Rory follows behind me once again as I open the door to my house. I freeze my eyes connect to Noah’s and my heart sinks into my stomach…and my pussy alerts me that it has missed him.

           Son of a bitch.

           Ten minutes later, I am watching Noah and Rory have a conversation about stocks and psychology. Noah mentioned how I’m bipolar…thanks the Loryn. And surprise! Rory is also bipolar. Noah is just addicted to sex, and even though I haven’t spoken to him much this week, I’m still uncertain about this relationship between us…Although, I want to fuck the shit out of him. A week has been long enough.

           My sex-drunk and drunk eyes gaze at Noah like he’s a mystery in the universe. My teeth cannot help but clip the bottom of my lip, folding it in. My breaths through my nose grow shallower and my body alerts me that my nipples are starting to ache, and my pussy is lubricating itself as I watch Noah in just a t-shirt showing off his muscular body. Once again, he is wearing joggers and that man must pride himself in showing off his cock, because no man with a cock like that should be wearing joggers. The slightest move shows what he has in his pants. And there is no way in hell he doesn’t know his pants show it.

           Loryn grabs my attention by scooting her chair closer to me. “Do you think Rory has noticed?” She whispers while we both watch these two guys now talk about sports.

           I lean closer to her, my elbows pressing hard against the table. “Noticed what?”

           She releases a single quiet laugh. “The monster in his pants.”

           “You noticed?” I ask.

           “It’s not exactly hiding.” She interjects and gestures her hand toward it. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I wouldn’t be able to take that entire thing.”

           “I do.” I’m quick to say and smile as she gasps. “But relax. It’s not a monster. It’s a little more than average. He’s a shower, not a grower. Although it does grow a little bit when he’s hard and it expands when he orgasms.”

           I can see as she fights her eyes from looking at the outline in his joggers. “How does the condom not break every time?”

           I shake my head, my eyes also glued on his pleasuring masterpiece. “He hates condoms. We don’t use them.

           She gasps again. “Girl! You can get pregnant even on birth control.”

           I shrug. “He’s also a millionaire…maybe a billionaire. He has his way of making sure I don’t get pregnant. I never told anyone, because this thing between him and me was never too serious, but he sent me to a clinic that specializes in making sure women don’t get pregnant. But it’s a VERY expensive clinic. After that, I ghosted him and felt bad because of how much it cost. But he caused me to run off the first time.”

           She chuckles. “How drunk are you right now?”

           I shake my head while feeling my body vibrate with relaxed arousal. “I’m not that drunk. But I’m relaxed and fucking horny. He needs to hurry up with Rory so I can take him to my room and tell him how naughty I’ve been.”

           “Jesus.” She chuckles. “I keep forgetting that not only is he large, he’s also a freak. What is that like?”

           I laugh. “That’s a conversation for another time. Noah just looked at his watch, which means he’s just about done with Rory.”

           “Harper,” Noah says while looking into my sex-drunk and just-drunk eyes. “Are you ready?”

           “For what?” I ask while feeling confused.

           “You and I have to be at that charity event you promised me.”

           He’s fucking lying. But it’s a good ploy.

           “I’m a little drunk,” I say, knowing it doesn’t make a difference in his eyes.

           “And?” He raises an eyebrow. “I can sober you up.”

           Loryn’s eyes narrow with excitement. “I bet you can.”

           I fight back my laugh and elbow her. “Stop, girl!”

           Rory stands tall and opens the front door. “Harper, see you at work tomorrow?”

           Noah extends his hand out for me to grab while looking over his shoulder at Rory. “Doubtful. She’s put in fifty-four hours this week. I think she needs a break. Wouldn’t you agree, Rory?”

           Rory nods. “Yeah. She worked hard this week. I’ll let Roger know you won’t be in.”

           “Hold up!” I argue. “I never said I wasn’t working tomorrow. And Noah! You are not my fucking dad!”

           Ten minutes later, I’m in Noah’s car, almost forced. I’m disgusted and angered by him commanding me to take a day off and come with him.

           “You’re an asshole,” I say through gritted teeth. “And I cannot believe I agreed to come with you. What the hell is wrong with me?”

           “I forced you to.” He also says through gritted teeth. “Why do we fight so fucking much? I hate it. I want you, Harper. I don’t give a fuck what you want anymore when it comes to this relationship, because I want you. And I hate that you act like I can’t have you when in actuality I already have you.”

           “But you don’t,” I argue back.

           He breathes a loud, amused breath. “I don’t? I was at your house talking to Loryn before you came home. She told me everything. What is your fucking deal? Why are you like this? Why can’t you just accept the fact that you are in love with me?”

           “Because I’m not,” I say softly and carelessly. “I don’t know why you think I am in love with you, but I’m not. I love what we have together. And I’m not going to lie, I enjoy sex with you. But I’m not in love with you.”

           “Why are you denying yourself the truth?” He asks and speeds up the car. “Why can’t you just admit to yourself what you are truly feeling?”

           I shrug. “I don’t feel whatever you think I am feeling. Sorry.”

           My heart drops to my stomach, and my head falls numb as he slams on his brakes on this single-lane back road in wherever the hell he’s taken us.

           It’s dark, and the road is ceilinged with thick trees surrounding us. If he were a serial killer, he’d taken me to the perfect place to get the job done. If it wasn’t for the car lights, it’d be pitch black out here.

           “If you truly don’t want anything more than just this, then I can’t keep moving forward with you, Harper. I know I said that I could. But I fucking can’t. I can’t fathom the thought of you with another guy, knowing that pussy is mine, yet it’s not…God this is so fucking confusing.”

           “I want this, Noah,” I say softly and lower my head. “I do want this. But I am scared of relationships.”

           He slams his hands down on the steering wheel. “If you’re fucking scared, that is when you’re supposed to jump. You know that! Leap and let this fucking happen. Or move on and let me go. Because my emotions can’t do this anymore. At first, it was sex and that was formidable. But then came something more, and I fought it and kept fighting it. But now, it’s too deep into whatever we have, and I can’t fucking hide the fact that I am in love with you. And you’ve known it.”

           The anger radiating off him is sexy. And right now, it is not the time to be sexy. He doesn’t want ‘sexy’. He wants a relationship.

           The red in his face and the narrowing of his angered eyes have me wild. The way his hands grip the steering wheel and the way his body leans forward, his muscles pushing through the shirt. Fuck!

           “I know,” I say softly. “And I want this. I do! But I’ve never been one to jump. I’ve always stood still hoping for the best outcome.”

           “And the best outcome would be us, Harper!” He says pleadingly. “Why can’t you admit that? You can take my dick like it’s the best course of medication you’ve ever had, yet you can’t take my fucking heart?”

           My legs are clenched tight together, my heart pounds, and my body screams to jump on this man. Yet, he’s being dead serious, and I can’t imagine not having sex with him. I have a decision, and I know deep down my answer should be yes, but I’m so fucking conflicted and don’t know why. I mean, Jesus! I am drenched between my legs and only for him. My heart flutters when he calls me his. And I’m fighting with him because I don’t want it?

           “I changed into this skirt for a reason,” I say seductively. “And you know I don’t like skirts.”

           His eyes wave with confused anger. “You’re thinking about sex right now? Seriously?”

           “I’m thinking about us,” I say and nod my head between his legs at his hardened cock, visible in his pants. “I’m not the only one aroused.”

           “Of course, I’m aroused.” He says calmly. “You’re wearing a skirt with no panties on underneath, and you are probably soaking my interior. But that doesn’t change what I just said. If this isn’t an us, then I can’t fucking do this anymore.”