by Blythe Reid
Harper laughed. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back – careful, as if she wasn’t sure – and it was beautiful.
“I think we can do that,” Harper said, smiling. I smiled back at her.
“You know,” I said when we’d sat together in silence for a moment. “You owe me.”
“For what?” she asked.
“For what I gave you last night at the restaurant.”
Harper laughed. “You’re insatiable,” she said.
“Only with you, babe,” I said and it was true. With any other woman I would have gotten bored ages ago. It wasn’t just about her being a virgin, either. Harper was a challenge and I loved a challenge.
Harper rolled her eyes but she was smiling. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. She made quick work of my pants – she was getting good at this – and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I was semi- hard but with a few pumps of her hand I was right there.
Harper didn’t hesitate. She bent her body over mine and closed her lips over my cock. I groaned, my mind cutting out and everything in my body focusing on what was happening with my dick.
Harper bobbed her head up and down, taking me in deeper and deeper. Her mouth was hot and soft, and it reminded me of her pussy so much. I groaned as she worked me over and I was getting closer and closer, fast. I could last forever if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. I wanted to come in her mouth.
Harper kept sucking me off. She cupped my balls with her hand, squeezing them lightly and that pushed me even closer. She made a humming sound – where the hell had she picked that up? – and the vibrations traveled through my cock, pushing me over the edge.
I grunted as my muscles contracted and I came in her mouth, my cock twitching, thick and hard as I pumped into her. She sucked me dry, milking me with a sucking motion until I stopped coming.
She lifted her head and looked at me before she left her room to clean up in the bathroom.
16
Harper
I woke up in Liam’s bed. After I’d given him a blowjob and we’d talked about what he planned on doing to save our reputations, I’d gone home with him. We’d spent more time together, talking – not talking – and I’d decided to stay the night afterward. Until now, I’d left. It had been too dangerous to stay.
But I was throwing caution to the wind.
I turned to Liam and watched him. He was still asleep. He looked calm and peaceful when he was asleep, that perpetual cocky grin wiped off his face. He looked younger. His dark hair was messy, flopping onto his forehead and he looked different when I couldn’t see those ice blue eyes that were the focal point of his face.
I realized with a pang that I cared for him. More than I’d thought I would. I was starting to fall in love with him. How did I know? When I looked at him, something tugged at my heart and it was different than what I’d felt around him, before.
I was in real trouble, now. Before, it had been about my virginity, about the attachment I had read women formed with the first men they slept with. I’d known that Liam’s charm was dangerous.
Now, it was about my love for him. If I cared for him and he didn’t feel the same – which he probably didn’t – I was in for more pain and heartache. How was I going to get through that when it finally came down to it?
Liam opened his eyes as if he’d known I was looking at him and he grinned.
I smiled back at him. I couldn’t help it – no matter how nervous I was about what I felt, his grin thawed me completely and I couldn’t help but feel warm and loving toward him when he looked at me like that.
He leaned forward and kissed me.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “We should take tonight as a place to fix everything.”
Really? When had he had a chance to think about all this? I remembered sex, more sex and sleeping.
“Tonight?” I asked.
Liam nodded. “We’re doing another dinner with the investors but Bernard wants to make a public announcement so the press will be there. If we come out as a couple, then, it will set the world at ease and let the investors know that we’re still serious about their business.”
I nodded, rolling it over in my mind.
“That could work,” I said.
Liam kissed me again. “It will work,” he said.
He dropped me back at home an hour later, telling me he had to take care of Kenna and a few other things before he saw me tonight. It was my job to find something spectacular to wear and to leave the rest to him.
I was nervous about the statement. My stomach was a tight knot of nerves. Liam looked determined, calm, collected. This was what he was good at, I realized.
And when he was so confident that this was going to work, why wouldn’t it? I would have to trust him on this.
Which was why, at seven on the dot, I got out of the cab in front of the restaurant wearing a red scoop neck dress and high heels. The dress was longer than what I usually wore but the idea had been to go for responsible and respectable, not sexy or slutty. I’d pinned up my hair, too. There were cameras everywhere, some of them pointed at me with flashes going off in my face. I felt like a celebrity.
Liam waited for me in the restaurant.
“You look fantastic,” he said. “And you’re just on time. We’re up in two minutes.”
I felt like I was going to throw up. This was the best move for our careers, I trusted that, but what if it meant I was forever stuck with a man that didn’t love me the way I loved him? How long would I be able to pull it off before it slowly killed me?
“Come on,” Liam said, taking my hand and kissing it before leading me toward a room where the reporters and cameras were waiting. There were so many more than there were outside it was overwhelming.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liam said, silencing them with his voice. “Thank you for joining us tonight. I want to make a public statement – I’m aware that there are rumors about the nature of my relationship with Miss Peterson. We’re here to announce that we are, in fact, together. We wanted to keep our personal lives away from the public eye, but the truth is always better than rumors.”
