Chapter 44: Harper

A/N: Suprise! Mature content. 🏃‍♀️🤪🏃‍♀️


I might possibly have a bratty streak.

But, in my defense, the idea of any kind of do-over beyond Jake's dick doing me over and over is an absolute mindfuck.

My emotional detachment aside, I wasn't stupid. I knew with tonight's dinner, flowers, and his attempted serious conversation that the 'do-over' Jake hinted wasn't the damn food or multiple rounds of guaranteed sex under our arrangement. No, he tossed out the possibility that 'we' deserved a second consideration.

No part of me wanted to be opened up to an emotionally vulnerable kind of pain. The days where I'd released control of my emotions and allowed them to be affected by another person were long gone.

And if he asks why then I'm shoving a fucking mirror in his face.

While whiny wasn't my best approach, every cell in my body grew more and more irritated at how Jake skirted around every question I asked him. And fuck, he pushed every damn button in me with the talking, sharing, opening up. At one point, my skin literally itched like I'd gotten a rash.

Nothing has changed, so why? Why can't he just be the selfish asshole who fucks and chucks?

Ironically, that thought ran through my head at the exact moment Jake had tossed me onto his bed.

"I'm just getting started," his repeated words cut through my distracted thoughts.

I wasn't in any position for negotiation, since his giantass frame smothered mine down into his puffy comforter. A wall of rock-hard muscles radiated heat onto my upper back and his interest resurged and swelled up between my ass cheeks.

In one movement, a large hand slid under my belly and, with one quick lift, my lower back arched and ass hinged up in the air. Jake's hands parted my knees wider in another quick, impatient movement. Once open and exposed, two of his fingertips stroked right over my center slit. I groaned quietly when he circled my entrance with a few passes but never dipped inside.

The teasing strokes fed the warmth leftover from Jake's earlier quick release, during which I'd felt good and stretched in all the right places but hadn't orgasmed. As if he doled out my own punishment, my entire body jolted when a snapped sting burst on the most sensitive part of my folds. My stomach clenched tight, painfully tight, and tension coiled between my shoulders. They rose up towards my ears until my neck also felt pinched.

"Ahh!" I gasped loudly when Jake flicked my clit with his middle finger's nail again. The quick-flashed sting dissolved into heated throbs of pressure that long outlasted the initial bite.

A loud moan rushed out my lips when the third flick strung threads of ache deeper inside me. Jake's other hand palmed the bed flat outside my left shoulder as he leaned over until his chest's wall of heat hovered an inch over my upper back.

His low voice hit my ear right when his finger flicked me again. "Your punishment methods are shit, Harper." Like a switch, my body twitched again but this time my lips rolled inward and I bit back another shameless moan. "Because I fucking enjoy them too much."

By the time Jake palmed the area again, my mound felt like a heating pad with its own faint heartbeat. An internal pressure mounted deep inside my pelvis when his torturously slow, teasing finger strokes resumed. Like I'd lost my last ounce of stubbornness, I squeezed my thighs around his wrist and dropped my head down.

"You like that," Jake's voice was past cocky and full on arrogant.

Hot waves from his breath fanned over the base of my neck and I shivered from how he skimmed his nose down. Warm, soft lips pressed into the center of my shoulder blades, a faint, gentle caress that was a sharp contrast to the smack he landed with his palm into my front folds.

"Oh fuck!" I yelped at the shock that radiated across my entire mound. A rush of heated pressure chased the snapped sting like my insides burned. I buried a low cry into the skin of my forearm when my abdomen slightly cramped from the now unbearable internal pressure.

Jake's voice lost the arrogant edge and deepened with a strained rasp. Each word felt like another jab into my sensitive nerves, "You definitely like that."

The prick of goosebumps followed the warm, soft trail his lips drew down the curve of my spine. My skin warmed and the muscles in my back relaxed under his touch, but the diversion was short-lived by a second smack that cracked over my now slicked folds. The third light spank internally triggered a trickling sensation, as more arousal pooled inside me like I'd sprung a fucking leak.

