Always Enough (11 page)

I hadn’t wanted to leave Harper at the hotel while I went to a strip club with the guys. But I’d already promised Levi I’d go, so I figured I’d just make an appearance and then head back to the hotel.

I had been there for about an hour, which I felt was already too long. I planned on leaving in thirty minutes. There was a girl who had been all over me and, no matter how many times I tried to stop her advances, she wouldn’t keep her hands off of me. I was just standing up to leave when giant cake rolled out, with two girls on either side of it. Leaving it in the middle of the floor, they skipped backstage. Sonny reached up and grabbed my shirt and made me sit back down.

“No way, Lewis, you’re not leaving just yet. It looks like things are about to get interesting.”

If I hadn’t had Harper back at the room waiting for me, I might’ve agreed with him. But none of these girls held a candle to my Harper. I’d stay and pacify them through one more song, but then I was cutting out of there.

The music started to play and the guys started laughing.

“Hell yes, this song fucking rocks!” Levi shouted.

A girl suddenly popped up out of the cake and looked out over the crowd. She climbed up out of the ridiculous cake and really started to move. None of the other girls held my attention, but when this girl came out, I was completely enraptured. God, she was beautiful. The lingerie that she was dressed in got me hard and I immediately felt guilty for having such reaction. I silently scolded myself for it, knowing that it was wrong when Harper wasn’t anywhere near.

When the girl was completely out of the cake, I saw her eyes move across the seating. Her eyes landed on me and my stomach plummeted.

“Dude, isn’t that Harper?” Levi leaned over and asked me.

Sonny was sitting on the other side of me and he said, “I didn’t know she was coming, let along giving us a show. Wow!”

Was she for real? What on earth was she doing there? And why in the flying
fuck
was she wearing that for all of my buddies to see? She was for my eyes only. Her tits were about to pop out of her bra at any moment, and the boys were about to get a really good show. My brain was firing on all cylinders and I was really fucking pissed at her for that stunt. The Behemoth, on the other hand? Well, he was quite delighted and straining against the zipper of my jeans.

She was just turning around when I noticed she was wearing a thong, and that was it—I snapped. I shot up out of my chair and went for her, ready to take her out of sight.

“Kyler, sit back down,” Levi shouted.

Harper looked over at me as my name was called and she saw me coming towards her. The stunned look on her face turned into a smirk, and damn if I wasn’t going to smack her ass for that. When I reached her, I couldn’t even speak because I didn’t trust myself not to yell at her. I just picked her up and hauled her over my shoulder. I was really fucking turned on and her ass right by my face wasn’t helping matters.

She squealed and kicked her legs. It was all I could take. I reached my palm up and smacked her good on her left butt-cheek. Harper yelped and squirmed some more. I walked toward the bathroom in the back of the room, but made sure to keep her ass out of the light.

“Shut up, Harper, or I’m going to spank you again,” I growled through my gritted teeth.

When we got into the restroom—thank God it was clean—I set her down on the counter and looked at her.

Her eyes were wild, and I realized she wanted me. I stood there watching her breasts push up against the tight lace fabric as her breathing grew heavier with each second.

“Ky,” was all she said before my mouth was on hers.

I pushed her up against the mirror and roughly shoved my tongue past her teeth and into her mouth. She gave it back with her own ferocity and kissed me harder. She grabbed my hair and, wrapping her legs around my waist, she pushed her pussy against my cock. A rumble came from my chest. I couldn’t help myself—I needed to be inside of her. No more fighting what we were good at. I just hoped to God that over the past few days she’d seen that she was so much more to me. I wished I could slow down and make the whole thing more momentous, but all I could think about was getting inside of her and making her mine.

I continued to kiss her and bite her lips. She let out little moans that were making me absolutely mad. My hand traveled down her back to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it. She wiggled her arms a bit and the material slid down her arms. Her perfectly round tits were exposed and I dived in. I nipped and sucked one side while alternately pinching and then soothing the other. After a few minutes I switched sides and gave the other one the same attention. They were fucking perfect—just a bit more than a handful and a light pinkish brown color to the tips.

She squirmed on the counter and reached for the fly of my jeans. I moved her hand away and undid the button and zipper. I’d gone commando, and I was glad because I didn’t want to wrestle with underwear. I watched her face as I pulled myself out of my pants. She sucked in her lower lip, and that made my cock bob. Again, I knew this wasn’t the place for this sort of thing, but I had to have her mouth on me.

“On your knees and suck it, Harper.” My voice was gruff.

“Say please?”

Oh fuck no. She wasn’t going to do this to me when I was already on the edge. I grabbed her by her arms and hauled her off of the counter, before slapping her ass again, hard. She moaned and her legs quaked. Jesus, she liked me smacking her.

“Enough of the games, Harper. Get on your knees.” I said the last part slowly and precisely.

She looked me straight in the eyes and sank to her knees, her gaze never leaving mine. She grabbed my cock and looked up through her thick dark lashes as she put her mouth on the tip. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and she gave a quick tentative lick, tasting the salty drops that coated my tip. She shut her eyes as if she was savoring the taste. Jesus, I was going to blow my load just at the sight of her. I was about to say something about it, but then she opened her mouth and took me in as deep as she could. I felt the back of her throat as she started to gag. My legs began to shake and I had to reach forward to hold on to the counter.

Those lips moving over me, her cheeks hollowing out as she pulled her mouth away, and that soft and sweet tongue rubbing the underside of my cock had me on fire. Before I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, I pulled away and hauled her up to me. Her hazel eyes were glazed over with lust, and I knew I needed to take care of my girl first.

