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“Well, this explains everything,” a deep voice accentuates each word, sending my spine rigid. I know that voice. Flinching, I grip Riley’s shoulders, visions of my nightmare flashing in my mind. Dallas. Fucking Dallas. No.
THE WAY HOW I JUST FROZE AS IF HE WAS TALKING TO ME
Can he even find your fucking hole?”
im sorry i tried so hard not to laugh
“What can I get you?” Peering out from under his bag of ice, he ventures boyishly, “Kisses?”
Drawing up the hem of his shirt, I bring my lips to his chest, over his heart, thanking it for beating for me today.
Grinning, I swirl my tongue around the circumference of his head again. His groan is all the encouragement I need to take his hot length into my mouth. “Harper. Harper,” he chants, weaving his fingers through my hair as I treat his cock like the delicacy that it is to me. Drawing off, I whisper, “You okay?” “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Who else can I beat up?”
lol
Peering through the darkness, I watch as he feels around in the drawer and pulls out a sparkly, purple sleep mask. Climbing back over me, he hands me the mask much to my confusion. “What’s this?” “To even the playing field,” he says, tugging my shirt up until I help him draw it over my head.
There’s fragility when people break you, but there’s fragility in being put back together too. With every touch, Riley is returning a piece of me I didn’t think I’d ever get back.
The heat of Riley’s body hovering over me as I opened my eyes this morning to him stroking my cheek with tears in his eyes was as touching as it was heart-wrenching. “What?” I asked. With a forlorn smile and shake of his head, all he whispered was, “Just wish I could look at you.” And then he kissed me like he was sealing a promise.
Head lowered, it almost looks like he’s…looking at his cock. He’s supposed to be mixing up the icing for the cinnamon rolls. When he turns around, I’m greeted with a proud smile and…an icing covered-cockhead. Pinching my eyes closed, I press my fingertips into them, telling myself not to smile. “I think I might need some help with this after all,” he says, gravely.
O_O
“What…are you doing?” “I thought maybe we should taste it to make sure it’s okay.” Sighing as though he’s carrying a burden, he adds, “You can go first.”
i-
“I’ll come really quick,” he reassures me. “Like so quick, you won’t believe it.” “That’s…the least sexy thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh my gosh,” I mutter, tugging his shorts up with one hand, wiping the frosting off my lips with the other. “Wait. What are you doing?” he asks, catching my wrist before his waistband clears the iron rod still pointing at me. “I’m going to go wash my face in the bathroom,” I whisper. “You can let them in.” Why is his lip pouting? Oh, fuck no. No way. Is he for real? “But I’m almost there,” he whines.
LMAOOOO THE WHINE
His hips shift back and forth, waving his hard cock in front of my face.
LMAOOO AHH
“Riley!” Leigh Ann calls through the door after another knock. “Are you okay in there?” I whimper in panic, questioning my sanity, while moving at the speed of light up and down his hot, sweet shaft. “Yeah,” he groans in response. “I’m coming!” Glancing up at him, I arch a brow, wondering who that sentiment was for, but then I feel him stiffen in my mouth. “Oh, shit! I am coming!”
OMG IM DYING LMAOOOO
“Harper, don’t you want any of these cinnamon rolls you made?” Leigh Ann asks, offering me the platter. “Um, no, thank you.
“So, what do you guys think of Harper?” Riley asks, making my face burn.
RILEY
“You’re serious?” he asks, looking to his son. “Yeah, Dad,” Riley says earnestly, squeezing my hand. “I’m totally serious. I really like him.” Flashing me a smile, he draws our hands up, kisses my knuckles and adds, “A lot.” Charlie processes for a second and then lets out an amused puff of breath. Looking me in the eye, he holds up his coffee like he’s making a toast. “Good luck, son. My best to you.” Riley beams, clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Dad.” “Wasn’t talking to you,” Charlie says matter-of-factly, returning to his breakfast casserole.
LMAO
I doubt Leigh Ann meant running my soapy hands up and down Riley’s back in the shower was one of the things I should keep doing, but I’m not ready to stop.
“Well, your shower is white, so it might be good to find shampoo products that come in a black bottle to provide more contrast,” I suggest, but it comes out all choppy as his slick cock brushes against mine. “Bor-ring,” he grumbles at my ear. “I never said my job was exciting.” “I’m officially insulted. Your Yelp review is going to be one-star for that comment.”
“Tell me what you like, and I’ll try it.”
i like that
Dropping to my knees, I press a kiss to each globe of his ass.
I SAT UP SO QUICK BYE
“Harper works his skilled tongue…across Riley’s balls,” Riley’s voice calls out, an octave deeper like he’s narrating my ministrations.
