Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (41 page)

“Come here,” Logan ordered.

Shivering at the command, Caleb let her go. She knelt upon the bed and crawled up to Logan. Sitting flush over his cock, she gripped him and rubbed the tip of his head against her wet heat.

Holding him in place, she slid down the length of him, taking him all in at once. Groaning, she shifted her hips, adjusting to him, and slowly began to rock.

Lifting up and sliding back down, then rocking back and forth, pushing him deeper inside of her, she gasped. Caleb rubbed against her puckered hole. Gripping around Logan’s hardness, she reached for his nipple ring and pulled. His hips flexed up, groaning her name.

She was so worked up from the fight that she was right there, ready to erupt. Caleb pushed her forward. She held onto Logan’s forearms as he slowly pushed into her.

Logan’s hands grasped her hips, holding her still as they both began sliding into her. She moaned as their pace sped up. She lifted her hands to Logan’s face and locked her eyes with his. “I want us all to come together.”

Both of them held onto her as they pounded faster and faster.

She clamped down on both their cocks as they continued to thrust. Her body tingled all over; her toes curled and she moaned.

“Now, please,” she panted, holding off for them.

Both growling, Logan slid his hand between them and pinched her clit. That was all she needed as she screamed out, her climax pouring through her body. Clenching around both of them, they shouted her name together, releasing inside of her.

Dropping to Logan’s chest, she panted, “I love you, Logan, Caleb. I’m yours for the rest of my life.”

“And we both love you, spitfire. You will always be ours, now and forever.”

Both their arms wrapped around her, holding her where she wanted to be the most. 

She loved them as much as they loved her. She belonged to them, as they belonged to her. She was their little spitfire.

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kilyr couldn’t contain herself as she raced around her room, looking for the right clothes for the night. She had a date. She had met Zeb a year ago at one of the local bars in Laker when she came to visit her father. She was a nervous wreck when she stood at her father’s door, waiting for him to answer. It had been five years since the last time she had seen him. He had gotten in contact with her gran, and she’d passed the message on to call him.

He never called the house; it was always on her mobile, since her parents didn’t get along. Well, more the fact that her mother hated her father. She never explained in detail why there so much hatred was thrown his way. It was always the same thing she was told by her, ‘
Never trust a man when they say they love you. You’ll end up with a broken heart, every single time. Bad boys are the worst kind; they’ll use you for what they want, when they want, and then throw you away like you’re garbage. Don’t ever allow anyone to ruin you like that, sweetie. Keep the innocence you have. Don’t be wasting it on someone who will only give you one night of blissful pleasure; it isn’t worth the pain. Never allow someone into your heart too easily; you’ll find out the hard way when they ruin you.
That would explain why they weren’t together anymore.

She understood what her mother said, but in life, people treated people differently. It wasn’t always chocolates and flowers, nowhere close to that. People hurt others in the weirdest ways. It wasn’t just words; it was the actions that hurt them in the worst ways. It was extremely sad when you witnessed someone’s heart breaking right in front of you, watching as their heart shattered into a million pieces, while the person causing the pain then laughed in their face. How could a human being be so cruel?

Her mother always told her never to let her heart go, and to protect it the best she could. However, everyone needed to learn from their own mistakes. No single person on this earth was completely perfect, far from it, actually. Someone betraying that trust, more than once, and repeatedly forgiving them was what she hated. She had seen it too many times to count with her parents when they were together, her close friends, and college friends. Her motto was, you only got that one chance, no more. You fucked that up and there was the door. Don’t let it hit you on your ass on the way out. Plain and simple. But she’d never had someone break her heart in any way. Not in the way of true love. She didn’t even know what that was. But she wanted to find out.

Her mother had sheltered her for the past five years from the outside world. How was she going to learn things if she was constantly stuck to her mother’s side? She needed to go out into the world and learn from her own mistakes. If that meant her heart being broken, once, twice, possibly more than that, then so be it. How was she to learn without experiencing the loss or pain if she never had that in her life? If she lived every moment by the book, never once taking a chance on someone or something, knowing that if she did that one time, it may possibly end with pain, she’d never experience life at all.

