“Mom ...” Harper warned her.
Mrs. Mass seemed to shake it off and just smiled at me. I knew at that moment I would never lie to this woman. First of all, I didn’t make a habit of lying. Secondly, it would be futile. She dealt with professional liars on a daily basis.
EVERYONE LEFT AFTER they’d made plans to go shopping tomorrow. Mom bragged that since I was rich now, she wouldn’t feel bad about using the debit card I gave her. The problem I had was figuring out if she was joking or not.
Both she and Dad were working full time, but sometimes they used the cards I got them. I should clarify that: they didn’t use the card unless they told me they were doing so. They’d used it to order airline tickets to Utah and for some Christmas shopping. Dad had tried to start paying me back for the money they’d borrowed while Mom was sick. I finally convinced him he needed to look at a weekly grocery bill and average it out over the years since I was born. When I added in clothes and the rest of my upkeep, he thought I owed him money.
Twenty minutes after everyone had left I heard a soft knock at my door. I was happy to see it was Harper.
I pulled her into my arms and gently kissed her.
“What’s your mom going to think about this?” I asked Harper.
“Why? Do you plan on telling her?” she asked.
“You’re kidding, right? All your mom would have to do is look at us and she’d be able to tell we’d been up to all kinds of fun. She’s a little scary,” I said, letting my fears show through.
“What’s a little statutory rape between friends?”
She looked down as the lump in my pants disappeared.
“Oh, baby. I’d never let my mom put you in jail,” she assured me.
“I don’t know if we should do anything if she’s just down the hall.”
“And my roommate,” Harper finished.
I started shoving her towards the door.
“Go, before she worries,” I said while trying to hustle her out the door.
“You know, big bad Stryker would never be such a wuss,” Harper said as she tickled me.
“Big bad Stryker isn’t here.”
“I bet if you shaved your head and took your shirt off he would be. I want to be ravaged by the bad boy of the galaxy,” she said as she cupped my package. She wasn’t playing fair. The little boy in me wanted to be the bad boy of the galaxy and ravage Harper. Mr. Happy made a serious play for control to the body. It didn’t take much to convince me to go shave my head. I was doing this for Harper, after all.
I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was a little sad as I shaved my head. I’d brought dark blue silk pajama bottoms with me. Angie said I looked good in them, so I hoped Harper would think the same. I got out a skin cream to give my skin a slight sheen. In essence, I oiled up to highlight my muscle definition. I was going to give Harper the Stryker experience.
I strode back into the bedroom with confidence. Remembering the scene I’d done to get the part, I pulled out a chair and put it in the middle of the room.
“Sit,” I ordered her.
Harper flushed when I commanded her; she was in no way submissive. I could never see her agreeing to allow me to tie her up, or to order her around. I turned my back on her for a moment to get into character. I had a slight smile on my face and watched as Harper reacted to the feral look I gave her as I turned to take her in. Harper’s eyes widened when she realized I was fully into my role now. I walked up to her, making her eye-level with my groin. She began to get a little nervous. I just smirked at her as I played up the rogue.
“You look like you’re going to devour me,” Harper said, and she licked her lips.
I reached out and caressed her cheek, drawing her eyes to mine.
“The chase is about feeling what your prey is feeling,” I said, remembering the lines.
“Okay,” Harper responded with a nervous flutter of her hand.
I slowly circled her, as if stalking her. She watched as I gracefully moved.
“It’s all about the timing, when you make your move. Not when you’re ready, but when they are. The anticipation builds. When they know what’s coming. Every nerve-ending is tingling and ready for it. It’s the moment when they’re most alive, with the expectation that the hunter has them in his sights,” I told her.
“Are you trying to seduce me, David?” Harper asked.
I kept a straight face. Bree had said those same words to me at the audition.
“No,” I said as I grasped her hair. “That part is already done.”
I pulled her up out of the chair and she came willingly into my arms. I looked her in the eye for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her with a fierceness that communicated my desire to possess her. Harper ran her hands up my back and grasped me at the base of the neck. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I walked us into the bedroom and laid her on her back as I covered her. She had me wrapped up and was not letting go.
All the times I’d been with Harper came flooding back to me. This was what was missing. I was with someone I loved. Not just as a friend. I know I had a habit of falling hard for every girl who went out with me. With Harper, it felt different. It felt like we were both on the same page. I thought about just making love to her, but she’d asked for the Stryker experience. I wanted to make her happy, and vowed right then to give it my all.
I leaned back and broke our kiss. I looked deep into her eyes.
“Strip,” I ordered.
She gave me a shy look and bit her lower lip. She giggled when I pinched her nipple and I jumped up so she could get her clothes off. I went to the bathroom, got one of the big towels, and put it under Harper’s butt. I winked at her.
“Spread your legs, woman,” I ordered.
I grasped her thighs and slid my hands up until they were just under her knees. I then pushed her legs wide and back so I had unhindered access to her center. I rolled my tongue over her nubbin a couple of times and felt Harper stiffen and then grunt. I knew this meant she’d had a little orgasm. I was going to build her up to something she had never experienced before.
Now that I’d gotten her to climax once, I wanted to up the ante, so I buried two fingers in her and hunted for her G-spot. I knew I’d found it when she grabbed both of my ears and started guiding my tongue.
“Make me your woman!” she cried out, almost making me laugh.
I pulled my face up so I could watch her. Her eyes were closed as she made a funny face and grunted her arousal. What I wouldn’t give to have my phone close to take a picture of her at that very moment. She was just on the edge of orgasm and began to tense up. Then she came hard.
“Yes, Yes, YES!” she cried as she began to shudder.
As she began to recover, I put on a condom. Her eyes snapped open as she felt me slot myself and slowly sink to the bottom.
“Do me hard, Stryker!” she called.
I had other plans. I wanted to see how hard I could make her climax. She was huffing and grunting which meant that she was close. Her legs came up off the bed and wrapped around my waist. She used her heels to drive me harder into her. When she slammed her heels into my butt and held me there, I knew this was it. I reached between us and stimulated her.
“eeeeEEEEEEEEEEK!” she screamed, and then it suddenly stopped and she collapsed.
The look she gave me had me a little worried. I had seen Harper get in this state, and it usually meant she was ready for some serious fun.
“Stryker, you stud. Get back in me and we shall see what you’re made of,” she challenged me.
“I plan on breaking you,” I said with a big smile.
“Never!” she exclaimed.
“Okay, let’s go,” I said, jumping back onto the bed.
This time I flipped her over and took her from behind. I loved to see my hard flat stomach slap into the round orbs of her bottom. I reached up, grabbed her hair, and held her in place as I pounded her. I loved the sound as I drove into her. I started to sweat and could feel the burn in my stomach as I worked her over.