TheBillionaire’sChristmasVirgin

PreludetoBillionaireUnknown–Blake

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J.S.Scott

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Prelude

Blake

ChristmasEve,TwelveYearsAgo

WhatinthehellwasIdoing?

Basically,IwasfreezingmyassofflookingforarunawaygirlinthemiddleofasnowstormonChristmas
Eve.Whatreallypissedmeoffwasthefactthatshewasaspoiledeighteen-year-oldfemalethatI’d
neverlikedinthefirstplace.

MynicknameforherwhenwewerekidshadbeenCruelladeVilforaslongasIcouldremember,andI
referredtoherbythatnamesooftenthatIalmostfailedtorememberthatherrealnamewasHarper
Lawson.ShewasthesecondyoungestmemberoftheLawsonfamily,friendsoftheColterfamilyforas
longasIcouldremember.

That’swhyI’moutherefreezingmyballsoffonChristmasEve.

TherewasverylittleIwouldn’tdoformymother.Butrightatthemoment,IwishedIdidn’tloveher
quitesomuch.

Ihadn’tseenHarperinyears,eventhoughshelivedinanothersmalltownfairlyclosetowherewedidin
RockySprings,Colorado.Iwasoncollegebreak,andHarperhadjustgraduatedfromhighschool.
Thankfully,MomhadstoppedtryingtopushafriendshipwiththeyoungerLawsongirlswhileIwasstill
ingradeschool,whenIfinallytoldherhowmuchIdislikedHarperbecauseshewasdownrightmean.
Heryoungersister,Danica,wasaheckofalotnicer,butIhadn’tseenmuchofher,either.Ihadruninto
theLawsonbrothersoccasionally,butbecausewewenttodifferentschools,webarelyknewanyof
them.

OnlyHarperhadeverirritatedthehelloutofme.Shehasalwaysgoneoutofherwaytobeachild
dictator,andsheflauntedherparents’wealthlikeitmadeherbetterthananyoneelse.Ithadn’tmattered
thattheColterswerewealthy,too.She’dbeenequalopportunitynastytoeverypersonshecameinto
contactwithwhenshewasakid.

Judgingbymycurrentfrigidtrekthroughthesnow,shehadn’tchangedonedamnbit.

Ismirkedasmyrubberbootsplowedthroughthedeepsnowdriftsonthesidewalk,findingithardto
believethatHarpermightactuallybeintheDenverhomelessshelterIwaslookingforinoneofthe
nastiestblizzardswe’dseeninalongtime.

Apparently,she’drunawayafterherparentshadfinallysettheirfootdownonherendlessspendingof
moneyshehadn’tearned.They’dtakenawayhercreditcards,herbrandnewcarshe’dgottenfor
graduation,andmostofherextravagantpurchasesbecauseshehadnodesiretogotocollege.Obviously,
shefiguredthatsinceherparentswererich,shedidn’tneedaneducation.

Fuck!Ihatedrichkidswiththatattitude.Ibustedmyassincollege,andnotasingleColterhadeverfelt

entitled.Wewerealleitherworkingonourcareers,orplanningourownfutures.Wehadalotofmoney,
butnotasingleoneofuseverconsideredjustbeingidle.

I’dheardtheolderLawsonbrotherswereallgoingtocollege.ButHarperapparentlydidn’twantto
workthathard.

OncetheLawsonshadrealizedhowincrediblyspoiledtheirdaughterwas,they’dfinallydecidedtocut
heroff.Harperhadimmediatelybalkedandrunawayfromhome.Well,technically,shewasn’ta
runaway.Shewaseighteen,soshewasn’tajuvenile.Butshesureashellactedlikeone.

Whointhehellranawayjustbecausemommyanddaddytookawayhercarandhercreditcards?

“She’sstillaspoiledbrat,”ImutteredirritablyasIkeptwalkingthroughthedriftingsnow,thecold
startingtowhiprightthroughmywinterjacketandjeans.“IfMomhadn’tbeensofreakedout,Iwould
havestayedwarmandcomfortableathome,celebratingChristmaswithmyownfamilyinsteadof
worryingaboutsomebodyelse’sproblems.”

Unfortunately,AileenColterworriedabouteverybody.MymotherwasoneofthemostcaringpeopleI
knew,andthegluethatheldourfamilytogetheraftermyfatherhaddiedyearsago.Shewasstillgood
friendswithHarper’smother,andwashorrifiedatthethoughtofayoungwomanlostsomewhereina
blizzardbyherself.

Iwasasucker.Thesadlookonmymother’sfacehadpromptedmetojumpintoahelicopterfromRocky
SpringstoDenverwithastormcomingin,justtofindsomeobnoxiouschickwhocouldn’tfunction
withoutherluxuryvehicleandcreditcards.

Ifinallylocatedthemakeshiftshelter,gratefulforthewarmthonceIsteppedinside.

Therewerebodieseverywhere,mostofthemonsleepingmatswithablanketonthefloor.Becauseofthe
weather,Iknewmostoftheshelterswereoverloaded.

Iscannedthepeopleonthefloor,someofthemsleeping,butmanysittingupwithablanketaroundtheir
body.

MyheartsankasIsawthepeopleintatteredclothing,andinhaledthestenchofunwashedbodies.

WasthisthebesttheycouldexpectonChristmasEve?Juststeppingintotheplaceremindedmeofhow
damnluckyI’dbeen.TheColterswereungodlywealthy,andbecausemyfatherhadalreadypassedaway,
thatwealthhadalreadybeendistributedtoallofhiskidsandmymother.

Attheripeoldageoftwenty-two,Iwasalreadyabillionaire,butI’dneverforamomentnotconsidered
working,orgettingacollegedegree.Mydadhadbeenaneducatedman,andIknewhe’dwantedthe
sameforallhischildren.Myidenticaltwinbrother,Marcus,hadtakenovermyfather’slegacy,whilethe
restofuswerebusyplanningourdestiniesbycontinuingontocollege.Marcushadittheworst,tryingto
gotoschoolandkeepupwithwhatwashappeningwithourDad’sinternationalbusinessinterests.I
knewassoonashegraduated,he’dbetravelingtheworld.

Anddamn…Iwasgoingtomisshim.

“CanIhelpyou?I’mafraidwedon’thaveanyspaceleft.”Thefemalevoicewaslowand
compassionate.

