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Chapter Ten
Latham
Her ass.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen and is currently pressed against my thigh. Just a few inches off from where my quickly thickening cock is resting. I thought for sure she’d jump up the moment I picked up her from my chair and set her on my leg, but she didn’t. She hasn’t moved. Not after the hand she won and not after the two that have followed. If anything, she seems to have settled in for the long haul, wiggling that perfect ass against my leg and playing her cards.
She’s killing my concentration.
Thank God she’s into the whole poker game, trash-talking her best friend and family like a pro. It’s quite comical to watch, actually, and a small part of me is pretty fucking grateful her taunts and torments are aimed at someone else for a change.
The front door opens and we all turn to see who the latecomer is. Marissa, Harper’s little sister comes in, the sweet scent of cinnamon and sugar following in her wake. “Hey, guys,” she hollers as she enters the room and sets a pan on the table. The moment it’s out of her hand, Rhenn pulls her into his lap and kisses her as if he hasn’t seen her in weeks.
“Gross, stop,” Jensen mumbles goodheartedly.
“It’s worse than when Mom and Dad used to do it,” Harper chimes in, throwing a disgusted face at her little sister.
After several long seconds, Free throws in a catcall, making the scowl lines around Samuel’s eyes much more pronounced. I think he even growls before mumbles, “Okay, that’s enough.”
“I’ve missed you,” Rhenn whispers softly, running his hand up Marissa’s cheek and into her hair.
“It’s been two hours,” Harper teases, wiggling once more on my leg. My dick twitches. She does it again, as if she can’t seem to get comfortable. That or she knows the effect she’s having on my body and wants to prolong the torture as long as possible.
Probably that.
After another few minutes of wiggling, my pants start to feel dangerously tight. My cock is aching, raring to go in my pants. My imagination starts to run wild, even though I try to think about anything other than the fact I’d love to strip off her capris, pull my cock from my own jeans, and slide her just a little to the left until I’m buried balls deep inside her sweet pussy. My hand grips her hip as she moves again, her legs shifting just a little. When she does, her thighs fall open and her left leg brushes my cock.
Jeezus, I’m going to explode in my pants.
Harper doesn’t say a word, but keeps her leg pressed firmly against my cock. There’s no way she can’t feel the impact she has on my body, no way of hiding the truth, because the truth is I want her.
Bad.
When I turn and look at her, those bright blue eyes are wide with something that makes my blood boil. Need. And I shouldn’t get excited at the way she looks, all hot and bothered, probably picturing the same things I’m fantasizing about. Well, that or she’s picturing maiming me with a butter knife. You never know with this little minx.
“I’ll be back. I need to use the restroom,” Harper says, slowly getting up from her perch on my leg, grazing her left hand over my swollen cock as she goes. Oh yeah, she definitely knows what she’s doing.
I give her exactly thirty seconds, and then pull my phone from my pocket, pretending to receive a message. Free is dealing the next hand, but I throw mine out to stop her. “Don’t deal me in this one. I have to make a quick call,” I say, standing up carefully and quickly turning my hips to hide my erection. As I head toward the hallway, I can feel the eyes on the back of my head, probably those of her oldest and most protective brother.
In the hallway, I slip my phone into my pocket. I can hear the water running in the bathroom, which tells me she’s about finished. As soon as the door opens, I pounce, pulling her across the hall and into the first open door I come to. I ignore the baseball posters and the Lego creations and press my body into hers, caging her against the wall. My hands thread into her hair, the soft red curls sliding effortlessly between my fingers. Her eyes are still wide, wild with desire.
“What’s this I hear about a date?” I whisper, my lips dangerously close to hers.
Her chin rises challengingly and her eyes narrow. “Is that a problem?”
“Fuck yes, it is,” I confess, hating she has me this tied up in knots over the prospect of her dating. “Is it serious?” I ask, running my thumb over the shell of her ear and down the column of her neck.
She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it. The wait is killing me. If she tells me it’s serious, I’ll back away, both figuratively and physically. I’m not about to jump headfirst into some sort of love triangle bullshit. If she’s with someone else, then I’m out. I don’t play games and I sure as fuck don’t share. “No, it’s not serious. It was just one date. There won’t be a second.” Her words are breathless, her body sagging into mine. The first thing I notice is how easily we fit together, like puzzle pieces.
With one hand tangled in her hair, the other hand slides down her side, gripping her hip. Her eyes are wide, yet hungry, probably mirroring my own. She opens her mouth to speak, but I silence her. With my lips.
My kiss is firm, hungry, and full of every ounce of pent-up desire I try to fight when it comes to Harper Grayson. Her sassy little mouth opens immediately, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside and dance with hers. My entire body is on fire, a live wire charged to the max. One little spark and I know we’ll explode.
A throat clears behind me, but I ignore it. My hand tightens on her hip, digging into her flesh. She moans against my lips, her body swaying more, grinding against mine. I’m one second away from slamming the door and taking her on the bed when I hear, “I hope Max doesn’t see you like this.”
The words are like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over our heads.
Harper gasps and jumps back, only to encounter the wall. My hand instantly goes to her head to see what kind of damage she caused when it slammed against the drywall, but she quickly pushes my hand away. The fire I once saw dance in her eyes is quickly replaced with shock and, unfortunately for me, a bit of embarrassment.
