Sharing Harper (19 page)

“You don’t need to ask Harper, it
’s okay,” he said with a sparkle in his eye gleaning towards me.

I pulled out my phone and typed a quick text to Skye.

Everything is just perfect. You were right, I owe you.

I knew that would make her extremely happy
-the fact that she was right and I was wrong. I knew I was going to have to hear all about this tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting a response so soon, but when I heard my phone vibrate I quickly checked it.

Same here! I have some fantastic news, you’re going to die. So glad everything is going well. XOXO

I rolled my eyes knowing everything in Skye’s world was the best news ever.

“Everything okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah, Skye just said she had some good news for me.”

“You can call her if you want?” he said shocking me with his concern.

“Oh no it’s fine. She’s with her beau anyways.”

“Ah, okay. How do you like your pasta?” he asked with hope in his voice that he didn’t mess up.

“It is absolutely wonderful, good choice,” I said with a large smile on my face reassuring him that he did a great job picking the dish for me. With my past on the table and Ryder still here, I felt like quite confident so I asked him something I normally wouldn’t. “I want to talk about something less serious.”

“Oh yeah? What do you wanna talk about? Ask me anything, I am a semi-open book.” He winked at me knowing I wouldn’t press other serious topics right now. There was too much heaviness in the room as it is.

“Okay, wait for it, this is like life’s question and your answer can make or break our relationship,” I teased him with a bubbly tone, my worries escaping from me.

“Uh oh! A
lright sweet thang lay it on me,” he said emphasizing his southern accent.

“You know it’s wholeheartedly un
fair when you drawl your accent,” I said with a mischievous look on my face.

“Oh yeah and why would that be?” he said even slower, his voice laced with a deep southern twang.

“It makes me sweat…in a good way,” I whispered seductively playing with my lips as I pushed the words out.

“Fuck. I want to take you right here Harper.”

“Too bad!” I joked lightly patting him on the shoulder as he exhaled. “Anyways, life’s important question. Are you a tits or ass man?”

His mouth went to form an O and his face was priceless it had shock written all over it.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked.

“Yes,
” I said stoic, trying to maintain composure before I busted out laughing.

“Harper you are too much right now.”

“You have to answer the question, you promised you would answer anything,” I pouted and said in my baby voice while smacking my lips together for emphasis.

“Damn girl, you better stop talkin’ like that
, otherwise I’ll have to rip off your panties right here,” he huffed. “To answer your question, I think I have to say I am an ass man. A beautiful tight round ass I can play with and touch is something much more playful and exciting than a pair of nice tits.”

I laughed and was about to say something before he interrupted m
e and whispered, “But you are perfect. You have the perfect combination of voluptuous breasts and your ass sticks out in the right way, tight enough I would love to stick my currently hard dick inside it.” His voice was low, but the bluntness of his statement made my cheeks quickly flush bright red.

We continued our light conversation touching on topics like the importance of coffee in everyday life, favorite bands, surfing
etc.
We were getting to know each other playfully joking and laughing, overall just enjoying each other’s company.

After our dinners were cleared from the table, we held each other’s hands on the top of the table while looking at each other deeply.

“Do you want some dessert o
r something?” he asked with care.

“Yes, but it
’s nothing I can get right here.” I winked feeling extra confident after earlier, wanting desperately to please Ryder in every way possible.

“Alright then,” he raised his hand and commanded, “check please!”

After we paid the bill, we raced to Ryder’s car and started our ride back down to San Diego.

“Are we going to your place?” I asked wanting to see where Ryder lived, curiously.

“Would you mind if we went to your place? It’s just my place is a little messy,” he said shriveling his eyebrows while staring at the road ahead of him.

“Oh sure, no problem,
” I said with clear disappointment laced in my words.

“Actually, I have a better idea. When do you have to be at work tomorrow morning?”

“Oh, I don’t have to go in until noon.”

Ryder drove for a couple more miles with a huge smile plastered on his face, clearly excited with whatever he planned. He pulled off a couple exits off the highway between Del Mar and La Jolla. It was a sleepy town, but we pulled into an expansive hotel that was right on the beach.

“Come,” he gleaned as he ran out of the car to pull my door open before the valet guy could open it for him.

“Where are we? What are we doing?” I asked completely and totally confused.

“This night cannot end in any of our apartments. You deserve the best, so tonight we are going to stay here at this hotel with 24 hour room service, down comforters, and a view of the damn ocean.”

“But we can’t just waltz in a hotel and demand a room?”

“Yes we can,” he said with a domineering attitude.

We walked inside the expa
nsive hotel that was very clearly built for the shore. Everything was dressed in an ocean theme with baby blue walls and seashells in paintings everywhere. It could have looked incredibly tacky, but this placed made it look classy by adding touches of beautiful artwork and wick furniture.

“Room for two. Penthouse. Ryder Kent.” Ryder’s voice was staccato and
when he said penthouse. I really was shocked at how much he was spending on a room for one night. I was beginning to realize that Ryder’s wealth was expansive. The woman behind the desk didn’t respond and seemed fascinated by Ryder. I glanced over at him to look at what she was looking at and found myself staring as well.

