A/N: Mature content. ✈️🤪✈️
I'm beyond fucked... Or, I'd better be.
If I'd thought Harper occupied my thoughts and influenced my actions too much before, I had no chance after I'd heard the dirty things she wanted to do with me.
And I don't buy her forgetting about it for a second.
Once Harper laughed off her wrench-throwing tantrum at me, she marched out of the garage and left me with a semi-hardon in my pants and brain dizzied with lustful suggestions of ways we crossed off those list items.
I have just four days but we're doing them. All of them.
All four of her list items not only were permanently ingrained into my brain but repeated themselves over and over in a torturous mental loop.
Have Jake cook me a meal buttnaked so I can hand jerk him off at the stove.
My cock swelled in agreement at this suggestion and I absently adjusted myself.
Sit on Jake's face while I eat said meal.
While I hadn't been in the giving oral position in awhile, definitely not this semester, the idea of my head buried between Harper's legs while she grinded and juiced on my face throbbed urges down between my thighs.
Let Jake fuck me senseless in all holes until I can barely stand.
My entire gut flamed warm at this suggestion, which I now realized I'd waited for since the last time I'd had my way with Harper, and her unspoken but underlining challenge. I only had one internal response.
Challenge accepted, firecracker.
One of my hands adjusted the tightness in my pants again, which thankfully deflated while I picked up Harper's flung tools around the garage. Her last item bothered me more than I admitted, so I set those thoughts aside.
As soon as I put the screwdriver back on the workbench and kicked the gurney back under the junker car's hood, the garage door into the house opened. The last person I'd expected stepped over the threshold, down the two cement steps, and looked me straight in the eyes.
"LT," I greeted Ellie's boyfriend with an outstretched hand. He shook it tightly but a serious, almost grim look pulled his mouth tight. Since I had no idea what crawled up his ass but shared his worry over my sister's general wellbeing, I asked, "Ellie okay?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about," he spoke in a voice filled with seriousness. "If you have a minute."
"Sure." I tossed the wrench in my hand onto the workbench, where it clattered loudly on the metal surface, and crossed my arms at Hightower. "Nice season by the way."
"You too." He nodded slightly but the seriousness in his expression never changed.
"So about Ellie -" I started since while I assured Ellie I wouldn't stand in the way of her relationship and respected that LT cared about her best interests, I still wasn't close buddy-buddy friends with the guy.
Logan shifted his weight between his feet, stared directly at me, then blurted out the last thing I'd expected he said in a deeper version of the confident, borderline cocky tone that drove me insane in high school.
"Jake, I want to marry her."
"Wuh-what?" I choked out and gripped my elbows tightly in my palms against the sensation that Hightower just yanked a rug out from under my feet came over me. "Like, this weekend? Fuck, isn't that -"
"No," he corrected me and chuckled. "I want to marry her once we're done with school but I hope I have your blessing for whenever I ask her."
This cocky son of a -
My thoughts spun at how technically Logan asked me but spoke in a tone like he informed me of his predetermined plans. Since part of me hadn't gotten past the next few days, I clarified, "Which is not this weekend, right?"
"No," he repeated. "But it would mean a lot to both of us if I had your... blessing."
The weight of his words and the responsibility he'd transferred from Dad onto me that they carried squeezed a tightness in my chest that appeared any time I thought about Dad since his funeral. In a stall tactic, I parted my dry lips and wet them gently with my tongue while I really studied Hightower's reaction. He offered absolutely nothing other than an expectant look in his eyes while he silently waited for my reaction.
"I'll think about it," I replied after a few moments of silence. "But if you treat her wrong then I'll bury you six feet under."
"Not a word to anyone," he warned me. "Ellie's going to need us in the courthouse next month, let her get through that first."
My entire mood changed at his reminder. I'd had several reactions to the news that Ellie was summoned to testify against Ryder after Mom told me the first night I'd gotten here on winter break. While part of me hoped the sick fuck who'd assaulted my sister finally rotted in jail, none of me wanted it at Ellie's expense.
"Whatever she needs," I assured him and attempted to calm the anger that surged through my veins the more that piece of human waste occupied my thoughts.
With a quick nod and awkward handshake, Logan turned and stepped back up the stairs. Before he exited the garage, he tossed over his shoulder, "Thanks Jake."
"Right..." I mumbled. Right when the door clicked shut, I leaned back against the car, which lurched under my weight, and ran both of my hands over my hair until they clasped together behind my neck.
My younger sister, married... insane.
