Leaning down to whisper in her ear, I said, “So, if you’re not on birth control, then I suggest that you get on it and quickly, because I don’t fucking care if you’re not, Harper.” She moaned as I pinched her nipple through her bra. “I’m cumming in you all weekend long, baby. By the time that I’m done with you, you’re not going to remember what it feels like to not be full of me.”

  “Okay,” she finally surrendered. However, not the way that I had hoped. “With the lights off, Chance,” she added. “That’s a must.”

  Dropping my head against the wall on the side of her head, the anger was swift, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting it loose. Reaching back, I started ramming my fist into the drywall near her window, and I didn’t stop until blood splattered on the white crumbling mess.

  “Goddamn it!” I roared. I had no one to blame for this fucking mess, but that wasn’t helping right now.

  “Chance, what…”

  Stepping back, I looked down at a terrified Harper, and asked, “How in the fuck am I supposed to see your face if the lights are off, Harper?”

  Then the girl went for my balls, and I was impressed as fuck underneath all my rage. “Afraid that you’re going to forget who you’re in bed with if the lights are off?” she bit out between clenched teeth. “Do you need to see my face to know that it’s the fat girl?”

  On the verge of losing my mind, I stormed over to the light switch on the wall. However, before I flipped the switch, I looked over at her. “Fine,” I spat. “Lights off.” I could feel the need to conquer her rising up like a volcano. “But if you’re going to rob me of being able to watch your face as you cum for me, then you better believe that I get everything else, Harper.”

  “Chance-”

  I flipped the switch, effectively shutting her the fuck up, and as soon as I had my hands on her body again, I tossed her on the bed, thankful that there was a little bit of light coming through her curtains, and no way in hell was I blocking that shit.

  “Oh, God…” she whispered, and she should be scared.

  Chapter 14

  Harper~

  I was turned on, and it was wrong. I wasn’t attracted to violence or…at least, I didn’t use to think that I was. However, watching Chance ruin my wall because he couldn’t make things right had been…well, hot as hell if I were being completely honest.

  “Everything also comes off,” Chance demanded. “If I have to suffer through the dark, then I get you completely naked, Harper.”

  Before I could argue either way, I felt his hands grabbing for my skirt, pulling it down and over my hips. Knowing that I wasn’t going to back down now, I kicked off my sandals, and as soon as the sound of them hitting the floor hit Chance’s ears, there was no slowing him down.

  I let Chance manhandle me as he removed every stitch of clothing that I’d had on, his hands everywhere, his lips exploring random areas of my naked flesh. There was a sweet desperation to the way he couldn’t undress me fast enough, and a part of me wondered if that’s how it had been for Trevor and Carrie. It was wrong for him to cheat on Kylie, but was he simply addicted to Carrie now?

  Disrupting my thoughts were Chance’s hands on my thighs as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed. Before I could ask what he was about or get nervous, Chance had both my legs draped over his shoulders, my thighs spread open, and the boy was on his knees as he stuck his face in the most private part of me, his tongue reminding me of Wednesday.

  “Oh, God…” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the comforter beneath me.

  Holding on tightly for the ride, this wasn’t like what we’d done on Wednesday. This wasn’t simple and quick. Chance had a firm hold on my hips, and he was feasting on me. That was the only way that I could describe it. His lips, tongue, and even his teeth were devouring my most private secrets, and it felt good enough to make me forgive him almost anything.

  This was the first time that a guy was going down on me, and no wonder women got upset if their partner wasn’t a fan. The pleasure was numbing enough that I’d probably be upset if my future husband didn’t like to do this, too.

  “Chance…oh, God…” I whimpered as his tongue worked my clit. I’ve pleasured myself before, so I knew where this was going. Still, rubbing myself to completion felt nothing like what Chance was doing to me.

