Stealing Harper
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“Hey, bro! Awesome first party!”
I hugged her tight and kept looking for that girl. Why did she have to be so damn short? I was never going to find her in this now.
“Who’re you looking for?” Bree asked, and when I looked down at her, saw she was looking around, too, but in the opposite direction.
“A girl, who are you looking for?”
“My roommate, she ran off.”
“Ah shit, Bree, I forgot to ask. How is your roommate?”
She waved a dismissive hand. “She’s awesome, a little sheltered, but I can already tell I’m going to really like her. Now I just have to find her. Can we have your room tonight?”
“Of course, find me whenever you get tired, room—”
“I know, Chase, room’s locked. Like always. I’ll find you later, I gotta go find Harper.”
Harper . . . what the hell kind of name is Harper? Sheltered girl named Harper, I already felt bad for my sister. I laughed softly as I continued to walk toward the hallway; after looking up and down it and not finding her, I went back out toward the kitchen to look for her there.
“Hey there, handsome.”
My brow scrunched as I turned to look at who had just whispered in my ear but relaxed when I saw her. “Natalie. How was your summer?”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned close. “It was fine, spent most of it with my boyfriend.”
I nodded and kissed right below her ear. “And how is he?”
“Not here.”
“Shame.”
Her body pressed even closer to mine. “Isn’t it? I was thinking since I’m just so upset about that, you should help me enjoy tonight.”
My fingers trailed under her shirt and against her hot skin, “Bathroom?”
“Where else?” She laughed low and took my other hand as we turned to go one of the bathrooms on the hall I’d just been.
We’d turned the last corner when a little blur smashed into me and began falling backward from the impact. My arms had automatically gone out to steady her, and I instantly recognized the auburn hair moments before the gray eyes met mine.
“I’m so sorry, I—” Her mouth snapped shut, and her gorgeous eyes narrowed.
I couldn’t help but smile at her; she looked like a fierce little kitten the way she was glowering at me. Her eyes lost their anger, and her cheeks reddened slightly as her eyes locked on my lips. I doubt she realized she had pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and was currently biting on that perfectly full, soft-looking lip. I tilted my head to the side and smirked at her; I knew that look. Hell yeah. This was gonna be fun. Oh, sweetheart I am going to break your heart. “Now who are you?”
She blinked rapidly, and a determined look came over her face as she tried to get out of my grasp. No way in hell was I letting her leave yet.
“What, you’re too good to tell me?”
Her expression deadpanned, and her eyes shifted to my left, then down to my waist. Shit, I’d forgotten about Natalie. One of her eyebrows arched, and she looked at me like I disgusted her. “Apparently.”
Excuse me? Who the hell does this girl think she is? She’s going to look at me and talk to me like that at my party in my house? She was looking at me like she was royalty, and I was some peasant in her way. I let go of her and crossed my arms over my chest, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tell if I was more pissed off or intrigued. I’d had a girl thank me for letting her blow me earlier, and this girl wouldn’t even give me her name? “Excuse me, Princess?”
Those eyes turned into damn thunderclouds as she roughly shouldered her way past me. “You’re right, excuse me.”
I stood there stunned for what had to be a full minute before Natalie was able to pull me toward the bathroom again. What the hell just happened? I looked behind me, like the freakin’ princess would still be standing there, and shook my head slightly as we hit the bathroom and locked it behind us.
“On or over?” she asked, and was already reaching for the button on her shorts.
That’s what I liked about Natalie. No bullshit with her. Just sex. She had a guy back home, and I didn’t want a relationship. “Over.” I pulled a condom out of my wallet and shed my pants and boxer briefs before rolling it on. Natalie was already bent over the countertop, and I didn’t waste any time.
We both groaned when I slammed into her; I kept one hand on her hip, the other went to her shoulder. I looked at the long blond hair falling across her back and onto the countertop, and my eyes shut as images of auburn hair filled my head. What is it about that girl? I’d seen her for all of three minutes, and already she was consuming my mind this way? Why? She was disgusted with me . . . that was more than apparent. That had to be it. I was used to this, used to tonight. The blonde earlier, the redhead in the kitchen, and now Natalie. I wasn’t used to insignificant girls not wanting me. And she had no idea how bad that was for her. It just made the challenge that much better. I would get her. And I would enjoy breaking her heart. I almost smiled to myself, but then flashes of her wide, innocent, gray eyes and her perfectly white teeth digging into her lips assaulted me. I thought about biting that lip, and my thrusts quickened; thought about her underneath me and in my arms, and I gripped Natalie tightly as I came harder than I ever had before.
“Hell, Chase,” she said roughly, her breathing ragged.
“I’m sorry.” I took a deep breath in and released her before sliding out.