The flurry of activity before we boarded our flight to Calgary was a welcome distraction. I wasn't entirely sure why we vacationed in Canada but Mom made the reservations at some ski resort in British Columbia but the Calgary airport was closer. In a moment of irony, I laughed when our Air Alaska flight had a layover in, of all airports, SeaTac.
Mom tripled-checked our papers, passports, and luggage, packed us snacks the airlines for sure tossed out before we entered the security line, and drove us to San Jose's airport. A grin spread wide across my face when I slid into the last row seat of Mom's minivan next to Harper. Even though I felt more cramped than a sardine can, the lack of space gave us a close proximity that I intended I used to my full advantage.
Harper of course had other ideas when I casually rested my arm on the back of the seat, my hand close to her left shoulder. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Can't I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman?" I teased and my usual level of attraction to her sparked when her entire body stiffened, even under a puffy black winter coat that her long, blonde hair spilled over. Her full lips, pink and shiny, twisted sideways and a flash appeared in her light-blue eyes and did more for me than any other girl's sultry smile.
"Maybe I didn't speak slowly enough." One of her fingers, in the middle of the hand I was damn determined stroked me off during this trip like she'd described, flicked the middle of my forehead. "The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You."
"You," I murmured and slipped my closest hand onto her knee, then rubbed gently halfway up her inner thigh. The way her lips parted in a sharp inhale fueled my ego further but I knew not to push my luck too soon.
"Or maybe my mom was right and we just need some... release," was all I said, patted her knee gently, and withdrew my hand.
Harper just shifted herself as far as possible away from me on the seat, huffed quietly, and looked out the window away from me the entire drive up. A wide grin stretched across my face because she couldn't have hid the way her thighs squeezed even if she tried.
"Fuck no." Harper's blonde hair shook so quickly, her hair swished across the back of her coat.
"I'm very sorry, Ma'am." The poor Alaska Airlines employee who'd called both me and Harper up to the desk near our boarding gate at SeaTac and informed us that they'd given away our seats looked between us. "We're very happy to relocate both of you into the First Class cabin, free of charge, for the inconvenience."
Harper jerked her thumb at me and scowled at the very polite woman in a fitted navy blue suit and matching hat. "Dickhead here is the inconvenience. Please tell me the seats aren't near each other because I successfully avoided him on our flight up from San Jose."
"Oh..." The color drained from the woman's cheeks as she looked between us with a very apologetic glance. "I'm sorry, I thought -"
"It's alright," I interrupted her. "We'll take whatever you have, thanks."
Harper's eyes flashed sideways up at me and her lips rolled inward before she released them. "Which had better include his ass on the next flight or in the luggage cargo!"
"Aww, Sweetheart." I wrapped my arm around Harper and tugged her into my side. "Don't be so difficult, we'll get there together and enjoy our vacation."
"I... argh, fine. But I'm burying you in a snowdrift," she promised me with a raised middle finger. After I grabbed our new boarding passes and tagged right behind her, she added, "And don't call me Sweetheart!"
Ellie and Logan both looked up at us, probably since Harper huffed like an impatient child while she stomped back and forth between their boarding gate seats.
"Everything's fine," I assured them and suppressed the grin that wanted to escape. "They just moved our seats."
"Normally I'd say the lovebirds should take first class." Harper flung herself into the seat next to Ellie and glared up at me from under her lashes, but my mind went somewhere else at where her face level sat. "But I need all the free alcohol I can consume to get through the next two hours."
Since I now had the opportunity I wanted, I just shook my head and sat on Logan's other side. A few minutes and bathroom trip for Ellie later, the same Alaska Airlines employee announced, "Now boarding flight twelve sixty-seven from Seattle to Calgary, first class passengers and families with small children."
"Let's go, small child." Harper smirked at me and stood up from her seat. I gladly walked behind her and dipped my eyes down right to where the swell of her ass joined her leg.
"Eyes up, Pervy Pete," Harper called over her shoulder without a glance back and reached her hand out, palm up. I chuckled, slipped her boarding pass into it, and gave mine with an apologetic grin to the man who took both our tickets.
"Enjoy your flight... Good luck, Sir." He flashed me a sympathetic look, clipped our passes, and waved us into the tunnel.
At the end of the enclosed area that hummed with the airport's outside activity, Harper and I waited in a small queue near a flight attendant with platinum blonde hair and a pair of breasts that definitely drew my attention in how they stretched over her uniform. In my defense, the girl lifted and pressed them outward like a fucking visual presentation while her eyes roamed over me hungrily.
"Good morning," she greeted us with a bright smile.
