I followed, watching the two of them go at it.
My cock pressed painfully against my zipper. Hell, it had been hard like that since the second she put O’Sullivan in his place.
Seeing the way Leo set her on her feet so he could strip off her yoga pants and work clogs and she was—fuck! I couldn’t stop admiring the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Just the laciest, sexiest pale pink bra. She was all woman—our woman—yet she had a pair of brass balls. She’d gotten past two of Leo’s most well-trained security men and put the head of the Irish mafia in his place. Really big balls.
And all I wanted to do was fuck her.
Leo lifted her up by the waist, tossed her on the bed. She bounced once, then came up onto her knees.
“Like that bra?” he asked.
She nodded. Her breath came out in pants and color flooded her cheeks.
“Get it off before I rip it.”
Reaching behind her, Harper undid the clasp, let the scrap of lace and straps fall to the bed.
Better. So much fucking better. Her breasts were full and lush, upturned with hard nipples the same color as her full lips.
I didn’t wait a second longer. I couldn’t. I tugged at my clothes, toed off my shoes, pushed off my pants. My cock bobbed toward the one place it wanted to be. Deep inside her pussy.
“No plug this time, sugar,” Leo said. “I’m going to fuck that gorgeous ass.”
“The plug,” she groaned. “It’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen.”
I strode over to her, pulled her up against me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. Her breath fanned my neck. I stroked her hair back from her face as I reached around and gave her ass a swat.
She gasped.
“It’s sitting right beside a whole bunch of bullets. Don’t worry, we’ll get it.”
Leo went to his dresser, pulled out a small bottle of lube.
“Until then, you’ll just have to make do with two cocks.”
It was my turn to kiss her then. Fiercely, possessively.
When I pulled back, her eyes were hazy, her lips swollen even more.
“This…whatever the fuck this is, Harper Larson, is forever. Not one night. Not two. We’ve been through enough to know when it’s the real deal.”
“Yes,” she said, kissing me, taking over.
Her hands slid down my body to my cock and she gripped it, stroked up from the base.
“Jesus, woman. Who’s in control here?”
She grinned. “Me.”
“For now,” Leo added coming around the bed. He lifted his shirt over his head and Harper followed the action, all the while stroking me off.
“I need this. I need to feel alive. With you, I feel that way for the first time,” she admitted.
When Leo was naked, he moved to put one knee on the bed so she could take hold of his cock too.
She stroked us both and I was sure I was going to come in her hand.
“You’re right. This is more. I want more from you. From us.”