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Authors: M. Dauphin

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The next morning I wake up before the sun and spend a good half hour planning my approach for the day. She’s here. She got home just a few hours ago. I should let her sleep but I have this insane urge to see her.

Pulling myself out of bed, I get dressed for my morning jog. I’m certain she’s never been up this early to know that I leave for a run every day, but just in case she is I opt for no shirt today.

Sitting in the living room, waiting for my phone to charge enough for music on my run, I hear a noise from her room that startles me enough to perk up and glare towards her door.

Is someone in there with her? I pause and listen again.

“NO!” I hear her muffled voice yell and my first instinct kicks in and I’m barreling through her door in no time flat, ready to beat the shit out of the guy that doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

What I’m not ready to see is her, fast asleep, the sheets tangled around her nude body, and her face scrunched into a face I’ve never seen her wear before.

“No,” she whimpers as her mouth turns down into a frown.

“Harp,” I whisper, moving closer to her. An urge to reach out and caress her leg comes over me. Her ass is just barely covered by the black sheet and, lying on her stomach, her back is bare to me.

Jesus she’s sexy.

“Harper,” I say a little louder, crouching down by her bed. Her face softens and she grins in her sleep.

“Mmm Knox,” she whispers.

Suddenly her eyes whip open and she’s staring me straight in the eyes.

“Knox?” Her brows furrow, then it dawns on her her current predicament.

“What’re you doing?” Her voice, half filled with sleep, partial amusement lacing the other half. She pulls the covers slowly over the rest of her as she sits up in bed, leaving her side bare to me.

“You were talking in your sleep,” I say, my voice filled with a shit ton more emotion and lust than it needs to be.

Why does her having nightmares bother me so much?

“Oh.” She rubs the sleep from her eyes and glances at the clock. “What the hell are you doing up at five in the morning?” She glances back at me and now it’s my turn to smirk as I stand; her eyes traveling the length of my body slowly until they land on mine.

“I always go for a run at this time. You’re usually passed out when I leave and when I return.” I shrug and start walking towards the door. Her eyes follow me the entire time. “No more nightmares, ok? They really freak me out.” I’m not lying either. I didn’t like that. At all.

“Right,” she mumbles, lying back down in bed.

I leave her bedroom and click the door shut. I’m in more need of a run now than I was before that whole ordeal. My dick wants to walk me back in there and fuck her senseless, so instead I hit the pavement.

Hard.

Each hit of my foot to the pavement is another memory of her I want erased. This job isn’t for pussies. It’s not a search for romance. It’s a way to get me everything I want. It’s selfish.

Three fucking weeks with her and I’m already regretting living so close to her. Human beings are programmed to love, cherish, and attach. I don’t want to be like that! But seeing her in bed, so natural and so vulnerable, brought out something in me that I now have to try my fucking hardest to put away.

 

 

One month down, two to go.

I’ve held out this long. I can last the next two months.

If I keep telling myself this maybe I’ll actually be able to go through with it. As it stands, though, I’m standing here in my living room, staring down the only piece of man meat I’ve ever truly wanted to devour slowly, while he grins back at me because he knows he’s right!

“I’m not in danger when I walk home in the middle of the night,” I growl. I fucking hate when men think just because I’m a girl I can’t defend myself. I was a black belt years and years ago. I have moves he’s never dreamed of.

“I’m not saying you’re going to get hurt if someone approaches you. I’m saying I’m available to pick you up every night and I’d rather you didn’t have to deal with the assholes that roam the streets at that time. Plus, it makes me worry less about you.”

I glare at him, then flick my gaze to the clock.

Three pm. I have two hours until I have to be at work but I wish I had to leave right now just to get away from him. The more we bicker, the sexier he gets.

Is that even possible?
Yes. Yes it is.

I huff and cross my arms under my chest, grinning when his eyes immediately go to my tits.

God I love this feeling.

How about we play a little game, Mr. Knox?

“What type of people is that, Knox?” I give him my best seductive look. Slowly walking towards him, I make sure my back is straight and the ladies are out to play as much as they can be in this work shirt.

I mean, I know how much he loves this tank.

