Ryan: Good. Let me know when you get home?
Harper: Yes, sir.
My dick likes that reply, although that seems to be the case for pretty much everything Harper does or says. What a sucker.
Trying to ignore the ache, I unpack my bag so I can go to bed. Once I’m upstairs and done in the bathroom, I slip under the covers and unlock my phone. There’s still no new message from Harper, so I click on the photo of her again.
I didn’t expect this woman to turn my life upside down, but here we are.
Even if things aren’t ideal, I’m not even mad about it.
Because look at her.
She’s hot and sexy as hell. Smart and kind too. And fun. A total knockout and a goddess in bed.
My hand goes under the blanket and into my boxers, grabbing my cock in a firm grip. Unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I tip my head back and stroke my hard length for all it’s worth. With images of Harper playing behind my eyelids like a movie, I come all over myself.
The craving to actually be with Harper is only slightly satiated, but it’s the second-best thing there is in our situation. Once my breathing has calmed down, I clean myself up and get settled in bed.
I just lie there and try to focus on my breathing, knowing I won’t be able to fall asleep until I hear from Harper. My phone lights up a while later.
Harper: Back home and ready to pass out.
Ryan: I’m glad you made it, and thanks for letting me know. Get some good sleep.
Harper: You too. Sweet dreams.
Ryan: Sweet dreams, Harper.
It felt so peaceful to fall asleep with her, so right.
A weight settles in my chest at that memory.
What am I going to do with you, Harper?