  Suddenly, I felt two fingers slide inside me easily, and it should have been mortifying with how wet I was, but I was past caring about anything other than Chance’s face between my thighs. Soon, I was on the edge, and Chance was experienced enough to push me over. With his fingers curling upright, his tongue manipulating my clit, and the low groans that he kept releasing against my tender flesh, I exploded in a hail of fireworks, my body arching as pleasure consumed every inch of me.

  With my body still twitching, I felt Chance slide a third finger in my ass, and white spots danced behind my eyes as his tongue went back to my clit, another orgasm being wrenched from my body. It felt like a devastating wreckage as my body was still trying to absorb the pleasure. My mind couldn’t make sense of it, but my body was basking in every tremor.

  I was still trying to put the pieces back together when I felt Chance grab my hips, then toss me up higher on the bed. Still unable to function, I was thrown deeper into the fire as I felt a naked Chance McCellan cover my body with his warmth. I had my thighs opened around him, and he was looking down at me as he braced his weight on his elbows.

  “Harper?”

  “Yeah?” My voice was barely a whisper, but he could still hear me.

  “I love you,” he said, and that woke me up.

  “Chance-”

  “I’ve always loved you,” he kept on, and I wasn’t prepared for the pain of his statement to hit me so forcefully. No boy had ever said that to me before, and I hated how I wanted to believe him so badly.

  “Chance-”

  Whatever I’d been about to say was cut off on a shrill that shook the walls. Chance had slammed his entire length deep inside me, and it hurt worse than when I had given my virginity away.

  “Mine,” he grunted as he pressed deep inside me, not moving. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me time to adjust or just torturing me for the hell of it. Still, whatever he was doing, it hurt.

  “Ch…Chance…” I choked out, my entire body tight.

  “This pussy is mine, Harper,” he continued. “This tight, wet, sweet, delicious cunt is mine, and I’m going to take it whenever the fuck I want, baby.”

  I could feel my body clench, and his violent, macho, aggressive tendencies should not be turning me on so much. “Chance, it hurts,” I whimpered.

  “Good,” he shot back. “I want it to hurt. I want you to feel it deep in your soul, Harper. I want you to feel sore for a week with what I’m going to do to you.” Chance finally pulled back, but then quickly pushed himself back in. “And when someone asks you why you’re walking so slowly, I want you to tell them it’s because your boyfriend fucked the life out of you this weekend.”

  My body clenched again, and that was all that Chance needed to get going. With no regard to the fact that I’ve only done this once, Chance was thrusting into me like his life depended on making me cum again. He was on me like my pleasure was his sole purpose for living. It felt painful, but glorious. Even when I opened my thighs wider to help with the pain, Chance only drove into me harder.

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Harper.” I wasn’t sure if I was tight, or if he was too big, but whatever the case, I felt full of him.

  I wasn’t sure how long we’d been going at it, but soon, I could feel that sensation building again. The pain was still there, but not as bad as it’d been in the beginning. However, that was probably because I was so wet that it was embarrassing. Around the grunts, moans, and Chance’s dirty words, you could hear how wet I was. You could hear the slickness of him entering my body each time.

  “I’m never going to get enough,” he swore above me. “I’m going to need you every day just to function, baby.”

  “Chance…oh, God…don’t stop…” I was almost there. I just needed a little push.

  “You need to cum, baby?” he taunted. “Do you need to cum on my cock?”

  “Yes,” I cried out as I suddenly saw Carrie Orman in a whole new light. “Please…”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he rasped as his hips began to hit me harder. “Cum on my cock, baby. Cum on my cock, so I can flood your pussy with my dick.” I pulled at the comforter tighter, and I could feel it coming on. “Be a good girl and cum for me, Harper.”

  That good girl command had me giving Chance my third orgasm of the night, and it felt ten times better than the earlier two. Ramming his dick deep inside of me, Chance didn’t let up and rode me through the explosion, leaving me delirious with everything that sex should be but often wasn’t.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed, and when I felt him expand inside of me, that’s when I knew that I wanted this piece of Chance McCellan, even if I still wasn’t sure about all the other pieces. “I’m cumming, baby,” he warned. “I’m cumming inside this tight pussy.”

