Harley Monday came round way too soon for my liking, I spent most of the weekend daydreaming about Levi and wishing I was living with him instead of being at home trying to take care of my mother and my sister, Taylor.The college classes start in thirty minutes, I’m out front with Dylan. “You done your assignment?” he asks me, his brows furrowed.“Yeah, got it done, I think I’ll get a good grade. You?”“Same, it wasn’t a walk in the park though. Hey, wait I’ll catch up with you later, I spot Lacey I want to go talk with her.” Do I think it’s weird that my ex has a thing for my bestie? No, not really of course not, I mean I have the hots for his dad and then some. I swear, however, if Dylan found out, he’d probably not stay friends with me.I spot Tillie and Mylee two of my other close friends coming towards me, today they’re sporting skinny jeans and matching sweaters, cute. They often dress alike, don’t ask me why but it’s their thing and their clothes sure are cute. Their folks ha
LeviSeeing Harper with kids the age of my own son just makes me feel like some freakin old pervert, yet I can’t help that I like her, I think I like her way too much. It’s not just that she’s simply stunning but she is smart too and so damn nice. Polite as well and it can’t be easy looking after her mama and her younger sister. She’s got it so rough that I honestly want to take her under my arm and protect that girl, offer her some help and sure I like her a lot. Like I said, it’s not natural to want to be with a girl who is eighteen years younger than you. Some would seriously frown on that.Hell, I know, I know there are plenty of folks out there who are in age-gap relationships but honestly, could I seriously actually date Harper? Fuck’s sake she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend and how do you suppose Dylan would react if he knew I had some massive crush or whatever the kids call it these days?Heat rises inside my loins just seeing her in those tight jeans of hers and that cute ass high a
HarperOh boy is Levi hot right now. His arm is hanging out of the truck, and I can see the veins literally popping in his forearms and those tatts and that dark ink that runs up to the bottom of his T-shirt sleeve is sure making me want to squeeze my thighs together. “Are you okay? You look, well like red, are you blushing or something?” Dylan asks me.“Huh? What?” I stammer, fuck am I giving myself away. And yes, I am hot and steamy not to mention I bet if he were to look, he’d see my nipples behaving like beaming headlights as they are straining against my lace bra and my thin, worn T-shirt.“You, dummy, you look like you’re hot and bothered.” He glances at me again; I shift on my feet and bite my lower lip as Levi pulls the truck to stop in front of where we are standing. I notice as his intense eyes scan me up and down, oh fuck, now I’m really blushing that kind of beetroot blushing. I am supposed to be playing it cool but trust me there is no way I can play cool around this man.
LevyListening to them all chat shit about their music, most of the groups I haven’t even heard of or the artists and their college work, hits me right in the fucking gut, it highlights just how much of an age gap there is between Harper and myself. Jeez, eighteen years, I feel like an old crumbly just looking at her and sneaking glances at her in my rearview. Oh, fuck now I’m turning into some pervert, and feverishly try recalling all the couples out there that are in age gap relationships. Why couldn’t this be forward in time when she’s at least thirty and I’m forty-eight it just sounds better. Doesn’t it?We arrive back at mine in around twenty-five minutes, I had to stop to get fuel - this truck of mine drinks it and even though I ought to consider getting a more environmentally friendly one, as Dylan keeps banging on and on about, I’d be sad to see this go. My father owned it and had it since he first learned to drive, so yeah, it has plenty of sentimental value.Dylan, Lacey and
HarperI can’t stop staring at Levy, even the way he eats pizza is a turn on, and don’t even get me started on him licking his lips and savouring every bite, damn he is a panty dropping guy that’s for sure.“You want us to come round later, too?” Dylan asks between mouthfuls of pizza. I shake my head, I kind of want Levy all to myself not that anything can happen. Look, I’m not that dumb okay, my ma will be around, and my sister should be back from practice in any case. But Dylan being around when I have fantasies about his daddy, it, well even I admit it feels wrong. Not guilty, I don’t feel that, but just awkward.I didn’t set my way on fancying Levy it just happened, I would notice him in his tight, black jeans the ones I love with tears in them and the way he wears a T-shirt makes me go weak at the knees and giddy. I bet Levy when he fucks a woman, he brings her to a firework, stars and bright white lights type of orgasm. Okay, now I have to clench my thighs together.Lacey looks s
LevyThis girl is going to be the death of me yet. The way her ass moves, the way I want to slide my arms around her small waist and pull her against my chest and to feel my erection growing in my pants. But I can’t, she has to be off limits to me, and I am doing everything I can do prevent myself from doing something totally stupid. Only, it isn’t easy I can tell you that much.Jeez, what would my friends think if they knew I had a boner and the hots for a girl eighteen years younger than me not to mention, Dylan’s ex-girlfriend? Oh, and his best friend. I shake my head as she opens the front door to her house across the street.I notice that the woodwork needs painting, the window frames could do with sanding, revarnishing or maybe a lick of paint too. I make mental notes about the exterior, it’s clear that her mother doesn’t have the kind of money needed to bring this house back to life again. It won’t take me much to repair what needs doing or do some painting. It could be fresh an