“You know,” he growls, his hands firmly crossed against his chest.

“The type that like this?” I use my arms to push up my tits a little more, giving him a little show before halting it and grinning at him.

The growl that comes out of him instantly makes me wet. I’d say my panties were melting off, but these shorts tonight leave no room for panties.

“Or!” I gasp and bat my eyelashes at him. “What if I run into the big bad wolf, and he tries to make me come with him?” I trail a finger down my cleavage, then right back up before popping it in my mouth. I’ve really been enjoying these games I’m playing with him.

Suddenly, he takes me by the shoulders and spins, pressing me against the wall with his hard length.

“I don’t like you joking about that, Harper,” he growls. “And if anyone is going to be coming with you, it’s me.”

He glares at me for a moment, his words sending a rush of attraction straight between my legs.

Then he’s on me.

His lips smashing to mine.

His hands roaming my body.

And I can’t get enough.

“Fuck,” I hiss when his teeth leave marks on my neck. He lifts me up and sets me on the counter and in one swoop has my shirt off.

The look in his eyes as he admires the black lace bralette I chose to wear tonight makes me throw all my rules out the window.

All I can do right now is respond; to the way he looks at me, to the way he touches me, and to the way he talks to me.

“This has been the longest month of my life, Harper Stills.” He trails kisses down my body then in one swoop pulls the bralette over my head.

Once I’m free from it, his lips immediately find my nipples and he starts sucking hard enough to bring me damn near close to my first ever orgasm without penetration.

And holy flying fuck it feels good.

More than good. It’s the best feeling ever having his lips on me.

“Fuck me, Knox” I pant. He slips a finger under the waist of my shorts and makes quick work undressing the rest of me before stripping his clothes off and tossing them on the floor. The entire time he’s working, I’m growing wetter and wetter from pure attraction and he’s grinning at me like a madman. Then he slowly slips off his boxers and springs free and holy fuck he’s big. Not abnormally big, but Jesus fucking Christ. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him, but he has other plans and I’m not one to ruin someone’s plans.

“Fuck you, huh?” He says, walking towards me. Slowly spreading my knees, he pushes himself against me. I can feel the head of his dick at my opening and I moan. “Like that, Harp?” He reaches down and circles my clit.

“Shit,” I hiss, grabbing on to the sides of the counter. His eyes trained on mine, he continues to tease me and grin while he watches me fall apart under his hands.

“It shouldn’t feel this good yet,” I murmur as I feel the start of my orgasm coming on.

“Trust me, Harp. This is just the beginning.” He slams his lips to mine, muffling my cry as he slams into me. Grabbing my ass, we stay together as he walks us back to his bedroom. There’s a minute of pure silence as he holds me there, staring at the bed while I try to adjust to his size and I wonder what he’s thinking.

If it’s ‘this is a bad idea’, he’s far too gone to be able to care about that anymore.

“On the bed.” He whispers, setting me down on my feet. “Knees.”

His command comes out so strict that a tingle runs down my spine.

I grin at him, then turn around and crawl up the mattress, resting on my elbows, my knees firmly planted to the bed.  Hearing his growl of approval, I grin to myself. When the bed dips behind me, I prepare myself for his touch, but it doesn’t come.

“Do you know what I’d like to do to this ass, Harper?” I feel his breath on my backside and tense up.

“What?” I whisper, still tense as fuck. No one goes there, but now that he is I’m terrified that I’m going to enjoy it way too much.

“So much,” he says, then gently starts placing kisses up and down my spine. I can feel his erection against my ass and grin, grinding back towards him.

“Condom,” he whispers, his lips leaving my back and his entire body shifting away from me, leaving me feeling cold. When the bed dips I grin and wiggle my hips, still on full display for him.

“Goddammit,” he curses before his hands start roaming my ass. When his fingers start circling my core and slowly dip in I gasp, instinctively tightening around him. “Greedy, are we?” I hear the slight smile in his words, the amusement that I’m sure he’s getting from this. We’ve been fighting these feelings for so long; now that this is finally happening I’m unable to wait any longer.

“Just fuck me,” I moan. He chuckles at my demand. His fingers slip out of me and in one steady thrust he’s inside me.

