All Chapters of The Ex's Daddy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HarperI am still reeling with emotions of our evening spent together in absolute bliss and the sex. It was HOT. HOT. HOT. I lost count after three orgasms. Levy used his fingers, his tongue, his thick cock and brought me to climax every time. I am exhausted but in the best way possible as we lay together.I’m curled into his chest, with his strong tattooed arm holding me tight. One leg rests against his bulky thigh, the other slung across him. We are the perfect fit. My heart feels light for the first time since one of my mother’s deadbeats showed up at my house. My therapist will be pleased when I tell her that the wall is slowly coming down.Levy murmurs something, I can’t make it out but I hear the name Jake. His body tenses, the grip around me tightens almost squeezing the living life out of me. Sweat beads on his head and I instantly feel his body burning up.“Jake, no, no,” he screams out loudly giving me the fright of my life. Is he having a nightmare? It sounds like it as his

HarperIt’s been a few days since I stayed over with Levy. I still feel kind of icky to stay over whilst Dylan is at home. Now, therefore Levy and I agreed we’d only spend the night together when Dylan stays over at Lacey’s. Which isn’t for another few nights.It’s a drab Monday; the sky is grey and the rain is coming down. It’s the heavy kind of drizzle that clings to your skin and dampness in the air. Usually, I love a bit of rain, everything looks greener and it’s a good excuse to curl up with a good book and a comfy blanket when I’ve finished a shift.College is dragging today; I just want it to be over and I have stomach cramps. Hopefully my period will start because now I think about it, I seem to have missed one. Let’s not all get excited right now; I am trying not to stress out about it. Too much anyway.“Hey, you are miles away,” Lacey says as she bumps shoulders with me in class. Her smile is wide but I can see some concern in her eyes. “Are you okay? How are the therapy ses

HarperShit, Levy looks pale as if the blood has drawn from his face. I take in a deep breath and try to stop the tears from falling. The lump in my throat hurts so bad. He rubs my hand with his thumb, “tell me,” he says with a hoarse voice.The waitress comes to our table. She’s Hispanic looking with gorgeous, long dark hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her eyes are charcoaled and remind me of cat’s eyes the way she has winged them in the corner. I’m useless at that kind of thing, I end up looking like a crackhead when I try to put liner on. Hence, I leave it off.“Can I get you guys anything?” she asks with a bright smile on her pretty face. Levy looks at me.“Give us a few more minutes please.” Levy replies nicely to her.“Sure, no problem. I’m Gisella, give me a shout when you guys are ready.” Off she goes with her hips swaying, no doubt for Levy’s benefit only he isn’t looking at her. His full attention is on me.“Am I going to be a daddy again, Harper?” My heart cracks wide open.

HarperIt’s recess and Dylan is going out for practice, honestly, he seems to be hard at it recently. There is a game coming up on the weekend my mother is due home. It’s a bit rubbish since I want to watch but I want to be there for my mother more. Dylan understands.This morning’s classes were grueling and some days I fantasize about giving it all up and being a stay at home mom with Levy as my guy. A girl can daydream. Him telling me that he would love a few babies has warmed my heart. It’s given me even more confidence in our future together. Sometimes I worry that he will think I am too young or immature and leave me for another woman who is more sophisticated and a few years older.Lacey comes over and takes a seat carrying a blue plastic tray with a coffee on it and what looks to be an egg sandwich. “Hey, how was the morning?” she asks as she sits down and places the tray on the table.“Boring, I am not enjoying it right now. I just want to have lots of Levy babies and be at ho

LevyFuck, I thought I left my past behind but obviously not as I pull into the car park of the old, beaten-up shack Finnegan’s that we used to haunt as young men. I’m waiting for my guys to turn up as I take my helmet off and set it on the tank. My band has come out of my ponytail – I snap another one off my wrist and pull my hair that is chin length, into a knot on top of my head.And fuck too, that I had to leave Harper behind like I did. It was a damn, asshole move. The worst, what a shit thing to do. Send her a message. Dammit, I spit on the ground missing my beaten up, black biker boots.From my black biker jacket pocket, I pull out my mobile and read the message for something like the thousandth time.You killed him. Now it's your turn. Who has this number? It’s only used for my biker bros, Dylan, Harper and Taylor. Everyone else uses my work number. Someone must be dealing from the inside. And who the hell is it messaging me? Naturally when I messaged back to tell them to go