HarperAnd I meant it. I did like his hands on me at his house. as his large, calloused hands touched me. But now my mind is on my momma. She’s so poorly and it looks as if she might have OD’d. I mean, shit. This isn’t what my sister and I are supposed to be going through, we know that.More to the point, my m0mma shouldn’t be going through this either. Nothing was the same when my daddy took off and left us. He’s a good man, but he just couldn’t take it no more and my mother was always a drinker until daddy left.Then it got a whole lot worse, and she hit the bottle even more, and started using soft drugs then harder stuff. It scares me to see her looking so pale and so frail as they put her on a stretcher thing and load her into the back of the ambulance. Meanwhile, Levy stays by my side. Damn I want him to put his arm around my shoulders, but he doesn’t. I guess he thinks it’d be weird.Fuck’s sake, I am a woman not a kid. I’m twenty, almost twenty-one. Beside me my kid sister is h
LevyI hate the smell of hospitals; I’ve been in them way too many times for my liking. Mostly during my youth when I played football in high school. Man was I always at the hospital, I even had a busted jaw once. That hurt like hell and back.Later in my young adult life I was in hospital when I fractured my arm and another time when I busted up my shoulder coming off my bike, a drunk driver had collided with me, and I was in bad shape. Stuck in the damn place for a week. The driver was fined and put away for a short stint. He could have killed me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I always have my wits about me and don’t drive like a lunatic, it could have ended a lot worse for me.We’re sitting outside in the waiting room, it’s stale with cream walls some fancy paintings of flowers hang, mostly on canvas. They’re kind of neat if you’re into that sort of thing. It’s not for me, I mean I appreciate art but I’m not gung-ho about it. Let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t step inside an art gal
HarperI put the phone down and wonder how on earth I am going to explain this one to my mother and my sister. So far, they are in the bubble of momma being home like everything is peachy and the roses are blooming in the garden.My heart feels like it is having palpitations. More men around the house? This does not sound good and I am frightened to the core for Levy. Whatever he has gotten himself into, I am not sure I can deal with that. I have to think of my younger sister and my mother. Who right now, my mother that is – does not need any upset or stress in her life.And why all of a sudden am I some kind of target? What the holy shit is all that about? There isn’t anything I can do until Levy comes home and tells us what exactly is going on.I go downstairs and call my momma and Taylor to come sit with me in the lounge. After of course I have double checked that the front door and the back door are locked and the windows too. It gives me a sense of eeriness doing this and Levy ha
Levy“Fuck,” I say out loud as Lex looks me in the eye. “So, you’re telling me that Jake had a kid brother?”Lex nods. We’re sitting in his den. It’s actually the basement of his house and runs about four hundred square meters. He has also sots of monitors and screens hooked up. The man runs a private surveillance company on top of being a marine. How he fits it all in is beyond me but he does. Of course, he has a whole team. No, a whole village of people that support him and his brothers.“And you’re telling me that the kid was around five or six when Jake died?”“That’s correct. Man, are you going to fucking sit down? You’re making me anxious with all that pacing. Besides, I just had this floor laid and you’re gonna wear it out.” His voice is good natured but I can tell that my stressing is stressing him out.I run my fingers through my hair, at this rate I am going to bald. “And stop doing that with your hair. You need to chill out, none of this was your fault, Levy.”The hell it w
HarperFear engulfs my body. Who is that man? Momma is talking telling us how happy she is to be free and I am happy for her. I am happy for all of us but now with this man showing me the slit your throat gesture - has shivers running up and down my spine.Taylor hasn’t noticed, she is too engrossed telling momma all about her classes and what she has planned for her birthday and her new boyfriend. Which does make my ears prick up. I didn’t even know my little sister had a boyfriend. I need to pay more attention. Let’s face it all those hormones will be on the rampage and she needs to have the sex talk very soon.“I can’t wait to see what you girls have done with the house,” momma says as I turn to her and force a smile on my face. As soon as we are home, I need to get hold of Levy and let him know what just happened. Maybe this is connected to why he left and went out of town.Am I in danger? Alarm bells start cursing through me as momma chats about her program. “I need to attend a s