Themiddle-agedwomansmiledatme,asympatheticsmilethatIdidn’tdeserve.

“Noma’am,”Iansweredreassuringly,wantinghertoknowshedidn’thavetoputmeupforthenight.
“I’mlookingforsomeone.Idon’tneedtotakeuponeofyourbeds.”

Fumblinginmycoatpocket,IdrewoutthelatestpictureofHarper,hergraduationphoto.“Haveyouseen
her?”

Theladytookthepictureandexamineditclosely.“Looksalittlefamiliar.ButIcan’tquiteplaceher.
We’vetakeninalotofyoungpeople.”

Itookthephotoandputitbackinmypocket.“MindifIlookaroundalittle?”Jesus!Ihopedthetipthat
hadcomeinaboutHarperbeinginthisplacehadn’tbeenwrong.

Theoverworkedwomanshrugged.“Feelfreetosearchforyourfriend.I’dliketoseeonelesspersonbe
aloneonChristmas.”

Inodded,thenmademywayaroundthelargeroom,myeyesscanningallofthedesperatefacesoccupying
thespace.Finally,Ididadouble-takeononesolitaryfemale,almostdiscardingthenotionthatImightbe
lookingatHarper.

Theyoungwomanhadthesameblondehair,andwasprobablyaboutthesameage.Buteverythingelse
aboutherwas…wrong.Iedgedclosertoher,andherpositionsittingacrosstheroomagainsttheconcrete
wall,herarmswrappedaroundherbodylikeshewascold.

AsIapproached,Icouldtellshe’dbeencrying.“Harper?”Isaidhernameinaloudvoicefromseveral
feetaway,andsheimmediatelyturnedherheadtolookupatme.

Shefrownedandswipedawaytheremnantsofhertearsassheanswered,“Colter?”

Inodded,unabletolookawayfromthetorturedlookinherdarkgreeneyes,andthedespairIsawthere.

Christ!ItwasreallyHarper,butshelookednothinglikehersophisticatedpicture.Shewasinapairof
rattyjeansandasweaterratherthandesignerclothing.Shewaswearingnojewelry,noteventhe
diamondpendantortheringsIknewherparentshadn’ttakenaway.Andherangelicfacewascompletely
devoidofmakeup.Herblondehairhungdowntohershoulderswithanaturalcurlthatwasfarmore
attractivethantheupswept,sophisticatedstyleinherpicture.

Icrouchednexttoher.“I’mheretotakeyouhome.Yourfamilyhasbeenworriedsick.”

Sheshookherhead.“Ican’tgobackthere.”

“Youcan,”Isaidfirmly.“Problemis;wemayhavetostayinDenver.I’mnotsurewecangetbackto
RockySpringsinthisweather.Butatleastwecanvacatethisbedsosomebodyelsecanuseit.”

Sheslowlynodded,thenrosetoherfeet.“Thatwouldbegood.Somanypeopleareinneedofawarm
placetoberightnow.I’llgowithyou.”

Itookherhandsimplybecauseshelookedsodamnlost,andledhertowardthedooroftheshelter,giving
thewomanrunningitalargedonationbeforeIhauledHarperoutthedooraftersheretrievedajacketthat
wasn’tgoingtobenearlywarmenoughforthecurrentweather.

GuidingherafewblocksawaytothehotelroommybrotherMarcushadbeenabletoprocurebeforeI’d
startedsearchingforHarper,IsuddenlyrememberedithadbeentheonlyavailableroominDenver.
Becauseofthesnowstormandtheholidays,everythinghadbeenbookedsolid.

Onceweenteredtheroomofthesomewhatrundownhotel,Iinformedher,“We’llhavetoshare.This
wastheonlyavailableroomwecouldfind.”

Sheshrugged.“Itdoesn’tmatter.”

“Harper,everythingwillbeokay.Assoonasthehelicoptercanfly,we’llgetyoubackhome.”Ididn’t
likeher,butherdowntroddenmoodwasmakingmefeelalittlesorryforher.

“Mom,Dadandmyolderbrotherswillgivemehell,”shestatedflatly.“Theywantedmetogo.”

Eventhoughtheroomwaswarmenough,sheshuddered.

IstartedmakingapotofcoffeeasIanswered,“Theydidn’twantyoutogo.Theywantedyoutogrow
up.”

Thecoffeemakersputteredforamomentbeforeitstartedtobrew.Therewasn’tatonofstuffinthesmall
space.AsmallTVandthecoffeestuffwassittingonacheapbrownconsole,andtherewasaking-sized
bedwiththemostgodawful,gaudybedspreadI’deverseen.Otherthantwosmallbedsidetables,there
wasnootherfurnitureintheroomexceptforatiny,rickety-lookingtablewithtwoverywornwooden
chairs.

Iwasslightlyworriedaboutcheckingoutthebathroom.I’dcheckedinanddroppedmyduffelbag,then
headedoutalmostimmediatelytolookforHarper.Itookacautiousglancearoundthecorner.Itwasno
fancyhotelbathroom,butithadashowerandatoilet,andIwasrelievedwhenInoticedthatitlooked
fairlyclean.

Ipouredthecoffeewhenitwasdone,handingHarperoneofthemugs.“Here.Idon’tknowwhatyou
wantinit.”

“Thanks,”sheansweredquietly,thenproceededtodrinkitblackassheseatedherselfatthesmalltable.
“Howdidyougetropedintofindingme?Ialmostdidn’trecognizeyou.Ihaven’tseenyousincewe
werekids.”

Isatacrossfromher,satmymugonthetable,thenshruggedoutofmyjacketandsweptthehatfrommy
head.“Almosteverybodyintownwaslookingforyou.Yourparentswereafraidyouhadbeen
kidnappedorlostinthestorm.”

“I’msurprisedtheycared,”sheansweredmorosely.

Iopenedmymouthtoaskherifshethoughtthey’dstopcaringjustbecausetheytookawayhercredit
cards,andgiveheralectureaboutbeingaspoiledbrat.IcloseditagainwhenIsawtearsleakingfrom
herbeautiful,emeraldgreeneyes.

“Theycare,”Iansweredsimply,suddenlywantingtocomforther,whichwashighlyunusualformewhen
itcametoHarper.Mostly…Iwantedtoavoidher.

