“I’m overdue,” she says.
I wrap my arm around her and we walk out. As we are coming down the hall, Daisy stumbles out of the other room. She stops short and looks at us. “Problem?” Harper asks.
Daisy laughs and adjusts her thong. She looks at me and grins. “Nothing that Z can’t help with,” she says.
“Daisy,” I warn. I’ve had enough of her shit. If she runs off Harper, Brooks will have my dick.
Harper steps away from me and stands in front of Daisy. “Sweetheart, he might have let his dick enter that STD trap of a pussy before, but it wasn’t you he was fucking. It might’ve been your body, but I assure you that it wasn’t your face he saw. Go find someone else, Zane is off the market.”
A grin hits my face when she says I’m off the market. I sometimes forget that Harper is more than capable of handling any situation. She’s not jealous, she’s not intimidated, she’s not scared. She stands up for herself and it’s hot.
“Sure sweetie, whatever you say,” Daisy replies. She laughs and walks away, her ass shaking.
“Ouch,” I grunt and bend at the waist.
“Really, Z? That’s the trash you’ve been fucking? Don’t think of sticking your dick in me without a condom on.” She starts walking away and mumbles, “Asshole.”
I stand straight and smile. Alright, maybe she does get jealous.
She beats me to the bar and Finn is pouring her a shot. “Make it two,” I say.
Harper looks up at me, I see the hurt in her beautiful eyes. I gently run my thumb over the small cuts and bruises left by her piece of shit father. “Sorry,” she whispers.
“You were right,” I admit. She lifts an eyebrow, curious. “All the women I’ve been with, I only saw you.”
Finn places our shots in front of us and we grab them, tossing them back. I slam my glass down, never taking my eyes off of Harper.
“I’m not easy to replace,” she says with a grin.
I laugh and pull her close to me. “Babe, you are irreplaceable.”
“How long have you guys been together?” Finn asks, watching the exchange.
“Did we invite you into this conversation, prospect?” Harper asks, putting her hands on her hips.
He looks at me and I laugh grabbing a beer. “You’re on your own.”
“Don’t patch him in. He’s a pussy, looking at you for advice,” she says.
At this point, Kace, Reid, and Porter have come over. We all laugh as Finn’s eyes widen.
“She knows this shit, man, you’re screwed,” Kace says, grabbing a beer.
Harper turns around with a smile on her face. She loves being back here, I can see it. That makes this that much easier and that much harder.
“What the fuck happened?” Porter asks, reaching for her face.
She backs up and takes the beer from my hands. “Nothing,” she says. “When are you guys gonna get some decent prospects? I make a better Shattered Soul than this asshole.”
She gets the laughs she was looking for. It’s something she’s good at, deflecting.
We spend the next few hours drinking, talking, and laughing. Everyone, including Brooks, has been welcoming. I asked them to treat her like my old lady and they are. I sit back, smoking, taking in the scene. Harper fits in like she truly belongs. She’s smacking away Reid’s grabbing hands, laughing at Porter’s stupid jokes, and her face drops as Kace tells her about being shot. If things were different, the world actually bent in my favor, this is how it would be. She’d be my old lady and I’d knock her up. I’d get her the house she wants and we’d both be dedicated to this club.
“Hey,” she says, touching my arm.
I snap out of my ridiculous thoughts and smile. “Hey.” I grab her, pulling her onto my lap. I’m drunk and so is she. It’s been a long fucking time since this last happened. “I fucking love having you here.” I kiss her neck and move to her awaiting lips.
“Fuck yeah,” Kace yells. We both laugh and look at him. “What? There’s tits bouncing all around us, but this is real action.”