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How do I fix this?
“I'm not trying to impress anyone,” she snaps. “Maybe I'm just grateful that you got hurt saving me, and I don't think you're as big of an asshole as you pretend to be.”
“You're wrong about that,” I say under my breath as her soft hands lift my shirt away and start picking at the old bandage. It's stuck under the waistband of my jeans.
Harper hesitates. “Um, you need to…”
I might not be as fast to whip my dick out as the others, but I'm not fucking shy. I straighten up, open the buckle on my belt and lower my jeans down my hips. My side hurts like a bitch, stabbing in the front and a dull ache in the back. “It's torn open, isn't it?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, gently unwrapping the bandage and pulling away the gauze. “I don't know how you're up and talking to me. I'd be in bed crying my eyes out.”
“Don't have fucking choice, do I?”
Harper pulls out an antiseptic wipe and cleans off the blood before replacing everything with clean supplies. I do my best to ignore the feel of her hands as she gets in close, winding the bandage around my waist, her fingers smoothing over my skin as she fixes it in place. My cock has no fucking business getting hard, but a little pain has never stopped it before, and there's no way she doesn't notice. Not with it straining against the waistband of my boxers and her hands a fucking inch away.
She licks her lips and meets my eyes.
I don't have to read minds to know what she's thinking. It's right there on her face. She's curious. I might've been half out of my mind last night, but I wasn't dead. I heard her whimpers as Shadow ate her fucking pussy, and then her sucking him off right there, where any of us could see.
Damn, it's easy to imagine guiding her head down and a turn of my own.
Do I want her? Fuck yeah. I'm not blind. She's gorgeous.
But messing around with someone who doesn't know the score? Dangerous territory. I can tell the other guys are getting fucking attached and I don't want to fuck that up for them when the inevitable happens.
When she gets sick of me and makes them choose.
“Why don't you like me?” Harper asks quietly. Her big blue eyes look up, confused and hurt.
What? “Why do you think that?”
“Oh, I don't know. Everything? You keep snapping at me and acting like I'm a huge burden.”
“You are.”
Harper recoils.
God damn it. Now she definitely thinks I hate her, and that's not fucking true. I grab her hand before she can leave. “Listen to me. This was supposed to be an in and out job. You made this whole situation a lot more fucking complicated, but it's not your fault. None of this shit is your fault.”
I don't think she believes me. If she did, her eyes wouldn't be filling with tears that I don't know how to fix. Every time I open my mouth I shove my fucking boot in it. I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “Look, if—”
She shocks the fuck out of me by leaning in and kissing me. It's just a feathery light peck, or at least it fucking starts that way, but her lips are every bit as soft as they look, I slide my hand into her honey blonde hair and take it deeper. She melts into the kiss, a tiny moan slipping out as her eyes flutter closed. She tastes like fucking heaven.
Harper presses herself into me and slides her hands across my stomach, then down. If she keeps going, she's going to get more than a fucking handful, and learn that my tongue and nipples are far from the only things I've had pierced. The side of her hand brushes along the edge of my boxers, skimming the head of my straining cock through the thin cotton. I hiss at the touch, and she pulls back.
“Sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“What do you think?” I nod downwards.
She follows my gaze to the clear outline starting to push out of the elastic. “Oh! That wasn't what I meant to…”
“You sure? Because that was definitely the direction you were going. But it's fine. Go back to the bikes. I'll meet you there in a few.”
“Do you need help?” She asks.
Oh for fuck's sake. She's too fucking innocent for this life.
Well, I can fix that. “Not unless you want to help me take care of this so I can walk back without those assholes thinking I'm fucking dying instead of suffering from a massive case of blue balls.”
Harper's jaw drops and her cheeks flush pink, but she actually laughs. “That's not a real thing.”
“Nah, but the rest was true.” I slide my hand into my underwear, giving her plenty of time to leave, but she doesn't move. “I wasn't fucking kidding.”