“IthinkIunderstandthatnow.Honestly,afterseeinghowbadlyotherpeoplearesuffering,Ifeellikea
majorbitchforleavingawarm,comfortablehome,”sheadmittedopenly.“Ideservedeverythingmy
parentsandbrotherssaidtome.”

“Haveyoubeenattheshelterthewholetime?”Iknewshe’dbeenmissingforseveraldays.

“Yes.ItookbusestoDenver,butIonlyhadasmallamountofcash.Thenthestormhit,andIhad
nowheretogo.”

Thesadnessinhervoicemademyheartclench.“Yourmomsaidyou’dstillhaveyourjewelryon.And
youwerelastseenwearingadesignerpantssuit.”

“Igavemyjewelrytoafamilywhogotturnedaway,”sheconfessedinahuskywhisper.“Theyhad
nothing,andtheyneededaplacetostay.Thelittleonewascold,soIgavehermyblanket.”

ItwasthelastthingIexpectedHarpertotellme,andIgapedatherinastonishment.Recoveringquickly,
Iasked,“Andyourclothing?”

“Silk,”sheansweredindisgust.“IwassocoldthatIwentthroughthedonationsattheshelterandfound
somethingwarmertowear.”

Ifrowned.“Harper,areyouokay?”

Shelookedupatmeandslowlyshookherhead.“I’veneverseenhowmanyhomelesspeoplethereare,
somanyfamiliesthatcan’tevenmanagetokeeptheirhomes.I’veneverevenbeentothispartofDenver.
It’sso…sad.”

“Soyougaveawayeverythingyouhadtohelpabigfamilysurvive?Youcouldhavepawnedthejewelry
yourself,”Isuggested,surprisedshehadn’tdonejustthat.

“Icouldn’t.Theyweregiftsfrommyparents.SoIdecidedtostayhereuntilIcouldfiguresomething
out.ButwhenImetthatfamily,andtheyweresodesperate,Icouldn’tletthemwalkawayintothecold
again.I’mhopingtheyfoundaroom.”

ShesoundedsodisheartenedthatIquicklyreplied,“I’msuretheydid.Thingsjuststartedtoget
completelyfilleduplastnight.”

Ididn’treallyknowthatforsure,buthowinthehellcouldIletherworryaboutwhetherornother
sacrificehadhelpedthefamilyfindaplace?JudgingbywhathermotherhadtoldmeaboutHarper’s
jewelry,itwouldhavefetchedenoughmoneyfortheirneedsforquitesometime.

IcouldstillhardlybelievethatHarper,theselfish,mean,spoiledchildI’doncebeenforcedtosocialize
withasakidwasthesamepersonIwaslookingatnow.

Shesighedasshecradledhercoffeemug,“Ihopethey’reokay.”

“You’redifferent,”Iblurtedoutwithoutcensoringmywords.

Harpershotmeasadsmilerightbeforeshetookasipofhercoffee,thensetitbackdownonthetable.
“MaybeIgrewup.RightnowIhatemyself.”

“Why?”

“BecausebeforeIlandedinthatshelter,Ineverbotheredtolookaroundandseetherestofthepeople
aroundme.Igrewupinaprivilegedworld,andIstayedthere.Ithinkmyparentsdidmeafavor.When
Iseeallofthepeoplewhoactuallycareabouthomelessfamilies,andtheotherswhohavefallenonhard
times,IrealizewhatabitchI’vealwaysbeen.”

Hercandidexplanationandself-deprecationaffectedmeinawaythatmademyheartbleedfortheway
she’dsuddenlybeenthrustintoreality.Sure,maybeshehadneededtogrowup.Butshewasonly
eighteen,andafterbeingshelteredbyherparentsforsolong,thedesperationshe’dbeenwitnesstohadto
besoberingandtraumatic.

Insomeways,itwasherparents’fault,too.Mydadhaddiedyearsago,butmymomalwayskeptus
Coltersveryawareofourobligationtogiveadamnaboutthoselessfortunatethanwewere.Itwas
ingrainedineveryColterfromthetimewewereyoung.

We’dvolunteeredinsoupkitchens.

Allofushadplentyofcharitieswesupportedwithenthusiasm.

WedonatedChristmastoys.

Andnoneofuswereeverunawareofthesufferingintheworld.

WhatinthehellhadHarper’sparentsbeenthinking?Sure,theywerewealthy,butshelteringtheirkids
fromtherougherpartsoflifehadn’tdoneHarperanyfavors.

“Ifyourealizewhatyoudidwaswrong,you’renotabitch,”Iassuredherinahuskyvoice.Really,I
admiredthefactthatshe’dopenedhereyesandhearttothosepeopleinneed.

Iwasalsoshockedasshitthatshe’dcared.

Ihadn’tseenHarpersincewewereyoung,butshe’dgrownintoabeautifulyoungwoman,andshewasso
muchmoreattractivewhenshewasreal—justlikethis.

“Thanks,”shesaidinathoughtfulvoice.“ButIdon’tthinkIdeserveyourefforttomakemefeelbetter
aboutmyself.”

AsIsluggeddownmycoffee,Iprettymuchthoughtwhatshereallyneededwascheeringup.Shelooked
prettydamnedshell-shockedanddepressed.

“Ineedtocallyourfolks.Doyouwanttotalktothem?”

Apanickedlookflaredinhereyes.“Notyet.Please.IknowIhavetofacethemandfessuptowhatI’ve
done.ButIjustneedalittletime.”

Inodded,understandingherconfusion.“Noproblem.I’llletthemknowyou’resafeandI’llgetyou
homeassoonasIcan.”

Istoodandpulledmyphoneoutofmypocketandmadesomecalls.

*****

LaterThatNight…

IlaidinbedwithHarper,wonderingifshewassleeping.Throughouttheevening,ithadgottenharder
andhardertoignoremyattractiontothenewandimprovedwomanI’dgottentoknowthisevening.

SinceitwasChristmasEve,I’dfinagledherintogoingouttoalocalpub,oneofthefewthatwereopen,
andjusthangingoutwithmeafterwe’dhaddinnerthere.She’dtoldmemoreaboutherexperiencewith
thehomeless,andhowscaredshewaswhenshe’dfoundherselfonherownwithnothingbuttheshelterto

keepherwarmandsafe.

Inturn,Ifoundmyselftalkingalotaboutmypast,sharingthingswithherthatIhadn’topenedupaboutfor
alongtime.

