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I tossed and turned all night. A million thoughts swam in my head as I lied in bed, but not about my parents, the bakery or even Theo. All I could think about was my kiss with Asher and how different Micah was acting. All throughout dinner he had been touching me in some way.

Whether it was his leg pressed up against mine or his hand on my bare thigh; he was always touching me. Micah and I had always been affectionate toward one another, but this was a whole other level. And I couldn’t say I hate it.

Asher too. He and I were not as affectionate as Micah and me, but he’d always embrace me when I initiated any kind of touch. Last night he too was touching me a lot more than normal and I didn’t even think he realized he was doing it. It was like the kiss we shared unlocked something.

I dragged myself out of my comfortable bed. I forgot how much I missed my bed, and the sheets Micah picked out for me were pure heaven.

I padded over to the bathroom and took a long hot shower in preparation for the today. Yesterday when I found Theo and Peter, I was gutted. I was so hurt someone I thought I loved and trusted could betray me in one of the worst ways. As I showered and got ready, I thought about all the fun times we had and all the happy memories we made. They were all tarnished now.

In a way, I was also sad for Theo. He must have been so confused on how he felt. Theo’s family were strict Catholics and they weren’t happy with the fact we lived together. However, they seemed to overlook it because we weren’t sleeping together.

Theo could have come to me and told me about his feelings for Peter. I would have been hurt but not felt betrayed. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t think I was ever in love with Theo. I mean I loved him, I do love him, but not in love. When I considered how Theo made me feel, it didn’t even compare to the butterflies I got when I thought about Micah or Asher. I never put much stock in it because there could never have been anything between us.

Maybe I shouldn’t put all of the blame on Theo because at the end of the day, I wasn’t as emotionally invested in us as I should have been either. Granted, I didn’t cheat…but still.

Chapter Five

Micah

The sound of the shower kicking on in the next room, had mind immediately flooded with images of Harper naked and wet, with soapy bubbles running down her body. My grip was already on my hard cock. I’d jacked off to thoughts of Harper more often than not.

I’d never seen her fully naked, except one summer a couple of years back I talked her into wearing a bikini when she joined me and my family at the lake house we rented every year. That was simultaneously the best and worst vacation of my life.

She looked so fucking hot., like mouthwatering hot. Her full breast practically spilled out of the top and her nipples were on display poking through the thin fabric. The bottoms were high waisted but her luscious ass peeked through the bottom every time she bent over. I wanted to say screw our friendship and bend her over every fucking surface of the house and not stop until she couldn’t walk.

I should’ve gotten a damn metal for the strength it took for me to keep my hands to myself.

For as long as I’ve known Harper, she was always self-couscous of her weight. I loved how she looked, and I made sure to tell her ever fucking chance I could until she believed it herself.

It was amazing to watched Harper bloom and become more confident in her skin, there was a downside, to her becoming this sexy, confident boss babe just made me want her a hundred times more.

Which brought me back to my current state of jacking off to my best friend while she was in the shower.

I imagined being in the shower, pressed up against her in the small space. My dick rubbing against her plump ass as she rinsed the soap from her body. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her flush against me as I whispered, “I don’t know why your cleaning yourself sweetheart; you’re just going to get dirty again.”

She wiggled her ass and my dick tried seeking shelter inside her. I spun her around so we were chest to chest, her breast pressed against me. She looked up at me through her wet lashes and said, “Promises, promises.”

Harper bit the corner of her lower lip and my hands gripped the back of her thighs lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her against the tiled wall with one hand while the other grabbed my dick and brushed it against her soaked pussy. In a teasing tone I said, “Damn sweetheart, you’re so wet. How much of this is because of the shower and how much is it because of me?” Her head hit the tiled wall as a moan spilled from her lips My baby wasn’t wet because of the shower, no, she was wet because she wanted me deep inside her filling her with my seed.

The thought of her being pregnant with my child, caused me to thrust inside her in one go. The sudden intrusion caused her to moan again and her lips collided with mine. I broke the kiss and bent down and kissing along her exposed neck. “Fuck babe, you’re so fucking tight. I’m going to fuck you until you see stars and fill you with my cum. I’m going to put a baby in your belly.”

Her pussy clamped down around me, a sudden orgasm rippled through her body. “You like the sound of that don’t you sweetheart. You want me to put a baby inside you?”

Her moans filled the bathroom as I continued to pound into her, fucking her though her orgasm. “Yes. Please. Mark me as yours. Put a baby in me.”

Fuuuccckkk. How could I deny my girl? My hips thrusted faster, pumping in and out. My balls pulled up as release drew closer. The thought of her being pregnant with my kid was all it took, I spilled inside my girl, filling her.

The sound of the shower cutting off and the sticky substance on my chest pulled me from my fantasy. Damn, I’d never thought of fucking her with the intent of getting her pregnant, but now that I had; I was sure as fuck going to make that happen.

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Harper and I walked the few blocks to her old apartment while Asher grabbed the moving truck.

Asher asked if he should get some boxes but Harper said Theo texted her that he picked up boxes for her. That made me simultaneously like and hate the fucker even more. Was he so fucking ready for her to get all her shit out of his place he figured he’d help her along by getting boxes? Or did he feel shitty for how he treated her and wanted to try and make things a little right? Ugh knowing him, probably the latter.

As much as I hated Theo, he wasn’t actually a bad guy. Sure, he did a terrible thing and broke my girl’s heart but like Harper mentioned, he probably didn’t know how to talk about what he was going through. Still no excuse to cheat.

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