Chapter 38: Love me
Justin’s POV
I don’t know if I have ever felt so light in my life. I feel seen, chosen, and accepted by someone I choose just as much.
Sitting Haper on top of my kitchen island, I stand between her legs and kiss her hard, my mouth endlessly exploring hers. To my defense, she was equally as eager as I was, her beautiful legs wrapped around me, heels pushing into my ass, needing me closer.
Moving from her lips, I skim mine across her jaw and down her neck, pulling a soft moan from Haper’s throat.
"Justin, wait," she whispers, but at the same time wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her.
"No more waiting. "
I continue my assault down her neck and across her chest, pulling down the strap of her gown to revel more of her neck
"Justin," she soothes, cupping my cheeks and pulling my face to look at hers.
I can’t hold back the small smile creeping across my lips. For the first time in a long time, I feel perfectly safe and protected, spilling every little detail of my life, allowing her to see every part of my shitty family dynamic. I was grateful I took that hasty step in the locker room, claiming the girl that I had always admired throughout college.
"You, my girl, look so beautiful," I said, looking into her eyes.
Haper drapes her arms over my shoulders, a single brow lifting.
"Your girl, huh?"
I hide away in her neck.
"You’re so lucky."
Haper’s body shakes in a laugh.
"You’re the lucky one."
Wearing far too big of a proud smile, I pull away from the crook of her neck. She never talks about herself this way, but confidence sure sounds good coming from her.
"Hell yeah, I am."
Leaning into her, I find her mouth once more, tasting, sweeping, my tongue exploring.
A large part of me can’t believe I get to do this. That she’s willing to give me a chance regardless of my shitty reputation, but I’m not trying to question it. I just want to appreciate her and the moment.
Cupping her face with one hand, my other palm anchors on the kitchen island as I urge Haper back to lie down. I climb right on top of her, my trousers doing absolutely nothing to hide how eagerly ready I am to change the fact that I haven’t had sex in over nine months.I just want to burry myself in her.
My phone interrupts me by dinging with a text, but I ignore it. Instead, I continue to feverishly make out with the pretty girl on my counter until it dings once again.
Growling in frustration, I lift my body from Haper’s and lean over her, grabbing my phone.
Mason: Close your fucking curtains.
Mason: Don’t ignore me, asshole. Close your fucking curtains.
Laughing, I kiss Haper’s lips once more before peeling myself off her.
Standing in front of my window, I spot Mason across the street in his living room, still in his training gear, with his hands on either side of his blackout drapes. He shakes his head at me in disapproval before violently shutting the curtains. But before he goes, he slips his hand between the material and the glass, shooting me a thumbs-up.
My phone dinged; he had sent another text
Mason: Do not corrupt the innocent Haper you bad boy!!!!
My giddy ass can’t help but smile as I close my own drapes.
"Oh God."
Haper leans up on her elbows.
"My... your friends and neighbors can see in here, huh?"
"Probably."
"Thank God Mason noticed it early, but we are never opening those drapes again."
I find my way to stand between her legs again.
"Fine."
I untie the zigzag lacing at the back of her dress.
"Then you’re never wearing clothes again."
Placing her hands on mine, she stops me from undressing her.
"Can you turn off the lights?"
Her blue-green eyes are pleading.
Releasing the ropes, I run both palms down her smoth thighs.
"Do you trust me?"
"Justin—"
"Haper, do you trust me? Because I trust you to know everything about me, so do you trust me to see your body? I do not want to see it in the dark. I want to see every inch of you. I want to memorize every part of your skin. I’ve felt it in my hands, and I want nothing more than to worship it with the lights on. And I will not hide mine from you too, you can see me in any angle you want to see me, I want you to see me in and out, know everything about me and trust me absolutely "
She releases a deep, resigned sigh, the stress from her face dissipating.
"Of course, I trust you."
"Good."
I unzip the tiny zip that was hidden under the robes.
"Because I’m about to eat you out like you’re the last goddamn meal on the planet."
She takes a breath, lying back, and from the stiffness in her body, I can sense her nerves.
Pausing my movements, I lean over her.
"Haper, I will only continue only if you want me to. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t like or feel comfortable with, but if you’re worried about it being something I don’t like, that’s not the case."
"I just..."
She stumbles.
"I think it feels good, but I’m just kind of self-conscious about it."
Brows furrowed, I ask,
"Someone made you feel that way?"
She shrugs her shoulders, looking away.
Hatred fills me for every man who has ever been before me, and not just because they’ve had a taste of what’s mine, but because they made her feel anything less than the stunning woman she is.
"Well, Haper, I’ve been dreaming about burying my head between your legs since around the time we met, so I want to. But if you don’t, then we won’t."
She hesitates, contemplating her decision.
"I want you to," she quietly admits.
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