Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (8 page)

Stepping inside, Mac locked the door behind him; he was going to have words with her and yet again explain why she had to lock all her doors.

As he looked around, there was no sight of her in any of the rooms downstairs. Deciding to check the ones on the top level, he made his way quietly in case she was already in bed. Walking up slowly towards her room, he tapped lightly against the door and listened. Seconds went by. As he raised his hand to knock again, a noise came through the door. Opening it softly, his eyes landed on the bed, and God all mighty, was she in her bed all right.

Sage lay there, legs open wide as she was playing with herself.
Shit!
Mac didn’t want to be in the room, but his body moved forward. Closing the door softly behind him, he stood up against the door as she continued to pleasure herself.

Her juices glistened over the toy she was using. The little moans escaping from her mouth drew him to the end of the bed as the toy glided over her swollen clit. Her hips lifted from the bed as her hand moved faster at the action. He pushed his own hand beneath his pants, never once taking his eyes off her hand. Fisting his cock in his hand, Mac stroked himself up and down.

Her other hand slid down her naked body, tweaking her nipple, then slid further down, bypassing her clit as it was already occupied and pushed a finger inside of her. His hand tightened around his erection, unmoving, trying to stop his own need to come so early.

He moaned when she added a second finger to her wet opening. Her head shot up, hearing his groan and stopped what she was doing. Leaning up on her elbow, she panted, “What are you doing here, Mac?” Her eyes zeroed in on his hand in his pants. Removing it completely, he grabbed her legs, and not saying a word, he dragged her to the end of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he leaned forward breathing in her sweet scent. Looking once more up at her, her eyes asked the question he didn’t want to answer. His eyes stayed on hers as his mouth covered her clit.

Her body arched slightly off the bed. “Mac,” she gasped in pleasure

God, he loved hearing his name on her lips.

Holding the bud between his teeth, he sucked, nipped, and flicked it with his tongue as he glided his hand up her leg and rotated his finger at her opening. Pushing in slightly, he moaned around her clit as her core clenched around him.

Her hands gripped the sheet at her sides, her head thrown back against the pillow as her hips started to grind against his mouth. Removing his finger, he found the toy she was using. Grinning against her flesh, Mac coated it in her juices and slid it down to her back hole.

Lifting his other hand, he slowly penetrated her with two fingers. As he slid out, he pushed the tip of the stimulator into her ass a little, enjoying the sweet sounds coming from her.

“Mac, please, I’m close,” she panted out.

Growling, he slid the stimulator all the way in, turned it to its highest setting and pumped his fingers faster into her. Rubbing her g-spot with the tip of his fingers, her body bowed off the bed as she screamed his name.

Her pussy constricting his fingers, he continued to move them as he started to hump the end of her bed. Running his tongue around her clit, knowing another orgasm was coming quickly, he removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside of her—in, out as hard as he could, turning the stimulator from side to side.

Her hands gripped his hair, pulling at the roots as her hips pumped in time with the thrusting of his tongue and the toy. Thighs pinning his head in between them as her body convulsed around him, Mac drunk her in, enjoying the taste of her sliding down his throat. Sitting back, breathing heavily, her body shivered when he removed the toy.

“Wow,” she giggled in awe. Her eyes were at half-mast as she peered at him and smiled.

Mac kneeled on the ground at her feet; she sat up and looked directly at him. Loving the look that covered her face, knowing he put it there, he grew even harder. Standing up, he took a step back from the bed. He couldn’t say anything to her. He wasn’t meant to do what he did, and now she would have the wrong idea about him. His intentions. Wanting something from him that he couldn’t give her.

She slid to the end of the bed, reached out for him, but he stepped back. Frowning, she fell to the floor in front of him, tracing her fingers up his leg and lingered near his throbbing cock. His head fell back against his shoulders, enjoying the moment of her touch. Then she was undoing his jeans; she slid her delicate hand inside of them and wrapped around him, making him hiss.

His hand stilled hers. “What are you doing, Sage?”

She licked her lips. “Returning the favour,” she whispered.