HarperI can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center.“It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.Taylor wraps her arms fiercely around my mother as if she is scared to let go, like a baby monkey holding on to its mother for dear life. The scene unfolds in front of my amazed eyes making my heart stutter. Is that a thing? A stuttering heart? It is now. Usually, I would have assumed only in a romance novel or for lovers, but honestly it has stuttered.“Harper?” Momma says tilting her head to the side. Her smile is wide and infectious making me smile back. God, please don’t want to slay me but seeing my momma so elegant, so put together and so downri
HarperHe left me breathless, like shaking legs, stars in my eyes and my heart jumping and flipping all over the place. Sex with Levy is out of this world! I am still recovering as I walk back across the street to my house where my sister will be waiting for us to go for my mother.We still have half an hour before we need to leave. Levy said he would come with us and cancel all his plans. Sweet of him but you know, this is something that I have to do with my sister on our own. I’m an adult, a big girl now and all my life it seems, I have done big girl shit. Today is no different.Of course, it would be good to have my man by my side to support me and place his arm around me. Only who would Taylor have? Exactly. I need to be there for her like I always was when it was just her and I against the world.Besides, I know that Levy has some pretty important shit to sort out himself. We still need to talk about that, not today, however. It can wait. I trust Levy implicitly and when he is re
Harper“Where are you going?” Taylor asks as she spoons cereal into her mouth.“Over to see Levy. Are you good?”She looks adorable with her bed-hair and rosy cheeks. The best is watching her eat with an appetite. For a hot minute or two, I thought she was going to have some serious issues with eating. Thankfully, whatever she was going through has passed and her appetite is restored.“At this time? You know we have to go for momma in,” she glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “An hour, Harper.”“I know but I feel like a shit about last night and I, you know,” I shrug my shoulder. “Kinda want to go over and see him.”“You better not be late back.” My oh my, she sounds like one of my old school mistresses back in the day.“No, ma’am. I won’t be late.”“Cut that shit out!” she says making me grin.I go over to her at the island and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Sis.” She shrugs me off but I give her another kiss in any case.With a light step and fluttering in my stomac
LevyI have been awake most of the night thinking about this whole damn shitshow of a situation. Harper is absolutely right. I need to tell her. After all, if I want a relationship with her that is long-term based on trust, openness and honesty, then Harper deserves to know everything about me and what happened back then.Hell, I’ve carried the guilt and burden of this on me for eighteen years and I need to tell Dylan. My insides churn and I am not a man who suffers easily with a churning stomach. But all of a sudden, I feel like I have way too much to lose.Throwing the rest of the dregs of the black coffee down the sink, I swill out the mug and leave it on the side for later. I’ve got an early start to go meet up with the guys but first I need to drop in and see Harper before she goes off with Taylor to pick up her mother.Dammit, I missed her warm body in bed with me last night. I love the way she snores lightly; it’s like she blows bubbles in her sleep. When she is with me at nigh
HarperI let the tears fall as soon as he left the house. And I am beating myself up for pushing him so hard. It’s not like I don’t trust Levy, of course I do. But whatever is worrying him - which it is, because I could see the angst written all over his face – he needs to tell me.It upsets me that he is treating me like a child, although I know he regards me as an equal and an adult it just doesn’t feel like it right now. God, all these conflicting emotions are too much to handle.A gentle knock to my door, I lift my head and wipe my tears away. “Can I come in, Sis?” Taylor asks from the other side. I’m sitting cross legged on the bed clutching one of my favorite Teddy bears from when I was a kid. Back when things were normal and I had a non-alcoholic and junkie mother. Oh, and a father.“Yes,” I mumble. The door opens and Taylor comes in.“Are you okay? I couldn’t help but over hear most of it.”“I’m fine, it’s not like we’ve broken up or anything. I just need some space. He’s trea
Levy There is no way I can say anything to her right now. All I am going to do is give my woman something else to fucking worry about. Her plate is full right now with her mother coming home tomorrow morning. It is my job to protect her and keep her from harm. Only now with the latest hate message, it is going to be difficult.Some cunt has got it in for me and I am going to find out who the fuck it is. Lex is still on it with his guy. Roger said he would sniff around our old stomping ground and see if anyone is willing to talk. Some fucker will know who is behind this.Harper sits beside me looking at me like she is delving right into my soul. It kind of makes me want to pull back. I cannot have her reading my mind. “Listen sweetheart,” I begin only to be given an arched eyebrow.“Do not call me sweetheart in that tone.”Huh, I always call her sweetheart. Shit, I’m all out of practice in handling mad as hell women and right now I can see dragon fire coming out of her ears. It’s damn