She never wanted to feel that kind of pain, that pain that ripped everything from you, leaving you empty. Alone. Useless. Worthless. Unwanted. Shaking her head, she couldn’t think of all the times that someone in her life experienced pain of some sort from the one person they loved. She wanted the love that connected people; that was with that one special person. Skilyr wanted to take the chance and risk it, yet the one person her heart and body wanted most had no idea of her feelings.

Something about him drew her. The fact that he was covered in tattoos, tanned, and muscular in all of the oh-so-right places helped. That, plus his voice melted her into a puddle every time he spoke. His green eyes...God, she’d had many dreams—dirty dreams of him—dreams she shouldn’t be having about a man like him.

A man that wasn’t good for her in any way; a man who screamed heartbreaker. But her body didn’t care for that. She wanted him; it was getting his attention that was proving difficult. Yes, they had spoken several times, even exchanged numbers. However, she could never find the words she wanted to say when she was within touching distance of him. She was way too shy around him. He was a walking, talking sex god. Women worshiped the ground he walked on, and she was nothing in comparison. Plain. Boring. No life. How in the world could she get someone like that? He did not know she existed.

“Stop it,” she mumbled to herself. There was no point in dwelling over it. She needed to move on from the feelings that she had for him. Pulling her towel from her bed, she walked into the bathroom and began undressing. She had an hour before she needed to leave to go to Zeb’s house. He had finally asked her out on a date and invited her to his house for dinner.

This was the first date she’d had in the last two years. Her last one was with her ex, Garth; they had dated for six months before he had asked her to move in. The first week was amazing, but after that, everything went to shit. They had never slept together, wanting to save that moment for when she got married, and she had told him that in the beginning. But he pushed and pushed. They had done other things to each other but never intercourse. It became clear after, that wasn’t enough for him. She left him after they had their first huge fight. She wasn’t going to give him something that she wasn’t ready for, and she wasn’t going to be bullied into it either. She had feelings for him, but she wasn’t in love with him, which was wrong now when she looked back over her so-called relationship.

Slipping under the water, loving the warmth as it cascaded down over her face and down her chest, she washed all the negativity she was thinking down the drain. Reaching for the soap, she lathered her hands and started washing her arms. Moving along each one and then over her breasts, circling each one, she then slid down to her stomach. Images of Zeb standing in front of her when he asked her out days ago flashed inside of her head. Groaning, she had gotten herself off six times with the memory of him that day.

Light grey sweat pants, no shirt, sweat dripping down over his chest as he breathed heavy from his run. His hair messy, and stuck to his forehead, his chest muscles flexing with every breath he took, was enough to get her off. The muscles in his arms had bulged with his movements. Her eyes had travelled down his body; his flat ripped abs had her licking her lips, wanting nothing more than to run her tongue over every individual bump. Her eyes had moved lower and stopped at his crotch. She didn’t mean to stare, really she didn’t. But she could make out the distinct bulge under them, and knew by the way those damn pants pulled tight over him, he was commando.

The moan slipped from her lips, wanting so badly to rip his damn clothes off him and have her way. But she wasn’t that kind of girl. She hadn’t realised that her moan was that loud that he would have actually heard her. When her eyes went back to his, she knew instantly that he had by the grin covering his lips.

Blushing, she had apologised too many times to count for her actions towards him. He stepped forward into her personal space and whispered to her, “You can stare at me all you want. But if you keep doing it with that look in your eyes, I won’t be held responsible for what I do next. Hearing that sweet little moan coming from your mouth has me wanting to strip your bare right here, where we are, and hear you scream out my name as I fuck you hard, sweetheart.”

She swore she came then and there. God, she was so ready for him to do whatever he wanted to her. Turning around and pushing her face completely under the water, she had to stop thinking of the ways he’d take her, or his words, or how he’d fuck her. Her core clenched, wanting what he was offering. Although she wanted him desperately, she wasn’t going to jump straight into bed with him. She wanted to know him a little more before she did that.

