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Once Mike left, Harper sent Ellie home as well. There wasn't much left to clean up and she'd be here early to help Mike tomorrow. Even though I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be hardship for her.
Harper packed up the rest of her baked goods to deliver a box to both the police and fire stations as well as the homeless shelter. When we finished here, we'd drop them off before heading home because my home was now her home.
I set up the shock vac and we got to work sucking up the remaining water. While I used the vacuum, Harper was on her hands and knees soaking up the water with rags. Her full peachy ass was on display right in front of me. She wore these acid-washed jean shorts and with her bent over, they stopped shy of her ass. She threw her hair up in that sexy messy bun style that drives every man on the face of the earth crazy. Her loose dark gray band t-shirt rode up her back just a tad and gave me a peek of her milky flesh.
I was spaced out on images of her on her knees before me, begging me for my cock; I missed everything she was saying. "Asher, are you even listening to me?"
No. No, I was not. I shook my head and said, "Sorry." I killed the vacuum, "What did you say?"
She was still kneeling in front of me when she looked over her shoulders. God, I wanted to rip those fucking shorts off her perfect body and fuck her until she screamed my name.
I tried to discreetly rearrange my dick, but it was useless since she looked directly at me. She narrowed her eyes, looking suspiciously at me, before she said, "What are you thinking about?"
It must have been from day drinking earlier because my dumb ass blurted out, "How fucking good your ass looks in those shorts."
She definitely wasn't ready for me to say that the surprised look on her face suggested as much. She recovered quickly though, and as she stood she said, "Yeah, I'm sure my huge ass looks so cute in them. The cellulite I have is a really cute touch too." Her tone was full of sarcasm; it caused a growl to slip out.
Harper was curvy in all the right fucking places, and I knew she got self-conscious occasionally, but she was fucking beautiful.
Like drop to your knees and kiss the ground she walked on because she was a goddess among the masses beautiful. I would never let anyone talk down to her, including herself.
I dropped the hose of the vacuum and stalked toward her. I spun her around and trapped her body against the counter with mine. With how closer we were she could see how much of a fucking fan I was of hers.
I caged her with my arms on either side of her and leaned in and whispered, "You feel that baby. I'm hard as fucking stone because all I could think about is ripping those fucking shorts off you and fucking you on this counter. If I ever hear you talk bad about yourself again, I am going to spank that peachy ass of yours before I fuck it. Are we clear?"
I pulled away just enough so I could look into her wide eyes. I wanted her to see the truth of my threat. Her cheeks flushed pink; her throat bobbed as she tried to answer. When she could, it came out as a whisper, "Okay."
I gave her a wicked smile and said, "Good girl."
With her body pressed against mine, my control started to slip. Since I'd known her, she was in a relationship with that fuckwit Theo. Not anymore.
Fuck it.
I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. The kiss started innocently until I drove my tongue along the seam of her mouth. She granted me access and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hand gripped the dip of her hip, and the other wrapped around her neck, holding her close.
Our mouths fought for dominance, her lips against mine was one of the best feelings I'd ever experienced. I dropped the hand holding her neck, grabbed her other hip and lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her parted thighs.
My dick strained against my zipper, trying to break free, it was magnetized to her warm center.Harperground against me and I swallowed her moan. I broke the kiss and moved down her neck, biting and sucking. "Fuck baby girl, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." My mouth fused to hers again as she shamelessly continued to rock against me, seeking any kind of friction.
A phone rang, effectively breaking the spell we were under. We pulled apart abruptly, as if we had touched a hot stove.
I ran my fingers through my hair and said, "Fuck. Shit. Firefly, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't-"
She jumped off the counter and touched her fingers to her lips, interrupting me, "No, I'm sorry. I didn't-"
The phone rang again, and I realized it came from my back packet. I grabbed it; and when I glanced down I saw Micah's name and face flash on the screen. Fuck. I hope he won't get pissed at me for kissing her. Shit. What was I thinking?
Before it could go to voicemail, I answered, "What's up, man?"
"I'm back from shopping. I'm rearrange everything and wash the shit I bought. Bring Harps up to the apartment in like two hours. That should be enough time for me to wash and dry everything."
"Okay. Cool. Will do."
Concerned laces his tone, "You good dude? Where are you guys? I peeked in the bar on my way back but didn't see you guys."
I cleared my throat and said, "Yeah, all good, bro. Harps had an emergency at the bakery. A pipe burst and flooded the bakery, there was water everywhere. Mike stopped by with some equipment, we are cleaning it up what we can, and he is stopping by tomorrow to fix it. We'll be finishing up here soon and heading back."
