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“Oh, really? You found some woman willing to put up with that face, huh?” my brother jokes, and I shoo Mom off before she says something even more embarrassing. She’s the epitome of rose-tinted glasses when it comes to her kids.

“Yeah, she’s pretty great, actually. Hopefully you can meet her when you get back.” We don’t get much more time to talk before he has to head out on patrol.

“Stay safe, brother.” I breathe deeply as I hang up. Not sure I will ever get used to the idea of my kid brother possibly in harm’s way.

Dad and I share a whiskey and talk more after Mom heads to bed. The instant sense of belonging with them, something I used to take for granted, feels so much more special now. After hearing about Harper’s family, upbringing, and the way they turned her out, I realized how lucky I am. By the time I head to my room for the night, it’s almost eleven. I check my phone and see a text from Harper.

Harper

Good night Jace XOXO

There’s also a video. Settling on my bed, I hit play, and Harper's face fills the screen with a devious smile on her face. “Missing you so much tonight.” She props her phone on her nightstand and moves one hand under her shirt, working her nipple, and the other reaches out of the frame for a second before a pale pink toy comes onto the screen. “Guess I’ll just have to make do with this.” A soft buzzing sound starts before she spreads her thighs, running it between her legs. As she moves, the shirt rides up, bearing her legs, inching closer to her pussy. The toy disappears between her thighs, and just as her perfect pussy is about to be visible, the video cuts off.

“Fuck!” I breathe, dropping my head back onto the pillow. It’s gonna be a long night. Removing my pants and getting ready to hit play again, an idea pops into my head. Instead, I turn on the camera, starting a video of my own. My rigid cock is obvious under my boxer briefs. I flex so my abs stick out and my Adonis belt is more visible. She has mentioned how badly she wanted to lick that V the first time she saw it. Fair is fair, she toys with me, leaving me hot and bothered, so I’ll reciprocate. I slide my hand under the band of my underwear, fisting my cock a few times before slowly peeling them down. Just before my cock is freed, I stop the video and hit send.

Precum leaks from my head, so turned on, so needy for her. I nearly drop my phone when it starts to ring, and when I see the FaceTime request, the smile tugging at my lips is one of pure satisfaction.

“That was mean!” she whines, not even bothering to say hi.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh, babe? Now, I’m not an unreasonable man. How about this, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

She works her lip, and it’s so sexy I want to suck it into my mouth and bite it myself.

“Do you have headphones?” she says quietly, like she’s afraid of being overheard. My smile widens—got her! Pulling out my headphones and sinking back onto the pillows, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest son of a bitch that she’s mine.

I headed out the door as soon as lunch was finished and dishes were washed. Mom actually shooed me out the door, saying I looked like a caged animal. Really, she’s just over the moon that I met someone, and that she might become a grandma before she dies. Not dramatic at all. Harper and I stayed up for over an hour together on our video chat. My cock twitches and hardens remembering the way she came apart in front of me, and I fully intend to begin researching toys this weekend, because I need a live replay, stat.

The festival is in full swing as I pull into town. Cars are parked in the field, nearly filling the huge space. Parking toward the back by the line of trees, I get out, pulling on a jacket. It’s just after six, and the sun has set, bringing the temperature down with it. The air smells of cinnamon, baked apples, and bonfire. Harper told me there is a huge bonfire on the far end of the fairgrounds; people make smores, and warm up with hot chocolate or spiced cider. Eating up the distance with long purposeful strides, ready to see Harper and Lizzie, I spot Bree's booth quickly, scanning the area for Harper. I’m disappointed when I don’t see her.

“Why am I not surprised?” Bree beams at me.

“Hey, Bree, looks like you’re busy today. Harper around?”

“Good job, you lasted five whole seconds before asking for Harper.” Her smile is infectious, and I know I look like a lovesick puppy, but I just don’t care.

“You know, I try.”

“She just ran some stuff back to the cafe for me. If you head that way now you can probably catch her before anyone else spots her.” I turn, arching a brow her way. “In case you want a less public reunion. And I’ll keep Lizzie entertained until y’all get back, no interruptions.”

Smiling back at her conspiratorial look, I turn on my heel and head back to the field.

Just as I’m about to pass through the back entrance to the lot, I spot movement to my left. Like my thoughts had conjured her, Harper appears. She hasn’t noticed me and is about to pass right by me. Quickening my steps, I reach out, grabbing her arm. She whirls, fists raised and ready to fight. That’s my girl. But as soon as she realizes it’s me, she’s in my arms. Our mouths find each other like magnets. Damn, it feels so good having her in my arms.

She breaks away, breath coming in soft pants. “What are you doing here?”

“A certain someone was plaguing my thoughts, and I needed to get back to her.” Her cheeks pinken as she smiles. “Come here,” I whisper, taking her mouth again.

Chapter 27

Harper

Jace leads us to his truck that is tucked into the tree line, out of sight and in the shadows. His eyes are predatory, making my core clench, and my panties wet. My back is pressed against his truck, as his mouth descends onto mine again, claiming it possessively. Moaning into his mouth, I hold my body against his. His erection pressing into my abdomen is driving me insane. He pushes his leg between mine and I grind my pussy on it. The friction barely takes the edge off the pressure already building. It’s not enough. I’m feral, needing him, an overwhelming desire to claim him as he has me. Ever since we made the choice to stop using condoms, Jace has been obsessed with coming inside me. But tonight, I’m finally going to take what I want and taste his release as it fills my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, I reach between us, unfastening his pants, then turn us so his back is against the truck.

“Harper.” His voice is rough with need.

Dropping to my knees, the cold ground is blessedly dry, so my knees are only cold, not wet. Eye’s locked on his, I free his straining cock and slide my tongue along the thick vein that runs along the underside of it. Swirling my tongue over the tip, the taste of precum explodes on my tongue, making me moan and rub my thighs together as I try to ease the pressure there.

Jace’s eyes bore into me as I open my mouth, taking him in deep. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag slightly and feel him tense. Before he can go all chivalrous on me, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down again. Bobbing my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. Each time, it gets easier to control the gag. Tears well in my eyes, but I’m too far gone.