They press erupted. Cameras flashed in my eyes and I wanted to run away.
“Do you love her?” someone asked.
Oh, God. What was his game plan for that one? The agreement when we’d talked about it had been not to lie.
“I do,” Liam said and I snapped my eyes to him. He turned his face to me and his eyes were bright and serious when he looked at me. He wasn’t lying. This was all real. “I love you.”
My stomach turned, erupting in butterflies. He loved me?
“Give us a kiss!” someone called and the others joined in, cheering. Liam laughed.
“Are you up for it?” he asked me.
I nodded, blushing. Liam smiled and grabbed me, spinning me around and dipping me before he pressed his lips against mine.
The press went wild. My heart felt like it leaped out of my chest. When Liam lifted me up again, planting me on wobbly legs, I felt like I was made of air, that if he let go of me I would float away.
“I love you, too,” I breathed, knowing it was fast as hell, but I wanted it. I wanted him… badly.
Epilogue
Liam
Six months later
Harper wasn’t my assistant anymore. As much as I loved having her by my side all hours of the day, she lived with me, now. I could see her, touch her, love her, fuck her, whenever I wanted. So, instead of act as my secondary assistant, Harper was now an editor. I’d promoted her soon after our announcement in front of the press and she’d done nothing but do me proud.
Harper was an incredible woman.
It wasn’t long after that, that I’d introduced her to Kenna, too. The two had clicked almost immediately. Kenna had craved female influence in her life and Harper had taken to playing step mom so easily that it made me think about her being a real mother. All in good time, of course, but I knew for a fact that I
didn’t want to let her go – if there was going to be a future for me, I wanted it to be with Harper.
We had to travel to New York to meet with a possible new writer and Harper and I had decided to make a family weekend of it. We’d packed our bags and brought Kenna and the au pair we’d started using with us.
When we were in New York, Nancy the au pair and Kenna went to central park. Harper and I met the author, discussing terms and conditions if she were to sign with our company. She was a great writer and if we could agree, we wanted her.
“That was great,” Harper said when we were on our way to the hotel. “I love what we do.”
I nodded, putting my hand on her thigh. I loved what I did but what I loved more was doing it with Harper.
We stopped in front of the hotel and got out of the cab. Harper took my hand and we walked into the hotel, together. When I unlocked the hotel room door I let her walk in first. Harper stopped just inside the door and I followed behind her, smiling.
The hotel staff had come through. Rose petals were strewn across the floor and laid out on the bed in a heart. Candles were lit, put in little clusters all over the dim room and the setting was romantic, special.
“What’s this?” Harper asked, turning to me with a smile.
“This,” I said, pulling her against me, “is our six-month anniversary of when you lost your virginity on the beach.”
She grinned. “You’re such a romantic,” she said.
“Hmm,” I said, kissing her again. I started tugging at her clothes.
“What time will Nancy bring Kenna?” Harper asked, stopping me.
“When we ask her to. I told her we would need some time.”
Harper smiled. “You think of everything.”
I nodded and proceeded to undress her slowly, pulling off her items of clothing one by one. For every piece I pulled off, she took one from me, too, until we were both naked.
I guided her toward the bed and we collapsed on top of the rose petals, fucking up the heart. Whatever.
Harper was breathing hard. I ran my hand down her body, feeling her breasts, sliding my hand over her stomach, touching her pussy. She was so wet for me. My dick pressed against her hip and I moved, grinding myself against her.
We made out, naked and groping, for a while. I wanted to draw it out if I could but it didn’t take very long before I couldn’t hold out anymore. I pinned Harper down with her wrists on either side of her head and she gasped. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed into her.
I fucked her, bucking my hips, sliding in and out of her and she cried out, gasping and moaning. It was the most erotic sound in the world. Her breasts moved back and forth, her nipples hard and erect and her mouth was open. I wanted to push my dick in between her lips, but not now.
Right now, I wanted to fuck her, instead.
“My ass,” she whined.
“What?” I couldn’t believe my fucking ears.
“I need you in my ass.” She made the sweetest needy sound I’d ever heard.
“Good. Lift your hips, Kitten.” I reached down and grabbed my soaking wet shaft before tilting my hips and pressing into her ass. The pressure was insane, and she took my dick like a champ. I pressed my fingers to her pressure and rocked them deep inside of her as I massaged the full length of her asshole over and over again.
She shook beneath me and came like a fucking fountain a few minutes. Later. I was so lost to her that I needed to taste it. I pulled out and moved down, lick and sucking at her marinated slit. She came for me again, squirting come all over my chin and down my neck. I leaned in and drank every drop from her before getting up, turning her over and pressing my dick back inside her pussy.
“You turn was beautiful. My turn to join you.” I gripped a handful of her hair and worried that tight sweet pussy until I lost myself to the best orgasm of my life. The thought of her getting pregnant from it was almost too much.
“God, you’re so damn hot, baby.” I pressed my thumb down into her ass and worked her until my dick was hard again. I wasn’t going down without a fight.