Turning the water off, she stepped out and dried herself. Once done, she wrapped her towel around herself and walked back into her room. She had laid out several items of clothing. Glad it was going to be at his house, she didn’t have to worry about something formal. Casual is what he had told her, nothing fancy, something comfortable that she would wear around her house.

Her idea of comfortable was being in her pyjamas, but there was no way she was wearing them to his house. Sliding on a pair of black lace panties, she grabbed her jeans, pulled them on and buttoned them up. Next was the matching black lace bra that went with her panties, and the last thing she had to decide on was her top.

Reaching for her red satin top, she gently pulled it over her head and down over her chest. It sat flush against her body. It flowed over the curve of her breasts, pulled in towards her hips and went out at the bottom of it.

Shifting towards her full-length mirror, she spun left and right making sure it fit perfectly everywhere. Happy with her choice, she moved back into her bathroom and straightened her red hair. As she was about to apply makeup, her ring tone boomed in the quiet room. Stumbling over the clothes she had on the floor and tripping over her bedspread as it hung half off the bed, she dove onto the bed looking for her phone and answered before the call ended.

“Hello?” she huffed, trying to get her breathing back.

“Well, hello there, sweetheart. What has you out of breath? Were you thinking about me again?”

“Funny, but no I wasn’t. I had to dive onto my bed and look for my phone. I tripped while I was getting to it.”

“Well, you know how to ruin a guy’s hopes then, ha. The reason I was calling is I didn’t know what kind of alcohol you drink. I’m shit at picking for people, so I wanted to do this right.”

She had to laugh; it was cute that he was ringing her to find out. “I’m pretty easy, Zeb. Beer is good or wine.”

“I doubt you’re that easy, sweetheart,” he replied.

With you I am!
Clearing her throat, she asked, “Anything else you wanted to know before I arrive?”

“You know how to get to my address?”

“Yep, a friend of mine lives around the corner from you.”

“Okay, well if by any chance you get lost, give me a call. Don’t want to think you stood me up, Skilyr.”

Me standing him up
? It would be him doing that to her, not the other way around.

“How could anyone stand you up? You’re hot.” Oh, shit. She felt like slapping herself in the face. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

His laughter echoed over the phone line. “Well, I’m glad one of us thinks that. If it helps, you’re pretty darn hot yourself. I got to run. I’ll see you here soon, bye.”

She disconnected the call and fell on her bed, groaning. That was so a foot-in-mouth moment. Flicking her hair out of her face, she got off her bed and finished getting ready.

Pulling her front door closed behind her, she hurried towards her car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she buckled up, turned the ignition on and reversed out.

Shifting into first gear, she took off up the street and towards Zeb’s house. When he gave her his address, something about the street name was familiar to her. It didn’t take her long to realise her friend, Candice, lived on the street behind his. He obviously hadn’t lived there that long because she never saw him around. And she would have noticed him.

Turning down his street, she leaned over towards the passenger side, looking at the numbers of all the houses. 234, 236, 238. She needed 422.

Driving down the street a little further, she had several houses to go before she arrived at his. Slowing her speed, not wanting to miss the driveway, she noticed a black pick-up truck parked on the same side as Zeb’s house. Squinting her eyes to get a better look, she had seen that exact truck before, she just wasn’t sure where. Pulling to a stop and parking behind a red Mazda two cars down from the pick-up, she hopped out and realised who it belonged to.

She didn’t know he lived on the same street as Zeb. Shaking her head, this was her chance to talk to him. To actually say more than one word to him. Straightening her clothes, she stepped towards the pick-up.

As she passed the tailgate of the black truck, she heard a noise coming from inside. Frowning, she quickened her pace, hoping nothing was wrong. She stepped closer to the driver’s window, lifted her hand ready to tap on it and froze dead still at what she saw.