I groaned as Jake's finger stroked and circled, but never entered me a third time. "Fuck, stop teasing!" I cursed into my forearm. When the rough pads of his fingers found the bundle of nerves at the top, my insides swelled with ache so much I was surprised they hadn't burst by now.

"No," was his asinine response as his index finger dipped up and down in shallow external strokes, then circled around my entrance again like a fucking tease. "Not until you tell me why you think I'll hurt you."

How is that not completely obvious?

Fuck, does he need it stamped on his fucking forehead?

Both of us knew the answer and a secondary source of heat, this one fueled by anger, flared inside me. All argumentative thoughts dissolved in my brain when a heated pressure squeezed over my core area.

Jake's palm clamped down over the fucking furnace of heat my body pumped out. And, now with an infinite amount of patience, he cupped my core area again and just... waited.

Fuck these games.

"P-put your finger back, all the way in, and I'll tell you," I lied.

His finger returned to its position in between my folds and I rolled my lips inward because I was beyond over his games.

My patience evaporated and not enough glasses of wine downed, I ground my elbows and shoved my hips backwards until his finger slipped inside. I'd braced my arm and stomach muscles in anticipation that he spanked me again or withdrew his fingers. Instead, Jake just slowly threaded his fingertip along my painfully swollen inner wall like he had all the fucking time in the world.

Fucker's edging me.

He baited me, and I completely fell for it.

With Jake's long, even strokes, my body trembled and shook. Perspiration broke out on my forehead, which I wiped off on my arm. A hint of salt hit the tip of my tongue when I bit down against the fucking inferno of agony built up between my legs.

Two finger flicks aside, almost two weeks' of backup worked against me. The words, "Because you're an asshole," rushed out of me right past my filter. I chased it with probably another lie, "And I hate talking to you."

As if Jake sensed my thoughts, his chest bumped into my upper back as he chuckled. "You're lying again." His finger threaded inside to the hilt, then swiped in a windshield wiper movement across my front. A tremble ran down my spine when the base of his palm pressed flush up against the bottom of my folds.

I had no answer other than a quiet grunt as I squeezed my internal muscles in false hope that I relieved myself. The guy had obviously lost his damn mind when he barked out a laugh. "Let's talk about all those fucking pictures of me in your dorm room then."

Oh fuck. Not now.

"Not yours, I know." From where my chin rested on my forearm, all I saw was Jake's white comforter but felt the eyeroll in his words. "But you see them. Do you get yourself off while seven versions of me watch?"

"Fuck you, Jake." I groaned as he threaded in a second finger, and my eyes squeezed tightly shut at the fuller sensation it created.

"How many times since I saw you?" he growled out, the vibrations on my shoulder blades like he strummed a musical instrument. That's what my body felt like at the moment, an instrument that he plucked and hummed at his leisure. The amount of fluid that trickled out of me as a result would've mortified me if my desperation for relief hadn't taken over.

"Two." At the coiling sensation that finally cramped my pelvis, I almost came from the mental relief of an end in sight from more than this delayed orgasm.

After a shudder wracked down my spine, Jake's fingers stopped. "Fuck Harper, why didn't you text me?"

My eyes clenched so tightly shut that tiny white stars burst through the blackness.

Fuck, he wants to talk about this now?

"I was m-mad at you," I gritted out more to Jake's bed than him.

Heated pressure pushed on my lower back, where Jake grounded his other hand and pushed himself upright. Two tight hands clenched around my hips and tugged me upwards until I knelt on all fours. Absent from the warmth his comforter offered, my nipples tingled from the cooler air. The bed dipped as Jake knelt behind me, the evidence of my desperation probably on full display with the slight trickling sensation down my right inner thigh.

In a voice edged with tension, Jake's fingers tightened into my hips. "Why?"

Words escaped me but my head still worked. I shook it so violently back and forth that my hair tumbled over my shoulders and stuck to the sides of my neck. One of Jake's hands left where it anchored my right hip and threaded up my thigh. His index and middle fingers teased through the wetness there and gathered more from in between my sensitive folds. Right when a protest rose to the tip of my tongue, he reached down and threaded his cock into place.