“And now that I know what I’m doing, I can fuck you under the table.” She wagged her ass, so out of character.
I laughed. “You’re such a tease.” She’d been a cock tease from day one and losing her virginity and getting into a serious relationship hadn’t changed that one bit.
I plunged my dick back into her again, gripping her hips with my hands and started fucking her hard. I pumped into her faster and harder until she was crying and moaning. I reached around her body, tugging at her nipple before I moved my hand between her legs, finding her clit.
I wanted her to come again, to come when I did.
I kept pounding into her, rubbing her clit at the same time and I was getting closer and closer to the edge. Judging by her breathing, so was she. I shuddered. I was so close.
A moment later I toppled over the edge and pushed myself into her, my dick jerking. My orgasm pushed her over the edge and she screamed as we came together.
We breathed hard, panting, moaning, until the pleasure subsided. I caught my breath before I pulled out of her. We collapsed on the bed together.
“I love you,” Harper said through her breaths.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
We called Nancy half an hour later to bring Kenna back and gave her the rest of the day off. We took Kenna to a restaurant with a children’s play place so that she could play while we ate and enjoyed our evening together.
“What did you do with Nancy, today?” Harper asked Kenna after we’d ordered our drinks.
“We played on the jungle gyms and fed the ducks,” Kenna said. “And Nancy bought me an ice cream.”
“Before supper?” Harper said, pulling a surprised face. Kenna giggled.
“Yeah, Nancy said we could break the rules once. But when you’re my mom we can’t do that, right?”
Harper frowned at Kenna. I squeezed my eyes shut and chuckled. She wasn’t supposed to do it like that.
“What is she talking about?” Harper asked, looking at me.
“Oh,” Kenna said. “I forgot.”
She fished in her pocket for the ring I’d slipped her just before we sat down. “Daddy said to give you this.”
Harper took the ring. It was a diamond ring set in white gold and it had been expensive. Not nearly as precious to me as Harper was but it was the closest I could find.
“Marry me?” I asked her. Kenna held out the ring. Harper looked from me to Kenna. When she looked at me again, her eyes shimmered with tears.
“God, yes” she whispered in a reverent tone.
A smile lifted my lips as my body hardened for her. My wicked little virgin would spend her days and nights being loved by one man, and one man alone.
Me.
Author Note: I hope that you enjoyed the story. I have included some additional books for you to enjoy as well.
The SEAL’s Little Virgin
I see the way everyone in the bar watches her. Most of the men in the fucking place old enough to be her daddy. Hell, I’m no different.
Except she doesn’t give any of them ‘fuck-me eyes.” Only me.
The sweet little thing better watch herself, or she’s going to find her knees sore, her lips swollen, and her body owned by a big mother fucker like me.
She thinks she can handle herself in the bar, but I wonder how quickly she’d cry out in the bedroom.
After a long couple of years overseas, I want two things.
Time with my son and a long week of being fucked nice and hard by the pretty little virgin down at the base bar that’s finally legal.
I don’t want her to cry Uncle. I want her to cry Daddy.
And she will. Over and over and over again.
1
Trace
I leaned against the railing of the ship, looking over at the city of Coronado with a grin. Bryan stepped up beside me. We were both happy as hell to be home, even if it was just for the we
ekend.
Talking to my son, Ben, on Skype for the last year wasn’t cutting it, even if I knew he was safe with Mom. She loved him more than anything in the world, and even though his own mother had abandoned him when he was young to run away with another man, Ben was growing up with a loving family.
I met Ben’s mother, Nadia, a few years after I joined the SEALs. It was lust at first sight, and it resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. I did the right thing and married her, assuming that she would be there for our son when I was away on duty.
I found her with another man in our bed when our son was just six years old. Thank fuck I’d been home at that point. I kicked her ass to the curb so I could take custody of our son and give him the life he deserved.
Nadia skipped town soon after, and Mom and I helped Ben through the initial shock of her leaving. Ben was shocked, but it was clear to me that Nadia wasn’t the maternal type from the moment he was born.
To this day, I cursed myself for giving in to her seductive, submissive ways, but without her, I wouldn’t have my son. He was more like me than he was his mother, anyway. He had the same dark eyes and hair and athletic skills that I had growing up. At twelve, his passion was basketball, and Ben played for a talented league as one of the star players. I couldn’t wait to see a game while I was here. I had a few videos and pictures on my phone, but it was never the same as being there, cheering him on in person.
The boat docked, and I grabbed my military issued duffel bag. The sun was low in the sky, but I had plans to have dinner with Mom and Ben tonight, to catch up on everything that was happening. He was growing up too damn fast, and I could barely keep up with the names of all his friends and the girls that he had crushes on these days.
I was looking forward to Mom’s pot roast, my favorite meal of all time, a good conversation, and just a taste of home. It was hard to believe how much I missed it when I was away, which was a lot of the time.