Ihadnodoubt—Harperhadchanged.I’dtoldherparentswhatIthoughtoverthephone,andthey’d
blamedthemselvesforsomeoftheproblemsbetweenthemandtheirdaughter.I’dalsocalledmyown
motherjusttotellherIlovedher,andIhopedI’dbebackhomewiththefamilytomorrow.

Honestly,I’denjoyedmytimewithHarpersomuchthiseveningthatIreallydidn’tcarewhenImadeit
backhome.AllmysiblingswouldbearounduntilafterNewYear’s,andIfoundmyselfwantingtobein
Harper’scompanymorethanIshould.

Everymoment,everysecondofthetimeI’dspentwithher,mydickhadbeenashardasarock,refusingto
ignorethecombustiblechemistrythatwasstartingtoexplodebetweenmeandHarper.Thepullkept
gettingstrongerandstronger.BythetimeIsawherwearingoneoftheextraT-shirtsIbroughtwithmeto
Denver,Inearlylostit.

She’dneededsomethingtosleepin.

I’dgivenhermyT-shirt.

Thatwasafuckingmistake.

Toomuchskin.

Toomanyfantasies.

ToomanytimesI’dlaidhereandthoughtaboutthoseshapelybarelegswrappedaroundmywaistasshe
shudderedinclimax.

IneededtofuckHarpersomethingfierce,butIwasdeterminedtoignoreit.However,mybrainwas
refusingtolettheattractiongo,andmycockwasatotalfail.Iwasashardasarock,eventhoughher
nakedlimbswerenowcoveredwithblankets.Butholyhell,Icouldstillpicturetheminmymind.Was
shethinkingaboutmeatall?ForallIknew,shewassleeping.

“Areyouawake?”shewhisperedsoftly.

Ignoreit,Colter.Don’tanswer.Actlikeyou’resleeping.

“Yeah,”Iansweredrecklessly.

“CanImoveclosertoyou?”sheaskedinpleadingvoice.

Shewasstillscared,andstillstuckinDenver.Shewasvulnerable,andIknewIshouldjustbehereto
talktoher.Butsomethinginsidemewouldn’tletitendthere.

“Comehere,”Irequestedfirmly,openingmyarmssoIcouldholdher.

Shescootedcloser,andtomysurprise,sheswungonelegovermyhipsandclungtomelikeIwasher
shelterinthestorm.Herheadrestedonmychest,andherarmswrappedaroundmyshoulders,herbody
plasteredfull-lengthdownmyside.

Herlegwasjustnorthofoneveryharddick,andasIwrappedmyarmsaroundhershiveringbody,allI
fuckingwantedwastomakeherhappyagain.

Well…Iwantedtofuckher,too.Butmyinstincttoprotectherwasjustasstrong.

“Thankyou,”shesaidinalow,contentedpurr.“You’resowarm.”

NodoubtIwasblazinghot.IcouldfeelhernipplesthroughthethincottonofmyT-shirt,andthatlegover
myhipswasfuelinghornyfantasiesthatIcouldn’tcontrol.

“Better?”Iasked,myvoicecrackingwithdesire.

“Much,”shesaidinblissfulvoiceasshesquirmedagainstme.

“Don’tmove!”Myvoicewasharsh,andIhatedmyselfforthat.

Sheliftedherhead.“What’swrong?”

WasitpossiblethatHarpercouldpossiblybethatnaïve?Iwashonestwithher.“Iwanttobeherewith
you.Iwanttoholdyou.ButJesusChrist!IwanttofuckyousobadthatIcanhardlycontrolmyself.If
youstartsquirmingaround,I’mafraidI’llloseit.You’reabeautifulwoman,Harper.”

“I’mattractedtoyou,too,”sheadmittedinahushedwhisper.

Shespokelikeshewasjustrecognizingherdesire,andherinnocencemademehalfcrazy.“Haveyou
everbeenwithaguy?”

“Dates.Kissing.Nevermuchbeyondthat.”

“Why?”

“IneverhadthisweirdflutteringinmystomachlikeIhavewithyou.I’veneverwantedanythingmore
withanyoftheguysI’vedated.”

IswallowedhardasIrealizedshewasavirgin.

Mine!

Iwantedthiswomantobelongtomeinawaysheneverhadwithanyothermalebefore.

“Waituntilyoufindtherightman,”Iadvised,wantingdesperatelytotellherIwasthatrightguy.

Butmorethanlikely,itwasjusthormones.Iwastwenty-twoyearsold,andIwantedtogetlaidas
frequentlyaspossible.Ithadbeenmonths.Ididn’thavearegulargirlfriend,buttherewasplentyof
fuckingaroundoncampus.Lately,I’dbeenbusystudyingforfinals.Maybemydickwasjust
complainingbecauseIwasn’tusingitmuchthesedays.

Harperhesitantlythreadedherhandsintomyhairandstretcheduptolayoneverysweetkissonmy
mouth.“That’sjustit.ThisistheonlytimeI’veeverfeltlikethis.Iwantyou.”

Irolledherundermeinoneswiftmovement.“ForGod’ssake,don’tsaythat,”Irumbled,myheart
hammeringasIfelthersoftcurvesbeneathme.“Mycontrolisn’tgoodrightnow,Harper.”

Thatwasanunderstatement.Iwasactuallybreathingsohardthatmychesthurt.

“Thenletgoofyourcontrol.I’meighteen.Iwanttoseewhatitfeelsliketobewithaman,”shecajoled,
spearingherfingersintomyhairagainandurgingmyheaddown.

Justlikethat…Ilostit.

Icouldseeherfaceinthedim,moonlitroom,andIzoomedinonherlips,swoopingtodevourherlike

I’dwantedtodoallevening.

IkissedherlikeIneededtodoittokeeponliving,andthatwasexactlyhowIfelt.

Harperseemedtomeltintome,moaningsoftlyagainstmylips,asoundofpleasurethatjustmademe
moredesperatetobethefirstguy—theonlyman—topossessher.

Icameupfromthepassionate,carnalembracewithmyarmsbracingmyweight,pantinglikean
overheateddog.Jesus!Whatthehellwashappeningtome?

“I.Can’t.Fucking.Do.This!”Everywordwaspainfulforme,tearingmygutsapart.