Her small little thong was in the way of where I needed to be, so I took each side of it and ripped it off of her.

“Turn around and hold on the sink,” I demanded.

She did exactly that. When Harper turned, she rested her elbows on the counter and grabbed the sides of the sink, pushing her ass out towards me.

“Fuck me, Ky. I need it, now,” she begged.

“I need to get you wet first, baby. Just let me get you wet and I promise I’ll fuck you good and hard.”

Her head dropped when I put my hand on her back. I let my hand glide down until I was right at her ass. Her cheeks were a nice rosy color from the spankings I’d already given her. I slid my hand down between her crack to the entrance of her pussy and she gasped at the contact.

“Fucking Christ, Harper, you’re soaked.”

I dragged two of my fingers between her wet lips. She was ready for me, and I was enough of a bastard to not wait any longer. Grabbing my dick at the base, I placed it at her opening before giving one hard thrust forward until I was fully sheathed. We both cried out at the sudden onslaught of feeling. She was so tight.

“Oh God, it feels so good,” Harper rasped.

I had to hold her still because she began to push back against me and I was so close to coming already. I tried to think about something else … anything else. Puppies, chainsaws, or chocolate cake—it didn’t work. All it did was remind me that I was taking Harper doggie style, I’d like to fuck her as hard as a chainsaw, and I would love nothing more than to drizzle chocolate all over her body and lick her clean.

“Harper, you better be close because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“I am, Ky, I’m so close, just please …” she panted, “give me more of you.”

I started pounding into her in earnest. She moved with me by pushing her ass back against the front of me. I slapped her ass, and she cried out.

“Spank me, Kyler.”

I brought my palm down again against her smooth flesh. I could feel what I was doing to her all the way to my own dick. Needing to up the ante, I brought my hand around to the front of her and started rubbing small slow circles around her clit. A few more hard thrusts and Harper cried out incoherently. Her pussy clamped around me and I was lost. I yelled out and emptied myself inside of her, shuddering while every last drop left me.

Harper rested her head on her hands while she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still pulsing and every few seconds her pussy would flutter. I’d been with this girl before, but never had it been like that—completely raw, and wild with need.

I slipped out of her, holding her up with my arm wrapped around her waist. When she could stand on her own, she looked up at me through the mirror in front of her.

I thought I would feel sated but truthfully, I wasn’t even close to being done with her. Before that, though, I needed to ask her a few questions.

“What was that all about out there, Harper?”

She looked away, shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent. I turned her around and, using my finger to tip her chin, I made her look at me.

“Answer me. Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know.” Defiant tears started to well up in her eyes.

I softened my tone and stroked my fingers down her cheek. The last time Harper had cried in front of me was the day I showed up at her house while we were still in high school—after Aubrey had been a bitch.

“You can talk to me about anything, Harper … you know that, right?” I kissed her forehead.

She jerked her chin out of my grasp and turned away.

“You want to know what that was about, Kyler? I was fucking jealous, okay? I didn’t like the idea of other girls coming on to you, and rubbing themselves all over you. I wanted to make sure your eyes were just for me.”

She wouldn’t even look at me.

“Harper?”

“Hmmm …” She grunted.

“Harper, look at me.”

“No.”

I stepped forward, taking hold of her chin again and not letting her move away.

“Why were you jealous?”

She shrugged her shoulders. My mind was reeling. I knew why she was jealous, but I don’t think she really wanted to admit why she was jealous. Either way, I felt like a prick for being happy about it.

“Think about it, Harper. Why would you feel jealous?”

“Shit, Kyler, I don’t know! Why are you questioning me like Dr. fucking Phil?” she spat.

“Because I want you to use that pretty little head of yours.”

She pushed away from me and I let her. She paced back and forth, still naked and beautiful.

“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off.”

“Good, get mad. At least that’s an emotion I’m used to with you. Now tell me why you came here to put on a show in front of all the guys. To get my attention?” I couldn’t help raising my voice. I was starting to get mad at her for being so stubborn.

“Christ, Kyler, do you want me to say it?” Her anger was like a living, breathing thing but she refused to let it go. It was like she couldn’t because it was something she could hide behind.

“Yes!” I shouted at her.

Her face got red and the tears started to slide down her face, when she yelled back at me, “Because I sorta love you, you asshat! I don’t want anybody else to have you. The idea of it pisses me off to the point of madness. I want your eyes on me, Kyler.
Me.
”

I was just about to say something to her when she decided to continue her little rant.

“Something you need to know about me, Ky, is that my dad was a shitty person, and an even worse father. I have serious issues with letting a man in because I know they could take my heart and do whatever they want with it. My dad fucked with my and my mom’s emotions so hard. He would pick and choose when he wanted to come around and usually when he was around, he was so high off his ass that he didn’t even know I was there. That scared me to the point of believing I’d be better off using ‘em and losing ‘em. And you, you persistent bastard, wouldn’t leave well enough alone, and now you hold the piece of me that could crush me.

“The man that is supposed to be my father, the one who essentially donated his sperm and helped to create me, gave me a slew of baggage to deal with. I have nightmares at night, Ky. I saw things that a child should never see, and I heard things that I will never be able to unhear. Is that the kind of person you want to declare their love for you? If it is, then you’re all sorts of fucked up.”

I was shocked. It was something that I wanted to know more about so I could help her deal with it, but right now she thought that she wasn’t good enough for me, or that she was too messed up for me, and that didn’t sit well with me.