  When my eyes snapped opened, it was to find Chance lying next to me, staring at me like some creeper. “What…what happened?”

  “You passed out,” he replied softly, one finger running lazily over my stomach.

  “I did?” A part of me knew that I should feel self-conscious by that bit of information, but my body was still winning right now, so we were only focused on the residual pleasure of what we’d just experienced.

  “Yeah, you did,” Chance replied as I felt his lips on my naked shoulder.

  “I-” I finally realized that I was no longer over the comforter, but underneath my sheets now. Chance had tucked us in, and I must have really been passed the hell out.

  Another kiss on my shoulder, Chance said, “I decided to let you recharge a bit because after you suck my dick and let me cum down that throat of yours, I’m taking your ass, Harper.” My stomach fluttered with the casualness of his dirty words. “It’s been years, and I’m not denying myself a motherfucking thing about you anymore.”

  My eyes were closed again, his lips and hands making me feel lethargic. “Chance, you’re too big,” I argued. “It won’t work.”

  “Oh, it’ll work,” he argued back. “If I have to fuck your pussy until it’s gushing like a goddamn waterfall, I will make it work.”

  I believed him. After all, he was the expert here, not me. Plus, I’d be lying if watching Carrie take Trevor that way hadn’t made me curious.

  “Chance?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I’m on birth control.” I wasn’t sure why I told him, but that was the first thing that sprung to my mind. I felt that it was important.

  “Don’t care,” he replied, and when he took one of my nipples into his mouth, I found that I wasn’t caring too much, either.

  Chapter 15

  Chance~

  Now I understood what all the fuss was about. I could no longer judge my dad on his lack of sense when it came to Mom, because I was beginning to understand just what it meant to really be in love with someone who controlled everything about you.

  Friday night had been spent fucking Harper into a coma, and Saturday had been spent at my house, doing the same. Though, we had saved the fucking for our evening activities since my parents had been home, and usually were most weekends. Harper had freaked out a little when I had sprung the introductions on her, but my mom was a doll, and she had done her most to make Harper feel comfortable and welcomed.

  Granted, when we’d gotten ready for bed, Harper had insisted on sleeping in the guest room, but I had quickly squashed that crazy talk by threatening to expose her reasoning to my parents. Though I hadn’t fucked her like I had at her place, I had done my best to make love to her twice before calling it a night. She’d been super sore, and it’d been for the best.

  On Sunday, we had gone back to her place, and she had finally cried uncle, using guilt to send me on my way, and that’s when I’d realized that I probably owed the men in my family an apology. I understood what if felt like to want to protect what was yours now, and their craziness didn’t seem so crazy anymore.

  So, after taking control of my love for Harper, I had left her Sunday night to get a good night’s sleep, then I had picked her up this morning, and had driven us both to school. While people had stared and whispered, I hadn’t been too concerned. Whatever they were saying, it wouldn’t be to my face, so it wasn’t an issue for me until it became an issue. Plus, as much as I hated to admit it, I liked that Cable felt protective over Harper and Olive, so I wasn’t too worried about her being out of my sight.

  At least, not yet.

  After dropping her off at fourth period, I was making my way back towards the math building when I ran into Payton Florence. I took a deep breath because there was only one reason why she’d be randomly hanging around in the hallways. Everyone was already in class, the second bell having rung a bit ago. I hadn’t been concerned with being late to class, and I also had every intention of letting my teachers know that I’d be walking Harper to every one of her classes that we didn’t have together, so they’d just have to deal with my tardiness.

  “Is it true?” she asked as I came upon her.

  “True or not, if it has anything to do with me, it’s none of your business, Payton,” I replied, trying to step around her.

  Blocking my path, I stopped and just stared down at the girl. I didn’t want to put my hands on her to move her out of the way, so I figured I’d just let her get whatever she had going on out of her system. Besides, I didn’t have to answer to her, and we both knew it. This was a favor, one that I was sure she could recognize.