“What?Why?”Harpersoundedconfused.

Shealsosoundedarousedashell,whichwasprettymuchkillingme.

“You’reavirgin.Ican’tdothis.”

“I’mavirginbecauseI’veneverwantedtobewithaguy.It’snotlikeIwassavingmyselfformarriage.
It’sjust…noguyhaseverturnedmeonenoughtowantit.”

Igroaned.“Don’ttellmethat.”

“It’strue,”sheargued.“Please.Keepmakingmefeelgood.Ilikeit.”

Iwantedhertofeelsofuckinggoodthatshe’dberuinedforanyotherguy.Forever!

Irolledtohersideandslowlyranmyhandupherthigh,stranglingbackaferalsoundasIreachedher
delicate,silkenpantiesthatweresoakedwithherjuices.“You’resowet.”

“Iache,”Harperwhimperedsoftly.

“Iknow,baby.It’sokay.”Islidmyfingerundertheelasticandstrokedafingerthroughherslit.Her
silkenheatdrovemenearlyinsane.“I’llmaketheachegoaway,”IpromisedasIslidherpantiesoffher
body,tossingthemtothesideofthebed.

“Promise?”sheaskedhesitantly.

IsatupandgrippedthebottomofmyT-shirt.“Ipromise.ButIneedyounaked.”

Sheliftedherarmsinanactionoftrust,allowingmetopeeltheshirtfromherbody.Onceithadjoined
herdiscardedunderwear,Ijustgapedatherinthemoonlight.

Hersoftcurvesandgenerousbreastsmademymouthgodry,andmycockstrainagainstthezipperofmy
jeans.Myupperbodywasbare,butI’dwornmyjeanstobedsoIdidn’tfreakherout.

“Aren’tyougettingnaked,too?”sheaskedinquisitively.

Oh,hellno.Notrightnow.I’dbeinsideherinaheartbeat.“Notyet.”

“Thenwhatareyoudoing?”

“Lookingatyou,”Iansweredhonestly.“I’veneverwantedawomanthiswaybefore.It’skindofafirst
forme,too.”

“You’renotavirgin,”sheargued.

“I’mdefinitelynot,”Iagreedwithagrin.“Butyou’re…different,Harper.”

“BecauseI’veneverbeenwithaguybefore?”

Ishookmyhead.“No.Becauseyou’reyou.”

Icouldn’texplainhowIfelt.Hell,Ididn’tunderstanditmyself.

MyhandswerealittleshakyasIcuppedherbreasts,teasingbothnippleswithmythumbs.Theywere
alreadyhard,buttheypeakedupevenmoreasIloweredmyheadandsuckledeachone,tryingtogoslow
withher.

Shearchedherbackandgraspedthebackofmyheadtogetmeevencloser.“Yes,”shebreathedout
softly.

Herskinwaswarmandsilky,andIcouldn’tgetenoughoftouchingher.IheardherbreathinghitchasI
nippedandlickedmywaydownherbelly,teasingherasmuchaspossible.

Remembershe’savirgin,Blake.Remember!

MycockwaspulsatingwithneedasIfinallyhadmyheadbetweenherthighs,exactlywhereIwantedto
be.HerneedyscentintoxicatedmeasIbreathedherin,thenslidmytonguebetweenherfolds,parting
herthighswiderasIfoundherengorgedclit.

“Oh,myGod.Whatareyoudoing?”Harpersquealed.

Hervoicewasmorearousedthanupset,soIignoredherquestion,delvingmytonguedeepersoIcould
flickmorepressureoverthetinybundleofnervesthatIknewwouldsendherovertheedge.

Ieagerlylappedatherpussy,gettingoffonhermoansofpleasureasIconsumedherarousal,gettingdrunk
onthetaste,feelandsoundofHarper.

Easingmyindexfingerinsidehersheath,Iwastakenabackbyhowtightshewas,butitdidn’tstopme
fromimaginingherslickheatwrappedaroundmycock.ShestartedrockingherhipsasIslippedin
anotherfinger,tryingtostretchhertightlittlepussywideenoughtoeventuallytakeme.

Inandout.Inandout.Mytonguekeptteasinghersensitivenubasmyfingersfuckedhergently.

Ifelttriumphantasshegrippedmyhairandpushedmyheadharderbetweenherthighs,hermoans
growinglouderandlouder.

“Please.Letmecome,”shepanted.

Ilovedhearingherbeg,butIalsowantedtograntherrequestmorethanIwantedtotakeanotherbreath.

ShegroundherpussyagainstmyfaceandIkeptdivinginharderandharderwithmytongueandfingers,
givingherthepressuresheneededtoclimax.

“Yesssss!”Shescreamedasherbodycameapart,hergriponmyhairpainfulasshecame,herchannel
clampingdownhardonmypumpingfingers.

Isoothedherquiveringfleshwithmytongueasshespiraleddownfromherhigh,slidingupbesideher
onlywhenIknewthewavesofpleasurehadstopped.

Shewrappedherarmsaroundmeandsqueezed.“Ican'tbelieveyoudidthat.Ithoughtmostguyshated
it.”

Ididn’tanswer.Ikissedher,lettinghertasteherselfonmylipsbeforeIhadtocomeupforair.“How

couldanyguyhatesomethingthattastesthatgood?”Iteased.

“Itwasamazing,”shesaidbreathlessly.“I’venevercomelikethat.”

“Sosomeguyhasmadeyoucome,”Igrowledplayfully,althoughIwasn’tallthatthrilledaboutanyother
maletouchingher.

“No.ButIdomasturbate,”shesaidbluntly.“Everybodydoes.”

Ismirked,definitelylovingthethoughtofHarpergettingherselfoff.

“Me,too,”Iansweredhuskily.“Butit’snosubstituteforthis.”

“Iwouldn’tknow,”shesaidsuggestively.

“Youwill,”IansweredhoarselyasIkneltonthebedtounzipmyjeans.

“No.Letme,”Harpersaidasshesatupandbrushedmyhandsaway.“Letmetouchyou.”

FuckIknewIwantedhertoexploreallshewanted,butIwasn’tgoingtobeabletotakemuchoffeeling
thosesofthandsonmyrock-hardcock.Reachingmyhandintomypocket,IpulledoutacondomthatI’d
beencarryinginmywalletformonths.Maybeithadbeensubconsciousorjustwishfulthinking,butI’d
takenitoutandputitinmyfrontpocketbeforewe’dgoneouttoeat.