"Just keeps getting better and better," Harper grumbled. A throaty laugh escaped me because, no matter how pretty this stranger was, she was no comparison to the gorgeous bombshell who hated my very existence.
And turns me on in the process.
"Window or aisle?" I nodded ahead of Harper, who silently sat in the aisle seat.
While I stood over her with raised eyebrows, she finally glanced up at me. "What?"
"Your bag, I'll put it up for you." I pointed at her carryon bag, took it from her extended hands, and stowed it overhead. Despite the extra leg room, my shin brushed over Harper's knee as I climbed over her, took the window seat, and groaned at the smaller overhead cabin space.
If this is first class, Hightower barely fits in coach.
As I adjusted my seat back, the smirk on Harper's lips widened until a flight attendant appeared.
"Yes?" The blonde from the entrance leaned slightly over, which pressed her breasts close to Harper's face.
"Please send in an attendant without the floatation devices," Harper growled and leaned closer to me. "Who won't be eye-fucking my boyfriend."
The attendant straightened up like she'd been electrocuted, pouted, then walked away. Seconds later, before I teased Harper about jealousy, another attendant showed up at her shoulder.
"Yes, Ma'am?" He reached over between us and only. I hadn't realized Harper had paged and attendant until he pushed off a lit call button overhead.
"What's the strongest alcohol you have?" Harper asked in a sweet voice that sounded nothing like her normal tone.
At the attendant's quick glance between us, I just shrugged and enjoyed Harper's murderous look when I replied, "Water for me please, plus whatever my girlfriend wants."
"What I want," she muttered as soon as the attendant left with her oddball request. "Is to not catch gonorrhea from your close proximity, thank you."
"You're getting predictable." Since I'd expected her STD insults, I pulled out my phone and flashed my latest results to her.
A thread of remorse pulled in me at how frequently I needed to get tested lately. After Dad died, I'd practiced hard, trained hard, played hard in the rest of our games, fucked random one-nighters hard, then kicked them out before my emotions got the best of me.
I wasn't above admitting I hadn't dealt with Dad's death because I sure hadn't. Instead, I focused on one day at a time, at least until football season was over.
"Don't need the details." Harper scoffed and welcomed the outstretched beer from the flight attendant. I thanked him for the water bottle and watched as Harper chugged half her beer in one round. Even the slight rolling, fluid motion of her throat as she swallowed swelled movement between my legs.
Fuck Calgary, I won't even make it to the border at this point.
Thankfully, I was distracted by the rest of the full flight's passengers as they boarded, which included Logan and Ellie, who narrowed her eyes at the beer Harper raised up to her. A quick takeoff and another beer consumed by Harper later, the plane leveled out at cruising altitude and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign.
"I need to take a piss," Harper groaned at me, the faint scent of her Molsons on her breath. Her shoulders looked a lot more relaxed and by the clear look in her eyes, the girl wasn't even buzzed.
My entire body stiffened when she lowered her lashes and spoke in a siren's call straight to my balls, "Wanna join me?"
"Don't tease," I warned Harper since, by the way her eyes dropped between my legs and hand that rubbed up my thigh, she knew exactly how she affected me.
A hiss escaped me when her hand clamped firmly onto my crotch and my cock fucking cheered her boldness and threw her a 'welcome-home' party. "Bet you don't have it in you, Jake."
My left hand grabbed her wrist, but I pushed her hand stronger into my erection and watched as her pupils dilated. "Don't start something you don't want me to finish."
Harper definitely got the upper hand, literally, when she pressed her full palm on my shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers over my head until my hips bucked against the friction from my jeans. With one quick yank, she withdrew her hand, winked one of those damn blue eyes at me, and retreated to the bathroom.
My feet followed her faster than my brain caught up and thankfully, a privacy curtain closed off the bathrooms from the rest of the first class area. I held the door open for Harper, then laughably squeezed in behind her, cursed when my elbows knocked against both walls, and shoulder her in the chin as I locked the door.
"Get out." Harper's eyes couldn't have stretched any wider but she unzipped her jeans and slid them down with her underwear, a black lace thong I needed ripped off her. "I really have to pee."
"Then pee." My head bumped the angled ceiling and my lower back was wedged into the sink counter but I glared down at her in challenge.
Her knees pressed into mine while she squatted over the toilet, where Harper sure peed in all her glory, wiped herself clean, and stood up but her head pressed into my stomach as she bent forwards to pick up her jeans. "Move your fat ass, Jake."
