by Blake, Remy
“What did I say wrong?” She asks innocently, and I can’t help but smile.
“Connor was my student, Mom.” I mock gasp. “Qué escándalo.” Scandalous
She gives a soft chuckle at my theatrics then puts a hand around my shoulders, pulling me close to her. “Oh mija, we can’t help who we love. The heart wants what the heart wants.”
“Pity it doesn’t always get what it wants,” I mutter.
I know what her next words will be before she even says them. It’s her story of hope. The one I’ll never get tired of hearing. “You know me and your dad had our own forbidden love affair. He was older and my mother never wanted me to leave for America with him. But look at all the things I would’ve missed out on.” She kisses my temple. “I could never imagine my world without my children. The heartache is hard, Mija. But it is always worth it.”
In a quick rush, she sits us both up, grips my shoulders and straightens me up like a drill sergeant. “Now, what’s my bebé going to do. Can you be together?”
I think long and hard about her question, as well as Cruz’s advice from earlier. “I think so. Solo que no ahora.” Just not now.
28
Connor
CALIFORNIA: TWO WEEKS LATER
Standing in front of the door, I wipe my damp palms on my jeans and take a few deep breaths. I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my life. So much rides on how the next five minutes go. You’ve got this. I give myself a quick pep talk and ring the doorbell before I can change my mind. Shit. My stomach is in knots as I wait for someone to answer. With every slow breath I remind myself to take, I fight the urge to walk away.
The door opens and my brain stops all function when I look into familiar brown eyes.
Her mouth drops open, I guess she’s surprised to see me too.
“Connor.” Her voice is as sexy as I recall and the perfect complement to her seductive looks.
“Harper.” My voice sounds hoarse to my own ears. We both stand frozen in place locked in a silent stare off.
She finally steps forward like she wants to hug me, but isn’t sure if she should. I take the decision from her, tugging her into my arms. God, she feels so fucking amazing. Familiar and comforting, she feels like home.
“Connor what are you doing here?” She stares up at me with tears in her eyes as she steps back.
I temporarily lose myself studying her face. She has dark circles under her eyes and she looks like she’s lost weight. Her cheekbones are more pronounced and she’s not wearing any makeup. She looks perfect to me.
“I came to see you.”
“Why don’t you come inside, so we can talk.” She gestures for me to walk through the doorway before she closes the door behind me. “Let’s go to my old bedroom. My family is in the kitchen and they’re nosy.”
Walking beside her, It’s hard to believe, but she’s even more beautiful. My chest squeezes uncomfortably just from looking at her. I force myself to draw in a tight breath. I haven’t seen or heard from her since she left D.C. Each day without her was harder than the last.
She leads me up a staircase and down the hallway until we come to a door with a poster of the Backstreet Boys. She ushers me inside and shuts us in. Sunlight fills the space from the two large windows on the opposite wall. The pink paint and floral comforter make me want to smile. This is not what I expected her room to look like.
“Have a seat.” She gestures to the bed. Our eyes meet mine then dart around. I realize she’s nervous just like I am.
I sit down on the bottom end of the bed and she chooses the top as if we’re facing off. But I’m not here for a fight. We’re on the same team whether she realizes it or not and she doesn’t have to handle this alone.
“You left without saying goodbye.” My tone is accusatory. I don’t want it to be, but I can’t seem to help it.
“I’m sorry, Connor. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.”
“Why didn’t you find me first? I would’ve helped you.”
“You couldn’t help me with this. And if I stayed it would have hurt you.”
“I know why you left.”
“You do?”
“I found Sadie at the gym and hit her with a barrage of questions. She wouldn’t answer many, but she did admit you didn’t leave because of me.”
“Why would you think it had anything to do with you?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we were having a relationship. People usually don’t skip out on someone they care about.” Sarcasm rolls off of me.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you. It’s my biggest regret. Leaving was hard, but knowing that I couldn’t say goodbye to you was the worst part.”
“You couldn’t send me a text or a letter? An email?”
“No, I couldn't. I don’t expect you to understand or take my word for it. Asking you to trust me at this point would be a tall order. One that I know I don’t deserve.”
“At first I was worried that something had happened to you. I couldn’t get a hold of you and you disappeared without a trace. Once I accepted that you left on your own accord, I was hurt and so angry at you. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew you wouldn’t leave without a reason.” Her wide eyes stare at me as she avidly listens. “And it didn’t take long to deduce that my father had to be behind the reason.” Rising to my feet, I move down the side of the bed and sit next to her. My hands raise, cupping her cheeks. “When I took a step back and thought things through I realized that you love me just as much as I love you. I wouldn’t leave you unless it meant protecting you from something. Once I got to that point it was easy to figure out the rest. My father got to you, didn’t he? What did he threaten you with? Expulsion for me? Firing you?”
“He said you’d be expelled if I stayed in the D.C. area. He told me I had to return to California if I wanted to protect you.”