Harperputherhandsonmyshouldersandsmoothedthemdownovermychest.“You’resogorgeous,”
shesaidinanawedvoice.

Ohfuck,Iwastoast.Thesoundofinnocenceinhervoicewasmakingmecomeunraveled.

“Ilovehowbuiltyouare,butwithoutthebulging,bodybuilderkindofmuscles,”Harpercontinuedasshe
finishedunzippingmyfly.

“Martialarts,”Itoldher,mymindcompletelyonwhatshewasdoingwithherhands.“I’vepracticed
sinceIwasakid.”

Shehadmyjeansdowntomythighswithoutmuchofastruggle,andmydickwasfinallyliberatedand
freed.

“Oh,my,”shesaidinthatawedvoiceagain.“Thisis…big.”

“I’mbigallover,”Iexplained,almostfeelingbadbecauseIdefinitelyhadanaboveaveragesizeddick.

Shetriedtowrapherfingersaroundme,butshecouldn’tquitegetthere.Afterthat,shestrokedthesoft
skinofmyshaft,thenranherthumboverthesensitivehead,swipingabeadofmoistureacrossthetip.

Ihadtobitemyfuckingliptokeepfromstoppingher.“Ifyoukeeptouchingme,I’mnotgoingtosurvive,
baby,”Isaidcoarsely.

Startingattheroot,Harperranherfingersallthewayuptheshaftandbackdownagain.Iknewitwas
deliberate.Shewastryingtoteaseme.AndbyGod,itworked.

“Nomore,”IgrumbledasIpinnedherunderme,andrestrainedherwristsoverherhead.“Pricktease,”I
accused.

“I’veneverteasedaprick,”sheansweredwithcuriosityandhumorinhertone.

“Ican’twaitanymore,Harper.Now.”

“Yes.Please.”

Imadeshortworkofrollingonmycondom,thenreturnedtoher,savoringthefeelofhersoft,heatedflesh
beneathme.

Icaressedtheskinontheinsideofherthighs,makinghersquirm.“There’snoeasywaytodothis.It’s
probablygoingtohurt.”

Mygutwasachingwithneed,andmycockwaspleadingwithmetoburymyselfdeepinsideher,butthe
lastthingIwantedwastohurther.

“Idon’tgiveadamn,”sheansweredfirmly.“Fuckmenow.Rightnow.”

Igrinnedatherdemand,thenbentdowntolowermymouthtohers.Theembracebecameredhotin
seconds,hertonguedemandingasitdueledwithmine.Ibrokeoffthekissandnippedatthesensitiveskin
ofherneck,thenranmytongueovertheflesh.

Ireacheddownandpositionedmyself,thenenteredherinonehardthrust.Everymuscleinmybodywas
tightasIforcedmyselftostaystillwhilehermusclesslowlystretchedtoaccommodatemysize.I’d
neverbeenwithavirgin,butIthoughtitwasbettertojustgettheinitialpainoverwithanddone.

I’dfelttheresistance,thenthegiveofherfleshasI’dgonewherenoguyhadeverbeen.

ItwasthemostfuckingamazingthingI’deverexperienced.

UntilI’dheardhersquealofpain.

“Harper!Talktome.Areyouokay?”Iaskedanxiously,nuzzlingmyfaceagainstherneck.

“Yourdickistoobig,”shecomplainedasshepanted.

Icouldn’thelpmyself.Ilaughed.“I’veneverhadthatcomplaintbefore,baby.”

“ThenI’llbethefirstonetobitch,”sheansweredhaughtily.“It’stoobig.”

SomeofHarper’ssparkwasback,andIcouldn’tsayIwasn’thappytoseeit.Irolledmyhipsjusta
little.“Youwon’tbesayingthatfromnowon.”

“Iwill,”sheargued,butthetoneofhervoicehadchangedfromoneofpaintooneofuncertainty.

IkeptnibblingatherneckasIslowlypulledbackandgentlyburiedmyselfinsideheragain.“Won’t,”I
saidwithadeepgroan,relishinghertightinnermusclesastheyclampeddownonmycock.

Harperslidherarmsaroundmyneckasshereplied,“Thenshowme.”

“Youokaynow?”Fuck!Please,letherbefinenow.

“Ithinkso.”

Hergriptightenedaroundmyneck,andIstartedaneasyrhythm,tryinglikehelltobegentlewhenallI
wantedtodowasfuckheruntilwewerebothexhaustedandsated.

“Nice,”shemumbledassheliftedherlegsandwrappedthemaroundmywaistinstinctively.

Mygoddamnfantasycometolife!

NeedateatmygutasIsteadilypumpedinandoutofher,ignoringthedesiretogiveittoherhardand
fast,makesuresheknewshewasmine.Becauseafterthisnight,Isureashellwasnevergoingtobeable

tolethergo.

“Harder,”shesaidurgently.“Don’tholdback.Please.”

“Idon’twanttohurtyou,”Igrunted,myjawclenched.

“You’llhurtmeifyoudon’tfuckmeharder.Ineedyou.”

AllIhadtohearwerethosethreewords:Ineedyou.

Icuppedherassandgaveherexactlywhatshewanted,exactlywhatI’dneededsincethemomentI’d
startedhavingfantasiesabouther.

Ipoundedintoheruntilmyheadstartedtospin,carnaldesperationtakingovermyreason.Harper
Lawsonwasmine,andnobodywasevergoingtotakeherawayfromme.

Ourbodiesmovedinsync.Shegroundupagainstmeasmycockenteredherslick,tightsheath.Our
sweat-slickbodiesslidtogethereroticallyassheshudderedbeneathme,closetoorgasm.

Thrustinganarmbetweenourbodies,Istrokedherclitwithenoughpressuretogetheroff.“Comefor
me,Harper.Ineedyoutocome.”

Icouldfeelthepressurebuilding,mybodyreadytoexplode.

Herheadthrashedbackandforth,andshescreamedincoherently.ReliefflowedovermybodyasIfelt
herclimaxbegin,hernailsdiggingintomyback,markingme.AndIlovedeverydamnmomentofit.Her
ferocityandherpassionflowedbacktome,andIkeptthrustingintoheroverandover,lettingherorgasm
triggermineasheralready-tightsheathmilkedmycock.