Ahh, hell.
Letting his hand drop from hers, she pulled his jeans down over his ass, freeing his cock from its confinements. Her tiny hand could barely reach around the girth of him. Using both of her hands and the moisture from her own release, she began stroking and twisting him. How the hell did she know that he loved a chick using both her hands and twisting his cock in their grip? He didn’t care; Mac basked in the feeling of having her hands on him in the most erotic way.

Sage’s tongue slid out and licked the tip of him, making him moan at the contact. Mac’s hand lifted to her hair, bunching it in a tight grip and sucked in a breath as her lips surrounded the tip of his erection.

Her hand slid up his leg, holding onto his hip as he moved forward and back, sliding her mouth along his length. Her mouth tightened around him firmer, her teeth grazing over the head of him and down the sides.

Groaning, Mac held her head in both his hands, looking down at her. “Open wider,” He gritted out.

She did exactly as he said.

Pushing further down Sage’s throat, she swallowed around the tip of him, gripping him. Letting go, she repeated her actions as he sped up his thrusting. Her suction tightened and loosened around his cock, then her fingers grazed his balls. Massaging them in the palm of her hand, her other hand let go of the side of him and wrapped around the base, as her mouth slid up and down. Sage’s hand stroked with her mouth and twisted every time she deep throated him.

“Jesus, who the hell taught you that?” he grumbled.

His sack pulled taut under his erection, knowing he wasn’t far from blowing inside of her mouth. Pumping his hips faster, her lips stretched over him, taking what she could of him, not complaining once that he was too rough or she couldn’t take him all. Mac was shocked when she squeezed his balls, sending him right down her throat, never gagging as he shoved himself deeper into her mouth.

It was never ending. He wondered how it was possible that she could take every single inch of him. He wasn’t small; none of the Harper boys were. They were all around the same size, give or take an inch between them all, but his was the thickest out of them. They never sat there and measured each other’s cock; Mac was going by what he was told by the women that they had all slept with.

Shaking his head, he didn’t want to think about any other women when the one that he wanted the most was kneeling down right in front of him, sucking his cock.

She twisted her mouth from the left then the right, sending sparks of electricity through his body. Her hand gripped the base of him, unmoving as her speed picked up and never slowed down. His orgasm was approaching rapidly. One second he was breathing fine, the next Mac lost his breath altogether as he shouted her name. He held her head still in his grip, pumping continuously, prolonging the feeling. She swallowed every drop he delivered into her mouth. Pulling himself from the depth of her wet mouth, he stood away from her, jeans still at his ankles, and stared at her.

How could he allow himself the pleasure she just gave him? He was the wrong kind of guy for her, even if it was just sex or blow jobs between them. He could never offer any more than that to her and she deserved way more than that.

Not saying a single word to her, he reached down, pulled his jeans up and turned his back to her. How the hell was he going to deal with this now? He’d gone too far. Opening the door, he took a step out.

“Mac?”

He knew what she was going to say, but he had no answer, or more like he didn’t have the right answer for her. He walked away from her, leaving her still kneeling on her bedroom floor. God, he was fucked up.

Walking down the stairs, he heard her steps chasing after him. “MacKenzie, what’s going on?” she asked as she reached for his arm.

“I’m leaving.”

“Please don’t,” she whispered, holding her tears back.

“I shouldn’t have come here, and what happened in there, shouldn’t have happened and never will again,” he ground out. What the fuck was wrong with him? Of course he wanted to be here, and he had enjoyed every bloody second with her. Damn.

“Did I do something wrong? I can do it again, better this time,” she sobbed.

Turning around, Mac faced her. “Sage, just stop. I needed my cock sucked and you did a great job of that, but nothing more is happening between us, okay? I need more than for someone to drop to their knees and open their mouth. And what I’m into, you can never satisfy me. You’re too, how should I put this, you’re a baby in my world. You have nil experience. I need someone that can fuck on demand, when I want. I doubt you’ve spread your legs for that many guys, Sage.”

Sobs racked Sage’s body as she stood, taking in every single word he said to her. “Fuck you,” she strained to get the words out.

“What?”

“I said, fuck you,” she spat as she threw her fist towards his face.

He caught her fist in his, pulling her closer to him.