  “Are you serious?” she asked, having the nerve to look hurt.

  Like most of the female population at Windsor, I had fucked Payton. While I hadn’t been a fan of going back for seconds, Payton had been one of the few girls that I’d had on rotation. She’d been a good lay and had kept her mouth shut most of the time. She had never bugged me for more, and she even fucked around with other guys. Unlike Carrie, Payton tried to keep a lot of her indiscretions under wraps, though her secrets weren’t all that much of a secret. Guys talked, and Payton’s been talked about plenty.

  “Yeah, I am,” I told her. “My life is none of your business, Payton. It never has been.”

  “We’ve been fucking for over a year, Chance,” she replied in a huff.

  “Yeah, so?” I scoffed. “Do you have any idea how many girls that I’ve fucked, Payton? More than once?” I knew that I was being cold-blooded about it, but I wanted no misunderstandings where Harper was concerned. “You’re not special. Do you honestly think that I was keeping my dick in my pants all those times that you were riding Tommy Salinger, Vince Lakers, or Trent Wallace?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what the fuck you think this was, but it was the same thing that it’s been with every other girl that I’ve ever bent over; it was nothing.”

  Payton was one of the sexier redheads at Windsor, and she had a pair of bright green eyes to go with that fiery red hair of hers. She was also slim in stature, and it worked for her. She didn’t need big tits or wide hips to pull off that hotness vibe. She was overtly feminine, and the fact that she liked rough sex had been a hot contrast to how she looked.

  Now, however, those bright green eyes of hers were rounded with the many ways that I had just offended her. “How can you say that?” she cried out. “I’ve given you everything that you’ve ever wanted, Chance.”

  “Payton, the only thing that I have ever wanted was Harper Crosby,” I told her. “The rest of you were nothing but casual distractions until the girl gave me a chance.”

  “You…you…you can’t be serious, Chance,” she sputtered. “The first time that you want a girlfriend, and you choose her?”

  Christ, people were stupid.

  “This isn’t about wanting a girlfriend, Payton. This is about wanting Harper,” I clarified. “If I had just wanted a girlfriend, I would have gotten one ages ago. This is about Harper finally giving me a chance to be with her, and I made sure that she understood that I’d be her boyfriend and nothing less.”

  I wasn’t stupid in the least. I knew that there were going to be quite a few people who were going to get ugly about me dating Harper, but it wasn’t anything that I hadn’t been prepared for. While I would never beat a woman, sometimes these females forgot that I had Delaney and Maggie for that shit. All the guys knew better, but because Delaney and Maggie went to Regal Academy, a lot of girls forgot that I had people to handle the dirty business of chicks stepping out of line. Whereas Delaney preferred to have a reason for beating someone up, Maggie just needed a ride to the girl’s house. Again, Maggie was a bloodthirsty little thing.

  Still, where I was already recruiting Maggie and D.J. for my dirty work, something told me that Harper and Olive could hold their own. Harper had no problem defending herself, and Olive Teagan was a feisty birdie. I could see her losing her shit on someone daring to talk about her best friend.

  “You don’t belong with someone like her, Chance,” Payton whined. “You can do so much better.”

  Now I was getting pissed off. “Watch your mouth about Harper, Payton,” I warned. “There is no one better than Harper Crosby. No one.”

  “Oh, my God!” she shrieked. “You cannot be serious, Chance!”

  “Oh, but I am,” I assured her.

  “How? Why?” she demanded. “Harper is fat, and wears glasses, and isn’t even pretty!”

  I had my hand wrapped around Payton’s throat, her body pushed up against the block wall separating the lockers from the emergency fire extinguisher section of the building. “Say one more thing about Harper again and I will fucking ruin you, Payton,” I snarled down at her. “I don’t care whether you agree with it or not, or that you thought this was something more than it was, but I am in love with that girl, and if you ever say another foul word about her again, I will end you.”

 

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