"Wash your hands," I growled down at the sight of her bare thighs, curved in all the right places, and the bare, pink folds that peaked out between them.
"You're so fucking difficult," she cursed, reached both hands around me, and squeezed her breasts tightly into my chest.
With one move and a lot of banged elbows and kneecaps, I clumsily spun Harper around so she faced the sink and trailed my fingers down the smooth, soft skin on her hips. She shuddered as goosebumps followed my rubbed lines of friction up and down her hips. I watched as her lower back arched as I traced lines below her navel, where I stopped and met her gaze in the small mirror.
Harper's beautiful face wore a near tortured look, her lips parted, cheeks pink, and chest heaved with soft pants. I paused my fingers right in the angular lines in her pelvis, one inch above her outer folds, and with one groan, she washed her right hand, grabbed mine, and threaded my index and middle finger straight into her soaked entrance.
"Fuck," I cursed when the movement jerked me forwards and my head smacked into the ceiling.
"You'd better," she challenged me with a smirk in the mirror.
My eyes closed at the warm, swollen folds in her clit, which I rubbed until she writhed and moaned from just my fingertips, which reacquainted themselves with her sensitive skin. Selfishly, I only took shallow dips into her entrance hole, where I rolled teasing circles while my cock swelled until it strangled itself in my jeans. With no space between us, I pressed it right into her bare ass.
"Stop fucking teasing me." Harper hunched over forwards until her forehead banged into the mirror, tension wrenched in every muscle from her neck to her thighs. My fingers never stopped, slipped inside and around, and pulled out with more and more of her arousal coated over the tips each time.
I ignored how my ass pressed into the toilet as my head bent down and I kissed, nipped, and sucked at my leisure along the pulse point on her slender neck, then breathed into her vanilla scent until it infiltrated my brain. "Say the word, firecracker, and it's yours."
"It was always mine - fuck," she cursed and flinched as I teased her closer to an edge we both knew there was one way over.
Mine.
"Fine!" Her hands clenched a white-knuckled grip on the counters when I slowly withdrew my fingers again.
With awkward, clumsy movements, I turned Harper again, lifted her onto the counter, and unzipped my jeans. My elbow stung as I smacked it again but my cock breathed a sigh of relief when I threaded it out of my boxers. Any excitement in me quickly turned into a hot ache of need at how Harper played with herself while I sheathed a condom. I groaned when she shoved two damp fingers into my mouth, then sucked hard and caressed them with my tongue.
"So fucking bold." I smirked at her, grounded my hands on her hips, and with one tug, pulled her onto my cock.
Her beautiful gasp of relief turned into groans of frustration while I stilled and slipped my whole length inside her. Once I was fully sheathed in her warmth, she braced her feet on either side of the toilet seat and squirmed impatiently. I knew we were on borrowed time, so I gripped her ass tightly, aligned my forehead with hers, and fucked her just the way I knew she liked it - hard, rough, deep, and sloppy.
"Oww..." Harper bounced between two harder surfaces, the sink counter and my abs. My slowed pace only earned me a threatened, "Don't you dare fucking stop!"
Her moans echoed off the claustrophobic walls around us and mixed with my raw, guttural grunts as I flexed my hips, tugged her close, and buried myself in and out. My thighs burned and ass cheeks clenched tight when her insides choked down and her moans turned into strings of curse words that fueled me further.
Sweat beaded up on my forehead, my brain dizzied until the sting from the way my knees banged into the tight side walls no longer registered, and my groin flamed warm. Push after push, I railed into this uninhibited girl that I craved like no one else.
Fuck, she really is the best.
After one more choked down orgasm from Harper that lubricated my balls, a slight internal burst of relief and satisfaction ripped through me. I came so hard in the condom I was surprised I hadn't burst a hole through the tip. I pumped into Harper until my cock twitched empty, withdrew slowly, and milked out the last drops with my hand into the latex.
With her glassed-over eyes and tipsy seated position on the sink, Harper definitely looked drunk now. After I discarded the condom and pulled both our clothes back into place, I leaned over, pressed a soft kiss into her cheek, then murmured into her ear, "Your list."
"What about it." Her growled response flinched a smile on my lips.
"Four days." I pulled back, took her chin in my grasp, and stared into those beautiful eyes. "Fuck it out with me and I'll never bother you again."
"Strong words from a pea-sized brain." Her normal sarcastic bite returned to her voice and, like a sick fuck, my cock twitched for more. "Can you keep that promise?"
"Cross off every list item before we fly back," I promised with my eyes trained on hers. "And I will."
With zero hesitation, she replied, "Deal."