“Son of a bitch. I knew it. I bumped into him on campus and he was gloating. I couldn’t figure out how he could know about us and I talked myself out of it. I only wish I’d listened to my instincts sooner. We wouldn’t have missed all this time together.”
“There’s more that you don’t know,” she whispers, staring down at the large, faded pink flowers on her bedding.
Catching her chin between my thumb and index finger, I raise her face and peer into her eyes. “Tell me everything. Don’t leave any details out. I want to know it all.”
She nods and I let my hand fall away.
“I had a fiance, Anthony. We were together for five years. He had a gambling problem that I didn’t know about. I know that makes me sound naive and dumb, but I really didn’t. He hid it well. So well that I didn’t realize he’d incurred five hundred thousand dollars worth of debt. He did it through forging documents and other shady practices leaving me responsible for the debt.”
“That fucker. Where is he now?” I bet I can get some money out of him. Fuck that. Her four brothers and I can find him and beat it out of him.
“I don’t know where he is and I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I took the job at King because the salary was good and the housing was free. I could pay off the debt faster. It was my fault that he got away with everything. I should’ve realized something was wrong. And I still plan to take care of it all by myself.”
“It’s okay. It will work out,” I soothe.
“No, you don’t understand. Just listen to me. Please. This is hard enough to tell you.” She rubs her hand over her forehead as if her head is hurting. “When your dad threatened me, he knew about my debt. He knew the details of it down to Anthony’s name. He transferred the money into my account without my approval.” She tugs her phone from her back pocket and types for a few seconds before raising her screen in front of me. “Look. I haven’t touched a penny. All of it is still sitting in my account. I want nothing to do with it.”
When I see the amount of money I clench my teeth so hard they creak.
“I swear I didn’t want his money and I never wou
ld’ve taken it,” she cries. “I don’t want you to think he paid me off to leave. The only reason I left was to protect you, Connor. You’re all that matters to me.”
I pick her up and place her in my lap. “I believe you. I’m so sorry my father did this to you. Can you forgive me?”
“For what?”
“For not coming after you the first day you left.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to miss school. You’re so close to being done.”
“Tank was sick and exams were happening. I was so angry and hurt. But the good thing is I confronted my father and things are going to change now. Especially since my grandparents offered to pay for my law school. That means my father can’t hold it over my head as leverage when I disagree with him. And I talked to Cruz. We both agreed that today would be a nice day to surprise you. He thought you needed some time to come to grips with being back home before I showed up.”
“You and Cruz talked? I can’t believe you two went behind my back.” She narrows her eyes at me, but she’s not really mad.
“Merry Christmas, bombón.”
Her arms slip around my waist. “I’m so glad you’re here. Merry Christmas, Junior.”
“Nothing matters now except where we go from here. And we don’t need to figure out all the details right now. We’re together and that’s enough. I love you, Harper.”
She smiles, tearfully. “And I love you.”
“Will you come back to my hotel with me?”
“Only if I get to spend the night in your arms.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I take her hand and lead her toward the door. I stop short and she almost crashes into me. “Do I have to say hi to your family now or can we come back later?”
* * *
“Kiss me and put me out of my misery,” she orders once we’re inside my hotel room.
I slowly shake my head. The left side of my mouth hooks upward in a crooked smile.
My hands wander down over her hips to cup her alluring ass, making my cock hard as steel. I slam my mouth down on hers, seeking out her tongue with mine. Her arms close around me, nails scratching my back through the black t-shirt I’m wearing.
Visions of us making love in her King office assault me as our tongues engage in a war. Our kiss is fueled by how much we’ve missed each other. A ferocious battle goes on between our mouths. I want to hate her for leaving me, but I understand why she did. And now all I can do is unleash the pent up hunger I’m feeling.
I pour all of the love I have for her into this kiss, but I want her to regret ever leaving me.
I want to know she fucking missed me as much as I’ve missed her.
I want her to remember the powerful chemistry we always had as we experience it again.
Pulling my mouth from hers my lips skate over her jaw and down to her neck. She gasps when I suck on her delicate skin. It’s the same gasp I’ve heard as I thrust my dick inside her wet, little pussy.
I connect our lips again, sucking her bottom one between mine and then lick along the inside curve of her upper one. She moans into my mouth and rocks her clit against my cock. Goddamn. I’m lost under her spell and I never want to find my way out.
All the hurt slips away and all I can think about is having my cock buried balls deep in her cunt. I tangle my hands in her soft hair, tugging her head back. My lips slide over her cheek to rest against the bottom of her ear.
“Come to bed with me. I need to be inside your sweet pussy right now.”
Her eyes lazily open; she looks drunk - drunk with desire. It’s always been like this with us, and it always will be.
“Yes,” she whispers, lids closing as our lips meet once again.
She tastes so sweet on my tongue, reminding me of how much I’m going to enjoy slicking my tongue through her pussy. Lowering my head, my lips lightly skim the top of her shoulder. My tongue glides across her collarbone and sends shivers down her spine. Smiling against her skin, I watch her reaction to my touch. Standing in front of the bed, bodies pressed up against one another, the tension between us is palpable.