Nudge after nudge, Jake edged me closer as his tip brushed over my outsides. With gentle taps of his hot, hard skin, he bumped into my clit like it knocked on a door. The faint contact lifted me higher to the peak that I now panted towards but cursed at how out of reach it was.

"Because you're an asshole," I repeated my earlier answer. My teeth clenched down hard when he pulled back and removed himself from where he rubbed over my folds.

"And you're lying," was his grunted out response.

With a huff, I lifted my chin and spat over my shoulder, "It's all you're going to get." With the heat that burned inside me, built up from his verbal and physical taunts, I narrowed my eyes.

Right when I palmed the bed with the intention that whatever this was, it was over, Jake reached down and pressed himself inside with a quick, hard thrust.

"Jake!" My feral-like screech from the intrusion, which surprised me because I hadn't even noticed he'd put on a condom, but my protest was quickly swallowed up by a moan. My insides stretched with instant relief from fullness as he pushed down to the hilt, then paused.

The heat from his pelvis and hands clasped around my hips matched mine. My insides throbbed and choked down without a single stroke. Hot tears beaded up in my eyes and I whispered, "I hate you."

"The truth, firecracker." By the tightly clenched grip from his hands, I knew Jake clung onto his own restraint. But he waited, patiently, his cock hard and fully submerged inside me, until I reacted how he wanted.

I'd never hated my body more than I did the moment it squirmed out of my control. It moved like it had taken a life of its own. A tiny shift rubbed my hips backwards, my clit brushed against his balls, and I squeezed my inner walls down in a kegal that choked his base.

"Harper." Jake's fingers pinched my hips so hard that tears blurred my view of his room, his desk, and fuck, the picture of him, me, and Ellie together. "Tell me the fucking truth!"

My head dropped lower than my shoulders and the words "Because you did it before," rushed out of me in a defeated whisper. "And I - ahh!"

I rasped out as Jake pulled back and bucked into me so hard that my wrists faltered and I pitched forward onto my forearms. As he finally threaded his cock in and out, he started painfully slowly. With steady thrusts, his dick massaged my inner walls. Under the pleasure that throbbed from the smacks of his pelvis on my clit, I squeezed down on him.

"Fuck, why was that so hard to admit?" Jake's deep voice rained further curse words down over me. They hummed into background noise behind the throbs of my own heartbeat in my ears.

Each time Jake tugged me back and bucked his hips forwards, his pelvis slapped into my ass and balls rubbed over my upper folds. If the soft cracks of skin contact and slicked sounds weren't enough evidence of how close I was, then my loud, shameless moans held back nothing.

I groaned louder and louder as the frustration in my pelvis rolled and swelled until I screamed out, "Harder!"

My fingers clenched into fisted prayers until my knuckles turned white. Heat burned me from the inside out. Sweat tickled down my temples and in the bent crook at the back of my knees. Damp heat also collected under Jake's palms, where he yanked so hard that his fingers pinched the skin on my hips.

Ragged and harsh breaths passed through my lips as my orgasm built rapidly. My whole body shifted forwards as he slammed relentlessly into me, my breasts jiggled ridiculously to the point where my nipples felt tugged, and bursts of pleasured pain at the contact point edged me closer. Even with near unbearable levels of pain, I cried out loudly because the pleasure was so, so close to its breaking point.

With one more cramp that squeezed out an embarrassingly loud scream from my lips, Jake's cock felt fuller inside me. The dam of frustration finally burst, the waves of heated ache crested, and relief surged through me. Trembles wracked my shoulders, spine, and thighs as I gasped out. Two lone tears trickled down my cheeks, fell, and dotted my right forearm with a soft plop.

As a euphoric letdown flowed through me, Jake finished with a grunt and a few sloppy thrusts, then collapsed onto the bed next to me. I rolled away but not fast enough from a muscular, sweaty arm that roped around my stomach. With one yank, Jake pulled my back into his hard, equally sweaty chest as hot, short pants fanned over the back of my neck.