“Fuck,” he moans, pausing before he starts pulling back out.

Each thrust, each sound, each time his hand comes down on my ass I’m brought closer and closer to release.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I pant, feeling my release start to build rapidly. He can feel me tightening around him and as he thrusts harder and harder, he leans down, swiping my hair to one side and biting down on the side of my neck gently.

“Ah, fuck!” That one motherfucking spot does me in.

“Come, Harper.” His words whispered in my ear right before he snakes his hand down to rub my clit with perfect pressure sends me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I know I’m still screaming obscenities, but nothing is stopping me now that this orgasm has taken over. He’s still fucking me; he’s still adoring my body like he should.

He’s still going.

Hard.

“Shit that was hot,” he growls, his hands roaming down my back. “On your side.”

I turn my head back and smile at him seductively as I shift to my hip. How in the fuck people in movies make this look normal is beyond me, but I feel so fucking awkward doing it.

He takes my free leg and brings it up to his shoulder, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“Much better.” He grins and looks down to where we’re connected. “I like to see you when I’m fucking you.”

 

 

The next morning I wake up sated and sore. I have eight hours still until I have to be at work and I have half a mind just to stay in bed today. Last night was nothing short of amazing. Twice in one night Knox brought me to orgasms more intense than I’ve ever experienced, then I had to go to work right afterwards, spending my entire shift daydreaming about him. I spilled three bottles of beer and attempted to clean it off the crotch of one of the men.

Never, in my life, have I pulled something like that.

I got home about an hour ago and haven’t really slept since. He kissed me goodnight right before I left for work and threw me off my game. I was under the impression it was pure carnal desire that brought us together, but we didn’t just fuck. It was pure need. We both had something the other needed. It wasn’t love making; there was nothing sweet about what we did last night but it was the most connected I’ve ever felt to another human being.

And that scares the fuck out of me.

I hear my phone ringing from the living room and want nothing more than to ignore it, but it’s Leigh’s ringtone.

Sighing and wrapping my sheet around me, I pad to the living room, having already missed the call. I wrap the sheet around me a little more, bunching it up as I curl into the couch and call him back.

“Hey,” he says, sleepily.

“What’re you calling me this early for?” I’m talking in a hushed tone, but it’s very possible it’s also my post orgasm breathy voice that sets him off.

“Oh come on, Harper. You didn’t, did you?!”

“Shh.” I huff and roll my eyes. “Stop. Why are you calling me so early?”

I hear him sigh and curse away from the phone. What’s his deal today?

“It’s ticket day, Harp. We had plans to meet at the Pageant?”

“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Fuck, Leigh! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Ending the call, I hop off the couch and run across the apartment towards my bedroom, slamming straight into Knox, coming around the corner. He takes one look at me and grins.

“We really need to keep up with this tradition,” he says, eyeing my naked body. Fuck. “Next time maybe we’ll both be on the same train of thought though.” He chuckles and winks at me, and as much as I could go for another round right about now, I can’t let my best friend down.

“I’m late, I’m sorry,” I say in a rush as I push past him.

“Always late. A calendar and an alarm would do you well, Harp!” I hear him yell from the kitchen as I scramble for clothes. Running out of my room, tying my hair up, I stop and stare at him. So. Fucking. Sexy.

“Why do you call me that?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips. Every time he says it I get a flutter in my chest I shouldn’t get. It means nothing.

“Just easy. Short. Cute. Why?” He’s grinning at me with his mussed up hair and pajama bottoms laying low on his hips. Those hips…oh my hell.

“Mmmmm,” I mumble, licking my lips as I stare straight into the ‘V’ that makes all girls lose brain cells.

He barks out a laugh and my eyes go wide.

“That was out loud wasn’t it?” I say, shoving my hands in front of my face.

“Yep,” He says, smiling and laughing it off. Walking past me on his way back to his room, coffee cup in hand, he stops just next to me. “Bye, Harper,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to tuck away a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes locked on to mine and I feel like he could go in for a kiss but he doesn’t. He sighs and shakes his head, then continues on to his room.

What the hell?

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