felt unhappy that he never voiced her nickname.

Caleb stepped towards her, only resulting in her stepping back away from him. She couldn’t be close to him, right now.

“You love it, Sage,” he whispered down to her.

Didn’t she ever!

The way he and the other two said it always sent a thrill through her.

“You bloody wish, Caleb.” She pushed him away from her and started to walk towards the front entrance, only to be pulled back by him.

Her hands rested against his chest as his mouth lingered near hers. “I wish for a lot of things, and I know the most important one will be coming true very soon, spitfire.”

Sage’s body betrayed her and fell into his. His arms locked around her body as his mouth latched onto hers. His tongue entered her mouth, and as she sucked on it, he groaned, and pushed her against the door. Lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his waist, he rotated his hips, sliding against her pants, exactly where she wanted him.

Pulling away, she gasped for air as his mouth travelled from her mouth over to her ear and bit it, hard. Her hands held his head there as he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock over her pussy. His hand slid down over her stomach to the top of her pants. Once he had the zipper down, his hand inched in, tracing over the top of her panties. Jesus, she was soaked.

He only had to move another couple of inches and he would find out that her panties were saturated. A horn blared in the back ground, pulling her out of her haze.

“Caleb,” she groaned. His lips still moved against her skin, down her neck as she pushed him away. “Kaidence is here. I need to go,” she mumbled as she fixed herself up.

He stood staring at her, as his own hand slid into his jeans and slid up and down over his length, very fucking slowly. Whimpering at the loss of him, Sage couldn’t take her eyes off what his hand was doing. His other hand came up and pulled the zipper down.

Oh, my God!
She was finally going to see his cock.

Pushing his jeans down further, she saw the top of his boxer shorts, black with a satin band. They were going down too. She could see his erection to the side, still covered with the black material.

Another blare from the horn boomed through her quiet house, making her jump at the noise.

Looking up at his face, he grinned down at her as he pulled his jeans back up and zipped them too.

“Sorry, maybe another time, spitfire.”

She spun around, muttering, “Tease,” as she slammed the door behind her.
Holy God damn shitty shit!
She was so close, just a few more seconds and she would have seen him erect, hard and only wanting her. She was so ready to drop to the ground right in front of him and offer to blow him, since he had already gotten her off this morning, and he was close to doing it again just then.

Shaking her head, she heard his laughter through the door and grinned to herself. Payback was a bitch when it came a-knocking. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun planning payback. Jumping in the passenger’s side of Kaidence’s Lexus, clicking her belt on, she turned to face her.

“Hey bitch, thanks for taking me in today.”

“No worries, lovely. What’s with the shit-eating grin?”

“Oh, I was close, so close to giving Caleb a blow job,” she laughed as the car veered to the right.

“Come again?” Kaid gasped, a look of shock covering her face.

“He had me against the door when you arrived, his hand down my pants and close to touching me, then I pushed him away, ready to walk out, until he slid his own hand down his pants, pulling himself off. Then he started to push his pants down. Jesus, so fucking close to seeing his package,” Sage sighed in longing and frustration.

“Well, tits on a cracker. Fuck, now I wished I walked in to get you. I would have forgotten about me out there, and fucked his brains out, Sage. Shit, now I’m fucking wet just listening to what you said. Need me some hard, sweaty pounding,” Kaid said as she fanned herself.

“Settle down, tart. After you drop me off, go home and get yourself off. But before you go, I need some devilish ideas to get him back, up for it?” She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of getting back at him for arousing her so badly. Payback was going to be a bitch for him.

“You know I’ll be in, especially if it has anything to do with those Harper boys.”

Oh, she knew it. Kaidence, Bri and Lilly had been dry humping each other ever since the Harper boys came into her life; she swore sometimes they would only come over to see her when they all knew either one or all of the boys were at her house. Giggling to herself, she never took it to heart; she would have done the same if any of them had four drop-dead, sex-on-a-pole, so very fuckable guys coming nearly every day over to their place. They could pant from a distance; there was no way she was sharing all four of them with her friends. Nope, she wasn’t sharing the Harper brothers with anyone, not even her best bitches.

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M
ac left Club Burn as soon as he could. He dropped off the signed contract over to Logan, but he wasn’t expecting the ass lashing he received. He wasn’t in the slightest mood to see Sage right now. It wasn’t the fact he didn’t want to see her, but in the state he was in after everything he had seen at the club, it wasn’t a chance he wanted to take.

She tempted him in so many ways, and just hearing her voice would have him stripping her bare and fucking her senseless. Groaning, he rubbed over his erection as he drove to her place, following a bloody promise he made to Logan to stop by her house and see her for only a few minutes.

When he stood there in the club, none of them knew it was a BDSM club; the name never gave it away, and neither did any of the owners. They had obviously wanted him to get a first impression, and boy did he ever. Everywhere Mac went or looked, all he could picture was Sage, handcuffed and gagged, bent over a table, or tied to a cross while he flogged her until she exploded. The best image he came up with was her spread eagle on her bed, blindfolded, his cock pounding inside of her relentlessly, as her endless screams surrounded him.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He needed to get these frigging thoughts out of his head before he stepped a foot inside her door. Why couldn’t he have said no to seeing her tonight and headed home? No, because he actually wanted to see her. Now all he had to do was tame down his arousal, spend fifteen to twenty minutes in her presence and leave, then find a willing woman at the nearby bar closest to his house.

Pulling up in her driveway, Mac jumped out, rearranged himself in a more comfortable position and walked up the stairs to the door.

Caleb had messaged him saying that he couldn’t meet back at her house; he needed to leave town for the day to sort out some problems that were happening at one of their venues. Logan was running late, and as to Zeb, God knew where he was. The bastard never answered his phone when he was calling.

Knocking on the door, he noticed none of the lights were on. Checking the time, it was coming close to 9 p.m.; she was always up until around 10-10:30 p.m.. Knocking once again, he listened to see if he could hear any kind of noise. Turning the door handle, he was shocked when it turned in his hand. Damn it, they had repeatedly told her to lock her bloody front door, even if she was home.