"Let me go," I growled, rolled towards him, and palmed my hands into his closest pectoral muscle. My right hand slipped over the sweaty surface and landed flat where his heart pounded wildly within his chest.

In the first good look at him, Jake's face was flushed red, sweat lined his forehead, and he rested his other arm overhead. My hand lifted and fell with his ragged breaths, pushed out through his parted lips.

I wasn't in much better shape. My matted hair clung everywhere - the sides of my face, my neck, shoulders, upper back, and even Jake's chest and bottom shoulder. The muscles in my legs quivered weakly, like I'd actually exercised them, and my release coated the insides of my thighs as much as the outside of Jake's condom and lower onto his pink skin.

Before I shoved myself free, his head pitched in my direction, where his lips pressed lazily into the center of my forehead. Intermixed with his breaths, softer now, he rasped out, "I'm sorry."

Being the ass I was, I grumbled back, "For?"

"I shouldn't push you like that," he mumbled quietly and tightened his arm's grip around my waist. "Give me a moment."

At that moment, my muscles and joints exhausted with fatigue, I gave up. My shoulder collapsed under his closest armpit and I rested my head so my chin sat right above his chest muscle. The salty smells of sweat and sex overpowered his deodorant but I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly.


"Harper." In more time than I realized had passed, Jake's arm nudged me gently.

A blurry view of my hand, where it rested flat a few inches from my face, greeted my cracked open eyes. Warmth and softness covered my backside but my front was pressed against a hard wall of heat that I recognized as Jake's side. Within a few blinks, I shot upright and palmed my forehead.

Lips pressed into my shoulder, my bare shoulder. "Morning."

"Morning!?" I croaked out and snapped my head in his direction. At the rumbled laughs that hit my ears, I shifted my eyes towards Jake's bedroom window. My shoulders relaxed when I saw the darkness outside.

"Relax, it's only been twenty minutes," he assured me as we both sat up. My eyes blinked until I saw we were in exactly the same position. We were also both still naked, although Jake had discarded the condom.

"I should go," I mumbled and slipped my legs out from under his warm, fluffy blankets. My lady bits clenched like they'd been punched, but I ignored the soreness and flattened my feet onto the carpet.

My eyes shot sideways when Jake made no attempted movements, so I turned my head. He sat, half-reclined with his arms overhead and elbows wide, but his flexed muscles weren't what drew my attention. That was stolen by the heavy, somber look in his eyes, which weren't even focused in my direction.

A quiet huff passed through my lips, my eyes rolled up to the ceiling, and I extended one of my hands towards his sorry ass. His eyes dragged towards my upward lifted palm and warmed at the sight. The corners of his mouth twitched when his giant ape palm covered mine and intertwined our fingers.

"I'm not pulling your heavy ass out of bed," I grumbled with a slight tug on his arm.

If I'd thought Jake's cocky grin of satisfaction annoyed me, it was nothing compared to my reaction when he shot me a genuine smile. His white teeth flashed, a sparkle washed out the dimness in his eyes, and flipped my heart inside my chest.

Thankfully, we stayed relatively quiet during the motions where Jake wrapped one of his towels around me, trailed behind me to the bathroom, and we showered together. Since I'd expected a quick wash off, I wrapped my hair up into a tight bun. Jake surprised me when his hands grabbed the soap, lathered up a foamy pile, then spread it over my chest.

My eyebrows arched high when his hands circled around my breasts, between my breasts, below my navel, around my breasts, up my thighs, around my breasts, and between my legs.

"Really?" I frowned up at him the fourth time he 'washed' my breasts. He only offered a sly grin, then stepped aside so the water finished what he'd started.

When we were both rinsed off, Jake reached around me like he turned off the shower. Instead, he grabbed my chin, angled my lips up, and closed the gap between us. His lips, damp and warm, kissed me softly, sweetly. I wasn't who was more surprised - him or me - when I relaxed into him.