My body hums in anticipation from being this close to her. Harper’s touch is the distraction I need; all the hurt is behind us. My hands tug her shirt over her head leaving her in a black bra with lace on the cups.
My fingers pluck at the button and zipper of her jeans. Kicking off her Chucks leaves her barefoot as she wiggles her jeans down her hips and onto the rug. Standing before me in her bra and panties, my hungry gaze can’t get enough of looking at her.
“Before we start,” I whisper. “I want you to know I’m going to ruin you,” I pull her forward into my erection.
“You already have ruined me. I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” I spin her around in my arms. Straining against my jeans, I press into the curve of her ass. “After this is said and done, you’ll feel me everywhere. And I’m never letting you go again.”
She turns around, impatient for her hands to be on my body. I slowly unbutton my shirt, winking at her.
Harper lets the tip of her tongue peek out and lick her lips as if to say two can play this game.
Standing across from one another the teasing continues. The air is thick and heavy as we taunt each other, removing each layer that stands in our way. Slithering her bra down her arms, she carelessly throws the flimsy piece of clothing to the side.
Already naked, my thick cock, strains against my stomach, desperate for her attention. I stalk towards her moving closer, and closer. She shifts backward until she’s trapped against the edge of the mattress. I grab her chin and tip her face up until she’s looking at me.
“You ready for me?”
29
Harper
He lunges for my mouth before I can answer. Fierce and dominating, his tongue takes control. Matching his strokes, I feel him pour his emotions into our kiss; turning me on even more.
He makes his way down my neck; biting, licking, kissing. His hands squeeze my breasts, following on his path downward. Scratching their way along my torso, he uses both hands and expertly slides my panties off. Connor’s face is now up close and personal with my pussy. The ache between my legs intensifies.
I let my head fall back on the bed, and close my eyes. “Fuck, Connor, how long are you going to make me wait?”
Kneeling, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress and firmly cups my ass. Spread wide open, he brazenly buries his face between my legs.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” His tongue teasingly circles my clit; driving me crazy. I grab onto his hair and shamelessly grind against his mouth. He pulls back and slips two fingers inside me.
“I could do this all day.” he murmurs against my pussy. The vibration of his voice, and movement of his fingers has my clit throbbing for attention.
“Connor. Please,” I beg.
Fingers slide inside me; deeper and deeper. He expertly nips and sucks, as I continue to rock my lower body into his face. I whimper, so close to the edge.
“Come on, baby. Come in my mouth,” he demands. “I’ve missed your taste so much.”
With one last swipe of his tongue, my breathing quickens and my body convulses in bliss. He languidly uses the tip of his tongue and softly licks the sensitive nub as I ride out my orgasm.
“You’re even better than I remember,” I groan, feeling more relaxed than I’ve been since I left D.C.
He smirks at my praise, then roughly grabs my hips and flips me over. With his hand in the middle of my back he pushes me down toward the mattress. Ass up in the air, I hold the weight of my torso on my forearms, as he presses his hard on between my cheeks.
He fucking loves my ass.
The sting of the slap leaves me breathless as he marks my skin with his hand print. Using his free hand to grab my hair, he twists it around his wrist.
“Open your legs,” he commands.
In one swift movement he thrusts himself deep inside me and forcefully pulls my head back. He leans his b
ody over mine, the heat of his chest on my back, and whispers, “I’m just getting started.”
Fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the sensation of him pounding into my pussy. It feels as amazing as I remember. He still makes me mewl and moan every time his dick thrusts into me. I can’t hold back the sounds.
His lips lower to my ear. “Did you miss my cock?” I nod my head.
He tugs my head back, his fingers still wrapped up in my hair.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I missed your cock.”
A growl escapes his lips at my admission.
Laying a trail of kisses along the top of my shoulder he gently sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck. I whimper and clench the sea of white sheets with my red fingernails.
He smiles and sucks on the fragile skin below my ear. He remembers all my favorite spots, all the places on my body that make me go off like a fucking rocket.
Releasing my hair his hands move downward, gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my fair skin as he pulls me back onto his dick each time he pounds into me.
“I love watching my cock move in and out of your pussy. I can’t fuck you hard enough, bombón.” He pulls me up into his arms with my back against his chest. Wrapping an arm around my waist he walks us up the bed on his knees, his cock still buried inside me.
“Grip the headboard,” he rasps. “And hold on tight.”
My fingers close around the edge of the wood.
His hips begin to move, cock sliding in and out of my pussy. He thrusts deeper and faster. The silence in the room is punctuated by our harsh breaths and the sound of our skin slapping against one another. His hands move on either side of mine, gripping the oak headboard, using it to leverage his impossibly hard strokes. The wood creaks with each thrust as his hips move faster and faster.
“Rub your clit for me,” he orders. “I don’t want to slow down, it feels too fucking amazing.”
My hand slides down to circle my clit like a good girl and a breathy moan escapes my lips. I’m getting close. Closing my eyes, I focus on this moment and the absolute pleasure I’m experiencing.