“I wouldn’t waste my time fucking you, Sage. You wouldn’t do it for me. Besides the fact that you can suck cock like a whore, that’s about all you’re worth.” What the hell was coming out of his mouth?

She paled right in front of him. If he wanted to break her spirit, he’d succeeded. How in the world he said half the shit he did was beyond him. He thought better of her, but she needed to understand what he wanted from her, from any woman. What his needs were.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Mac!” she screamed at him, reaching for a book near the couch. Throwing it, she hit beside his head on the door. “I never ever, in my life want to see or speak to you again, MacKenzie Harper,” she cried.

He opened the door and walked out of her house and life. He’d royally fucked any kind of friendship or relationship he had with her by opening his damn mouth. But it all had to be said. Sage couldn’t love someone like him; he would never return the love she wanted, be the guy she dreamed about. Mac was the way he was, and no one or anything was ever going to change him of that. It was his way of life.

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S
age fell to the floor in a heap, crying her eyes out. What was wrong with him? Why would he say words like that to her? The words hurt, shattering her heart into a million pieces. She had never heard words like that come out of anyone’s mouth. Mac knew how to tear someone’s heart right out of their chest and stomp it into the ground. And the one thing that hurt her the most was him calling her a whore. She wasn’t one. Well, maybe she was? She kneeled there and gave him a head job, straight after he went down on her. And she had allowed Caleb to do the same to her, the other day, and Zeb nearly did too. What was wrong with her?

She couldn’t feel anything; her body was limp, her heart torn from her chest as she crawled over to her phone. She needed the girls to get her out of the hell she was in, right now. Lifting the phone off the receiver, she dialled the first number that came up on the screen

“Bitch, someone better be dying or I’m hanging up,” Kaidence’s voice echoed over the phone line.

“Kaid,” she sobbed. Tears streamed from her eyes, making it hard to see out of them. Wiping her face on her shirt, she’d pulled on after Mac left her room, she took a shaky breath.

“Sage, what’s wrong?” Kaidence was wide awake and concern laced her voice.

“Mac happened.” Sage sobbed harder at the mention of his name.

“God damn it. Fucking cock sucking loser. Okay. I’m on my way, babe. I’ll call Bri and Lilly and bring them with me. Don’t do anything stupid or I’m going to be kicking your little ass.”

“Okay.” That’s all she could say, then the line went dead. She wanted to call Caleb or one of the other brothers, but after what Mac said to her and the close knit the boys had, there was no way she was doing that. They would side with him, agreeing to what he said; she didn’t need that right now.

She never moved from where she was on the floor, waiting for her three friends to arrive. Kaidence came busting through the door, looking frantically around for her, as Bri and Lilly argued about something.

“Sage.”

She lifted her hand from where she sat on the ground, behind the couch. “Over here,” she croaked.

All three of them came around the corner of the couch and dropped down beside her.

“What the hell happened? Kaid only said something to do with Mac,” Bri asked.

God, how stupid was she allowing Mac into her heart? Well, all the Harper boys were there, but he held the biggest part of it.

They didn’t know the extent of her feelings towards the boys. Yes, they all said at one point that they’d all love a ride on the Harper train, but for one of them to actually go through with it, she had never asked or said whether she had. And now, she could say, yep, Caleb got her off, Zeb came close, and Mac went down on her and she did the same for him.

She couldn’t look at them. “I gave Mac a blowjob. He didn’t say much at all until he was ready to walk out the door.”

“Well damn, Sage, you’re a little hussy,” Lilly laughed.

It didn’t make her feel any better. “Oh, there’s more than that,” she whispered.

“Did he fuck you like the dirty slut that you are? Jesus, out of all of them, he would be my pick. I’ve heard more about him than the others. The kinky shit he is into would make any woman orgasm on sight,” Bri answered.

“Caleb fucked me with his fingers the other day. Then Zeb had me pinned against the kitchen bench, forgetting that Caleb was still in my house. Then just now, Mac did the same as Caleb, but also used a mini vibrator on me. He was ready to leave, and I couldn’t help but drop to my knees right in front of him and suck him off. What the hell is wrong with me?”