PLS
“I don’t think they use the word balls too often.” “Hey, this is my audiobook. I can have balls if I want.”
brooo
“Riley’s cock bucks in approval when…Harper’s talented hands claim his very well-endowed, throbbing, engorged member,” he pants, pressing his hands to the wall.
i-no tf he did not just say that
“You…stopped narrating,” I point out. “Does that mean you didn’t like it?” Clearing his throat and panting, his feet inch farther apart astride my knees. His hips tilt back, and he sighs, leaning into the wall. “And then,” he pauses to swallow, “Riley forgot how to spell his name.”
“I think I might remember one word.” “What’s that?” “M-o-r-e.”
Laughing, I kiss his temple. “Are you okay?” His wet hair brushes against my chest as he nods with a little grunt, his fingers idly stroking my nipple. “And then,” he says breathily, “Riley passed out in a very sexy way.”
Squeezing him, I coo smugly, “Yes! My boyfriend’s going to think about it.” “Boyfriend, huh?” “Do you prefer the title noble avenger?” “No. Boyfriend will do.”
A voice taunts at my back, making my pulse jump, “Hellooo, Harper. I knew I’d find you here eventually.”
oh ffs
Done with caretakers—me. I’m the caretaker. He’s done with me and my stupid drama, just as I figured. It still stings.
cue the eyeroll
“I need you to be happy. I need you to laugh at me and with me. I need to know when you’re sad so I can hold you and cheer you up. And I need you to stop finishing the job that asshole started. You said the other day that you’ve got nothing to offer anyone. That’s him talking. That’s not what I think and not how you should think about yourself. Nobody should beat you up anymore, including yourself.”
“You don’t get to blame yourself for someone else’s actions. You don’t make him do the fucked-up shit that he does. That’s all on him.”
“Yeah, well, not everybody doesn’t get along with their parents,” I manage, feeling brave. He answers with a scoff. “Lucky everybody else.”
This place…it sucks even worse. It’s not you. It’s like a lonely little isolation box for you to hide from your feelings.”
“Another boring pair of underwear that Harper makes look sexy. Dear underwear, you’re welcome.” And the next… “Briefs. Color—a dark shade of Riley-wants-to-take-them-off-with-his-teeth.”
Oh, God. He’s pitching his app idea.
There’s a picture of our app on a phone and a clothing label maker next to it. Above the images is a logo for the app and the hardware. Olivia—vision reader app. My mother. He named it after my mother.
His secret trips out of the apartment, the day he left in a dress shirt—it all makes sense now. He was preparing for this, setting it up all by himself to prove he doesn’t need anyone’s help.
“Harper came up with the idea for what I named the Olivia reader after his mother who was legally blind. He’s just finding out that I named it that, so if he looks emotional, leave him be or Larry will have words with you later.”
“Riley,” I complain. “Harper,” he counters, leveling me with a patient look.
“If you’re worried about what to spend it on, I’ve got a suggestion,” he offers. “Yeah, what’s that,” I say, trying to sound like I’m not enjoying humoring his benevolence. “You could build a little audio narration studio for yourself so you can record all those romance novels you like so much.”
“I could…order something other than pizza when you visit,” he murmurs, taking another step. “And nobody uses that spare room, so we could set up audio recording equipment in there to test out and see if you like it. Plus, I…still owe you some motorcycle lessons.” “Riley,” I choke out as he reaches to cup my jaw. “I miss you,” he whispers. “I miss you too,” I confess.
“I mean I can’t… I can’t even let you fuck me,” he warbles and a hot tear hits my thumb. “I…he hurt me. Okay? He hurt me there and…and I’m scared.
why tf did my mind go to 13 reasons why
Taking his hand, I place it over my chest and hold it there. “This thing inside my chest? Do you feel that? It bangs on my ribs like it’s trying to break out of a cage whenever I’m with you or without you, whenever I think of you. Let me let it out, Harper,” I plead. “Please? It’s yours already anyway.”
“You taught me how to see. I honestly don’t know why God gave me eyes before you came along, because I didn’t use them for a damn thing until I saw you.”
look at you being all poetic & shit
His lips dust mine, feather light. “I realized…I love you more than I’m afraid of anything.” The brutal honesty squeezes my heart, but he doesn’t stop there. “I realized I love you more than I’m ashamed of my past. I love you, Riley,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my cheek. For once, I don’t have a flirty comeback. Tracing his face as a tear streams down mine, I can barely get out the words we’ve said before. “And I love you.”
Luckily, I’ve listened to enough romance books that I think I know what he’s implying. The thought of even just his fingers inside me has my nuts drawing up tight.
wait a damn minute
“You’re sure?” he whispers, sliding his hands over my hips. “Yeah. I trust you.”
oh hell no
“Riley, are you…coughing on purpose?” “Well, yeah,” he agrees readily, weaving his other hand into my hair. “Why?” His lower lip presses into his top one. “Well, to relax the prostate,” he says matter-of-factly.
i- pls i cant deal
“You know like when you go and see the doctor or in the movies when veterans talk about military medical entrance exams, how you’re supposed to turn your head and cough when the doctor does the finger in the butt thing for the prostate exam?”
i-