His arms muscles were even defined in his suit coat, very clear he still worke
d out with his football routine. His skinny black tie was around his neck, but loosened. His hair was slicked back still, but had a little more tousle in it from running his hands through it at dinner. His cheekbones sat high on his face and his jaw line was extremely defined. His lips were luscious without overtaking the delicate chiseled features in his face. But the real winner was his piercing blue eyes that were the color of a bright blue sky or a crystal clear Caribbean ocean. The best part was that he was all mine. All of this was mine and the poor girl behind the counter, who now couldn’t talk, stumbling over her words, never would have a chance. Ryder was all mine and he was here to stay.

I went up to him trying to convince him that the penthouse
room was completely unnecessary. “Ry,” I said calling him by his nickname even surprising myself I had, but it had definitely gotten his attention, “any old room is fine.”

“It is not. We are staying in the penthouse.”

“Sir,” the woman behind the counter began to speak, “the room is booked for a wedding tonight.”

“No,
” was all Ryder said his voice raised high now. “I have discretionary funds right now so do your best to work around the wedding, but I will double whatever room rate they are paying.”

After the woman got the manager and explained the story, the manager quickly obliged to Ryder and before he could say the price Ryder shoved his black AmEx in his face.

“Charge it,” was all he said.

“Will you folks need help with your bags?” the manager asked.

We both looked at each other, smiles spreading slowly on our faces.

“No, we won
’t. Just the keys please,” Ryder said before we both stifled laughter.

After we got our keys and took the elevator to the top floor. When Ryder opened the door to our room for the night
, the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs.

The room was baby blue with a light beige carpet. There was an entire living room area that donned grey furniture and a television bigger than I have ever seen. In the corner there was
a desk, but the most beautiful part was the floor to ceiling windows that sat on top of the ocean. I ran to the windows and slide them open taking in the smell of the salt and ocean waves. A light breeze drifted over me slightly sending a chill down my spine. The waves were cascading into shore sending my whole body into a moment of calm forgetting for a moment where I was.

I heard Ryder fumbling around in the bedroom and I snapped out of it to go find him. I had to pad down the hallway in order to find the bedroom. When I opened the door there were candles everywhere that Ryder was lighting. The bed was double a regular king-sized bed and was in a grey four-poster frame. It had curtains laced around the sides of the bed and baby blue bedding to compliment the ocean theme. I turned to look outside and two entire walls were glass doors that pulled open so that it felt as if you were outside. There was a balcony that pulled out and if you stepped out on it, you could see the ocean below you.

“Can we open these?” I asked as I started pulling the glass doors to one side.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Ryder asked even stunned at how beautiful this room was.

“I cannot even begin to start telling you how in love I am right now.”

“I can’t either,
” Ryder declared, but instead of staring at the room or the ocean…he stared right at me.

As the sun started to set around the horizon, Ryder and I curled up on our private balcony just listening to the waves crash into
the shore below us. Ryder had opened a bottle of champagne and we sat there enjoying the night. Once night fell, a chill dipped its way into me as the night breeze picked up.

“Cold?” Ryder asked.

“Yeah, a little,” I admitted.

“Come here,” Ryder said gesturing to the part of the giant chaise lounge he was on. I scooted over to where he was and he grabbed me in his arms, making me feel warm and comforted between the crook of his arm and his body. He had taken off his suit jacket, but left on the rest of his shirt. It was slightly unbuttoned and exposed his gorgeous tan chest.

His hands were exploring the left side of my body, at first just moving up at down my arm, but suddenly caressing the side of my breast moving slowly up and down. It was a small movement but it sent electricity vibrating through my body.

I turned up to face him, which was now illuminated by the slight light emitted from the candles we had lit from early. I pressed my lips against hi
s, feeling the moisture and plushness of his lips. When he opened my mouth and slipped his tongue into mine, my sex flushed sending heat down towards the deepest part of my lower abdomen.

I pulled away briefly because my neck was getting crimped and decided to confidently straddle him
, pressing my lips down feverishly against his. When I was moving above him, pressing my hips down against his groin through his pants, Ryder’s hands started exploring every part of my body, moving slowly and delicately across my breasts and down my side. His hands melting into my body as he probed around, touching intimate parts of me that no one has ever explored.

Once the heat grew between us, Ryder pulled me up and grabbed me by
my hips moving me towards the bed. After throwing me down on the bed, he pulled my dress up exposing the small black lace thong I had thrown on before we left the house. His hands started exploring my inner thigh, making my core feel excited as a rush of wetness soaked through my panties.

“Oh fuck,
” Ryder whispered seductively pressing his hands around my inner thighs and moving upwards. He started slowly thumbing around my clit with his fingers. The excitement grew and my body begged for more. His hands circled me, making me hunger for more as a few impatient groans escaped my mouth.

“Patience,
” Ryder growled moving his hands upwards away from my sex and towards my navel. The higher he moved the more I felt my body begging for more. His hands moved my dress up as he explored the top half of my body. He unzipped the side of the dress and I lifted my hands up as he pulled off the dress. I was now exposed in matching black lace underwear set with my panties completely soaked.

“Sit up baby,
” Ryder said as I moved upwards so my legs were off the bed and I was sitting on top of it.

Ryder pulled off my bra with one swift movement of his hands and out bounced my tits in full display, showing off the gentle curves of my body.

“Mhmm” he groaned in desperation, pushing me back on the bed and towards the middle.

He was on top of me now exploring my body with his hands when suddenly I felt his wet tongue just under my bre
asts kissing me softly tracing his way up towards my erect nipples. Wet heat escaped me and pulsed down towards my core.