Sheclawedatmybackasmyfieryreleaserockedmybody.Graspingherhairtomakeherheadstop
thrashing,IkissedherwithaprimalintensitythatIcouldn’tcontrol,desperatetosomehowmarkheras
mine.

Welaidthereinaheapoftangledlimbs,bothofustryingtocatchourbreath.Irolledoffher,butkepther
closetome,myarmswrappedtightlyaroundhershakingbodyasIstruggledforair.

Eventually,Ihadtodisentanglemyselffromhertogotothebathroomandremovemycondom,andI
frownedasIsawtheblood,Harper’sblood,ontherubbersurface.

Itossedit,feelingbothshameandawethatshe’dgivenmesomethingsodamnprecious.

Me?

BlakeColter.

Nobodyhadeverreallygivenupanythingforme,anditmademewanttokeepHarperclosetomejust
thatmuchmore.

Cleaningupquickly,IreturnedtothebedtofindHarperfastasleep,herbreathingdeepandeven.I
climbedintothebedcarefully,slidinginbesideher,tryingnottowakeherup.

Iproppedmyheadupwithmyelbowonthebedandwatchedhersleep.Herhairwashalfcoveringher
faceindisarray,butshe’dfallenasleepwithasweetsmileonherangelicface.

AndGod,shelookedbeautiful.

Shelookedlike…shewasmine.

Islidunderthecovers,andHarperinstinctivelysearchedmeout,slidingalegacrossmineandpillowing
herheadonmychest.

Myarmscamearoundher,holdingherprotectivelyassheslept.Ifellasleepsoonafter,nevermovingas
myexhaustedbodygavewaytothedarknessofsleep.

*****

“Yousureyoudon’twantmetogoinwithyou?”IaskedHarperanxiouslyaswepulledupinfrontofher
house.

Thestormhadpassedduringthenight,andwe’dbeenabletoflybackhomebyhelicopter.Shelivedin
thenexttownoverfromRockySprings,sowe’ddrivenfromtheairstriponColterpropertytoherhouse.

Sheshookherheadslowly.“No.Thisisdefinitelygoingtogetemotional,andit’ssomethingIneedtodo
withmyparents.”

“Callmethen,”Isaidinsistently,havingalreadyputmynumberintohercellphone.

“Iwill.Thankyouforyesterdayandlastnight.”Sheundidherseatbeltandleanedovertokissme
sweetly.“I’llneverforgetit.”

“Notenough,”Igrumbled,thenpulledherbackforalonger,moresensualembrace.

“I’llcallyousoon,”shesaidbreathlessly.

“Ihopeso,”Iansweredinanintensetone.

Iwatchedasshegotoutofthecar,dressedinanotheroneofmyT-shirtsunderherjacketandapairof
jeans.

“Hey,”Icalledjustasshewasgettingreadytoclosethepassengerdoor.

“What?”sheaskedcuriously.

“MerryChristmas,Harper.”

Shegavemeatremuloussmilebeforeshereplied.“MerryChristmas,Marcus.”

Ittookmeamomenttolethercommentsinkin,andbythetimeitdid,shehadalreadysprintedtothedoor
andwasslippinginside.

“Marcus?Shethoughtshewasfuckingmytwinbrother?”Imusedaloud.

Angryandhurt,Istartedtogouptoherhouse,thenstoppedmyselfbecauseIknewshe’dbehavingitout
withherparents.Itwasasituationwecouldeasilyclearup.Butitrankledthatthefirsttimesheusedmy
firstname,she’dusedthewrongone.

Granted,myolder-brother-by-minuteslookedexactlylikeIdid,butIsureashelldidn’twantHarper
callingmebyhisname.

Shit!Ireallyshouldtellher.Idon’twanthertokeepthinkingshewaswithmybrother.

Iputthecaringearandpulledawayfromherhouse,knowingI’dhavetoresolvethesituationquickly,
andhopingshe’dcallmeprettydamnsoon.

*****

Harper

“Iloveafter-Christmassales,”Itoldmysister,Danica,aswestrolledalongMainStreetthenextday.

I’dalreadyhadaverylongdiscussionwithmyparents,andwe’dendeditwithalotofhealingtears.
They’dtrustedmebyreturningmycarandmycreditcards,andIwasdeterminednevertotakewhatIhad
forgrantedeveragain.

Myexperienceofbeingcold,alone,andscaredhadaffectedmeprettyprofoundly,andIfeltlikea
completelydifferentwoman.

Iwasgoingtocollegenow,andIknewexactlywhatIwantedtodowithmyfuture.

“Youdon’tseemallthatinterestedinshopping”Daniaccused.“Somethingwrong?”

BeforeIknewit,IfoundmyselfspillingeverythingthathadhappenedbetweenmeandMarcusColter.

“Callhim,”Daniurged.“He’sprobablydyingtohearfromyou.”

“Iwill.Ijustneedtoclearmyhead.”

“Harper?Danica?”

MysisterandIbothturnedourheadstoseewhowascallingus.IsmiledwhenIsawthatitwasAileen
Colter,Marcus’smother.“Hi.It’sgoodtoseeyouagain,”Iansweredasweallstoodinfrontofthe
leathergoodsstoreshe’djustexited.

Afterabriefhug,Aileenlookedaround,thenfinallysighed.“Iwantedyoutosayhellotomyson,
Marcus,butitlookslikehe’s…occupied.”

Myeyesfollowedhergaze,thenlandeddirectlyonMarcusColter.Dressedinacustomsuitandtie,he
hardlylookedlikehehadyesterday.Ittookmeamomenttorealizethathewasflirtingandkissinga
beautifulbrunette.

“Obviously,”Imutteredundermybreath.“Helooksextremely…busy.”

“Newgirlfriendthathemetincollege,”Aileenexplained.

“Great,”Irepliedunenthusiastically.

Ifeltsickinside,andallIwantedtodowascrawlintoaholeandstaythere.

“Hehasagirlfriend?”Daniquestioned.

“Yes.She’snice.Ihopeheholdsontothisoneforawhile.Marcuschangesgirlfriendssooften.Idon’t
thinkheevenhastimetogettoknowthem.”

Icouldn’ttearmyeyesawayfromthecouple,remindedofjusthowsweethe’dbeentometheday
before.