With a hand reached back, I turned off the shower. We dried off in silence and found ourselves back in Jake's room. Right after I hopped back into my leggings, Jake threaded a soft T-shirt, red in color to the shredded one still on his floor, over my head. It swallowed me up but comfortably fell down to my hips.

With a step back, Jake's dark eyes heated as they dragged down the shirt. He pressed his mouth tightly shut like he held himself back. I only shook my head, then slipped my sweater back on overhead.

"I'll take you home," he murmured quietly, one hand on the now open door. I nodded, yanked on my socks, stepped into my boots, and tucked my head under his arm.

My lady bits complained for the first few steps but pride bit back my body's preference that I waddled bowlegged down the hallway. Halfway there, the door on the right creaked open and two brown eyes peered out at us.

"Jake?" The guy's tentative voice spoke out as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and looked down at me. "Sorry, didn't know you had... company."

"Don't act like you didn't hear me." The acidic hesitancy I picked up in his voice, plus the almost bored look cast over his eyes, irked me a lot. Despite that, I forced a tight smile. "Harper."

"I know," he mumbled but extended a hand that I shook roughly. "London Drake."

"I know," I shot back. "Good luck Saturday in Utah."

Jake's warm hand on my lower back pulled back my bite. "Everything alright, Drake?"

"Yeah," he responded in a voice none of me believed, but the guy's business was his own. I stepped to the stairs, descended, and stopped at the bottom step because I'd just walked into an entire house-sized audience.

Guys of every configuration of 'large' body types hung around in the living room. Tall guys with leaner muscles intermixed with ridiculously tall and broad-framed guys with belly guts and guys with rock hard muscles cut with definition even when they didn't flex. Ten guys in total huddled around the wall-hung television. With bodies too large for normal furniture, they sat grouped on sofas that had been moved into a U-shape around a military shooting game on the screen.

My cue to leave.

My foot hovered over the last step when a loud crash of footsteps followed me. At the softest step I took, all of their heads flipped in my direction. After a slight freeze, I did what I did best and flipped up a middle finger.

One of the guys, Blondie from the party, leapt up from his sofa like his ass was on fire. Two long steps of his legs later, he reached out and clasped his hand around mine. "Evan."

His blue eyes twinkled at me as I grumbled, "Not interested."

"Harper," he filled in right at the moment Jake's heavy, ape-arm slipped across my shoulders. Evan's sparkly blue eyes, that I had no doubt he used to his panty-dropping advantage, focused on me. "You played me at the party."

His non-compliment earned him a raised eyebrow from me and Jake's soft snort in my ear. "Sucks when someone plays your game better, huh McGrath?"

Before I answered for myself, another male voice chirped up.

"I like her."

My eyes shifted and took in a guy with brown eyes focused on me. His brown hair poked out in uneven strands from under his black hoodie. With no ounce of shame, his eyes flicked down my appearance, lifted them over to where Jake's hand rested on my upper left arm, then curved his mouth upwards into a smirk.

"Chase," he offered in a casual tone.

"Chase what," I deadpanned with a smirk of my own.

"Nothing," was his blunt response but his smirk slightly faded.

"Let me guess." My eyes rolled. "They just trip and land on your dick."

"Funny," he shot back in a flat, bored voice.

"Ignore him, I do," Jake spoke up. "Next to football, Griff's biggest love is actually his stomach."

So at least one of them doesn't think with his dick first.

I wasn't entirely sure but assumed Jake's hermit hallmate also fell under that category.

"I can see where you pack it away," I returned his eye fuck treatment. Even under a baggy hoodie, I saw that the guy was rail thin, with lean muscles. He was tall though and stood just an inch shorter than Jake's 6 ft 4 height. His legs were long and I'd already seen how they tore up the field.

A quietly sullen, dark-skinned guy stood on the step behind us and slapped one hand on Jake's shoulder.

"Harper, this is Jackson," Jake introduced us with his head swiveled backwards. "He's -"

"Your running back who threw half your passes against Notre Dame." I closed my closest eye in a wink as his large hand swallowed up mine. He tipped his head back and laughed loudly but Jake continued with introductions before Jackson responded further.

"Hilarious. And this guy -" Jake slapped his free hand into the chest of a guy best described as more prison inmate kink than football player. With the exception of his face but not his shaved head, intricate blank inked tattoos covered more of him than his bare, pale skin. What little of his neck wasn't swallowed up by his shoulders was easily the girth of my thigh.

"- is my center, Grant," Jake finished.

Gigantor's lips parted and his square jaw bobbed but the softest voice came out, "Adonis."

Whelp, there goes that nickname for Logan.

"Keep blocking his ass." I reached back and grabbed a sizable handful of Jake's right butt cheek. "He's not the fastest guy to get moving with this dump truck... And don't get me started on how his pea-sized brain processes thoughts."

"So..." Griff's eyes narrowed as his hands stuffed into his pockets. While his gaze stayed on me, he spoke more to Jake, "She's the one?"

"Wait up, her!?" Evan's eyes stretched wide before his jaw dropped and loud, obnoxiously loud, laughs roared out of him.

"The one what?" I leaned back and glared up at Jake because that distinction was definitely not in the rules.

I would've remembered that fine print.

"Don't listen to half the shit Griff spews," Jake snapped in a low-toned warning over my shoulder at his housemate. "I don't."

Griff only flashed a very not-at-all-innocent smile. "The one from the video -"

Oh fuck. Guess if Jake saw my tomatoscapades, then they all did.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I leaned over slightly, tipped my head back, and side-eyed my tomato target. "Temporary moment of rage inspired by your face. It does that sometimes to me."

Jake's eyes just closed momentarily, like he steadied himself or maybe gathered his peanut-brain-sized thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye, Griff only frowned and shook his head. "No, the video where Jake's drunk ass was -"

"Nope. Nope. Nope." Tightened arm muscles choked the back of my neck and Jake's fingers dug into my upper arm. His eyes flipped open and even though his glare wasn't directed at me, I still felt its heat.

Griff struck a nerve.

I like him.

A stampede of more testosterone converged into the foyer area as the rest of Jake's housemates moved towards us. The only exception was a guy with black hair and bronzed skin who lingered on a sofa and just offered a raised hand.

Whoever he is, that one's whipped.

In a flurry of rushed conversations thrown at us, I shook hands, hurled dick insults mostly at Jake. I pretended how they called me 'his ghost' was hilarious, frowned at a few more vague references to 'Jake's drunk video girl,' and confessed that the earlier screams upstairs were, in fact, mine. Name after name was introduced, most of which I vaguely knew from the Coliseum scoreboard, but most went in one ear and out the other.

After apparently one insult too many, Jake shuffled us outside and slammed the front door behind him. My lips rolled inward when a few of their faces showed up in the windows, where they grinned and waved.

One of Jake's hands scrubbed the back of his neck when he opened his car's passenger door for me. "Sorry, they've been wanting to meet you."

"That's... a lot of dicks all at once." I exhaled sharply out my nose once Jake slammed his door behind him and sat behind the wheel. "But it's fine."

"They're good guys," he mumbled absently and dropped his gaze down from mine. Like a fucking open invitation, my lips parted slightly open.

Before I responded, he leaned over, cupped both hands behind my neck, and tugged my lips to his. In one prod, his tongue parted the seam, then stroked hard against mine. Between his tight grip on my neck and his mouth's hard presses and nips, the demanding kiss left me light-headed by the time we separated. I barely heard his next words by how loudly my heart pounded in my ears.

A haunted look hung in his eyes when he pulled back but he only offered, "I'll take you home."

I just nodded silently because we'd already had more than enough talking for one night.

Fuck, not night. Month. Year even.

The hell is wrong with him?

On that thought, I just sighed as the view of the now familiar drive back blurred out my window. While the silence that enveloped the car wasn't awkward, I couldn't help but feel like something had shifted between us.

And I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

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