“Really,let’snotworryaboutthem.I’msureI’llseehimanothertime.”Iturnedtomysister.“Dani,we
needtobegoing.”Iknewtherewaspanicinmyvoice,butIcouldn’tsquelchit.

Danishotmeanunderstandinglook.“I’mready.”

“Itwasniceseeingyou,Aileen.”

MysisterandIscrambledbacktomycar,andclamberedinside.Ididn’tlookback,afraidI’dsomehow
endupseeingMarcuskissinganotherwomanagain,onlyanightafterhe’dtakenmyvirginity.

IpantedasIgrabbedthesteeringwheel,barelyhearingDaniasshetoldmeangrily.“He’sanasshole.I
can’tbelievehegotallintimatewithyouwhenhealreadyhadagirlfriend.”

“It’sfine,”ItoldherstifflyasIstartedthecar.“It’snotlikehemademeanypromises.”

“It’snotfine,andyouknowit,”sheansweredinsistently.

Isatthereforamoment,staringstraightaheadattheparkedcarinfrontofme,myhandsstillshakingfrom
theshockofseeingMarcuswithsomebodyelse.Myfeelingsforhimweretoonew,toofragile,too…
important.“You’reright,”Iansweredinatremulousvoice.“I’mnotfine.”

Iburstintotears,sobsofbetrayalwrackingmybodyasIputmyforeheadagainstthesteeringwheel,my
sistertryingtocomfortmeasIletgoofallmypain.

*****

Blake

IwaitedeightfuckingdaysforHarpertocallme.

Nocall.

Novisits.

Nonewsatall.

NotasinglewordcamefromthefemalewhohadrockedmyworldonChristmasEve.

Ihadtoheadbacktocampus,butfirst,Iwantedtofindoutwhathappened.Ineededtoknowifshewas
okay.

I’dgivenherthespaceshe’daskedfor.ButIwasdonewithkeepingmydistance.

IknewIwaslyingtomyselfaboutjustwantingtocheckonher.Truthwas,Ineededtoseeherbeautiful
faceagain.IwantedtokisshergoodbyeandtellherthatIwastheretosupportherifsheneededmy
help.

Theprimitivemaleinsidemewantedtoclaimhersomehow—beforeIleftColorado.Iwantedtomake
surewe’dbetogether,eveniftherewasdistancebetweenusforawhile.

Irangthedoorbellatherhouse,slightlynervousabouthowshe’dactwhenshesawmeonherdoorstep.

Yeah,I’dknownshehadtohavetimetoworkthingsoutwithherfolks,butIhonestlyhadn’texpectedher
totakethislongtocallme.Itmadememorethanalittlenervous.

Thedoorswungopen,andIlookedhopefullyatthefemalewhoanswered.MyenthusiasmdiedoutasI
recognizedhersister,Dani.

I’dalwaysconsideredDanicatobethe“nice”sister.Whenwe’dmetaskids,she’dalwaysbeennicer
andkinderthanHarper.

However,thescowlonherfaceasshelookedmeupanddownwithdisdainworriedme.

“Whatdoyouwant?”shequestionedhostilely,likeIwasherworstenemy.

“I’monmywaybacktocampus.IwantedtoseeHarperbeforeIgo.”

“She’snothere.Andbelieveme,thelastpersonshe’dwanttoseeisyou,”sheansweredangrily.

Ifrowned.“Why?”

“Youbrokeherheart,asshole,”Danianswered,hervoiceicywithcontempt.“Youliedtoher.You
shouldhavetoldher.Weranintoyourmotherintown.Shetoldusthetruth.”

Oh.Shit.

MygutturnedasIrealizedthatmymotherhadprobablytoldHarperthatitwasn’tMarcuswhoofferedto
gointoDenvertoseeifhecouldtrackherdown.Itwasn’tMarcuswhofuckedher.Itwasn’tMarcus
whowascrazyabouther.

“Iwantedtotellher—”

“Saveit,”Danirepliedwithaprotectivegrowl.“Shedoesn’twanttoseeyouagain.She’llgetoverit
andfindsomebodyhonest.She’schanged,andsheneedsaguywhocanappreciateher.”

“Icare—”

“Bullshit!Youdon’tlietoawomanyoucareabout.”

“Ididn’treallylie.Sheneverasked,”Isaiddefensively,wonderinghowI’deverconsideredDanitobe
thekinderLawsonsister.

“Sheshouldn’thavehadtoask,”Daniretortedangrily.“Shedeservesbetterthanyou.Gobackto
campusandfuckeverywomanthere.Butleavemysisteralone.”

IhadtostepbackasDanislammedthedoorinmyface.

IconsideredhammeringonthewooduntilshecamebackandtoldmewhereHarperwasrightnow,but
thenIconsideredthefactthatIreallyhadneglectedtoverifyifsheknewexactlywhowastakingher
virginity.IknewMarcusandIwereidentical.Itjusthadn’toccurredtomethatshemightnotknowI
was…me.

“Fuck!”IcursedaloudasIjoggedbacktomycar,angryatmyselffornotcontactinghersooner.Ishould
haveknownsomethingwaswrong,andeverydaythatpassedhadmethatmuchmoretiedupinknots.

Ijumpedintothecartoavoidthebitter-coldwindsthatwereblowing,andstartedthevehicle.

Hell,she’dbeenavirgin,andmaybeithadbeenashocktofindoutthattheguyshe’dthoughthadbeen
herfirstwasreallyadifferentguyaltogether.

Wouldshegetoverit?

Wouldsheeventuallycallme,understandingthatwhatIdidwasn’tintentional?

Igunnedtheengine,slidingalittleasIdidaU-turnontheicystreet.

I’dneverbeenasirrationalasIwasrightnow,andIsworetomyselfrightthenandtherethatI’dwaither
out.Ifshedidn’tcallme,I’dtrytocallher.Icouldbeastubbornbastard,andIwantedHarpersodamn
muchthatI’dwait…evenifittookforeveruntilshecamearound.

IheadedbacktocampusbecauseIhadto,neverinamillionyearsconsideringthatitwouldtaketwelve
yearsuntilIsawmybeautifulChristmasvirgin’sfaceagain.Andthatwhenwefinallydidmeetup,we’d
bothbeverydifferentpeople,andthingswouldneverbethesameagain.

*****EndofPrelude*****

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