“Hey, sexy.” Stacey messages me. “What are you up to?”

           “Busy.” I write back and set my phone on my table.

           It’s been six years since my ears trapped the words ‘Goodbye, Noah’ from Harper. Six years and there’s nothing I can do about it. I want her back. I miss her more than anything on this planet, but there is no way to get her back. I realize that my heart always felt for Stacey, but Harper was ‘the one’. And I changed her direction in life in the worst possible way.

           Harper left my office that day bawling her eyes out. Those tears made it hard for her to see, and she decided to get on the freeway, going eighty. The officers said she didn’t feel a thing when she hit that guardrail.

           She’s gone. She’s been gone for six years. And it’s the greatest pain I will ever feel.

           At least that is what I want to book to read. My second book is due out soon, and I’m not even finished writing it. Stacey and Harper agreed. Each one can have me one week and then the next. Then it turned into me busting Harper and Stacey sleeping together. Then a threesome happened. Then we all got married. A three-way marriage.

           That would be a great addition to the book. But they won’t let me write about that. What actually happened was Stacey punched Harper, and that made me realize Harper was the true and only one for me. Then Harper ended up pregnant with my baby, and we’ve found happiness.

           All of these endings are unique and interesting in their own way. But the truth is…It’s been six months and Harper has moved out of town. She left me, and Stacey has convinced me to hang around her. Hanging around means fucking her and filling the giant fucking hole in my heart that Harper has left me with.

           I’ve called her and texted her. I’ve sent people to find her, but she doesn’t want to be found. I’m in love with Harper, and I realized that when she left.

           It’s true what people say. ‘You never know what you got until it’s gone.’

           Six months have felt like six lifetimes, and I need Harper more than anything. Harper wasn’t wrong. I am in love with Stacey and always will be. But Stacey doesn’t hold my heart. Harper is the one who holds it. And she never even let me prove it to her. She left town the same day, and I haven’t been able to find her.

           “Hey!” Stacey says, walking into the kitchen. “Are you getting my messages?”

           I roll my eyes. “I just sent you one back. Were you in the house when you wrote that?”

           “Naked on your bed.”

           My eyes dart to her naked body. “Oh. I had no fucking clue you were naked.”

           “Come fuck me.” She smiles and runs her finger down the middle of her chest. “You’ve got nothing else going on.”

           “I’m not in the mood,” I say while staring at my laptop.

           “For a man who’s always horny, you have hardly fucked me over the past six months. It’s Harper. I’ve said it a thousand fucking times in the past six months. You can’t get over Harper, just like you couldn’t get over me when I left. But I know, because I wore those fucking shoes. You will get over her, babe. You two were never meant to be. You know it’s always been me. I mean, you cheated on Ivy with me over and over and over…” She closes her eyes and sucks in her saliva like she’s starving. “Baby. Please come and give it to me. I’m wildly aroused. And I’m soaked. And I’m willing to let you put it in any hole you want.”

           “Not now, Stacey!” I snap angrily. “I’m trying to get my fucking work done. I love you but damn it!”

           I’m lying to her. I’m not getting any work done. And I’ve been hungry for sex for days.

           She steps back and covers her naked body. Her eyes look into mine like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry. I just thought…”

           “No,” I say softly and stand up to walk toward her. “I’m sorry. I never should have snapped. You’re trying so hard to give me you, and I’m denying it. I’m sorry.”

           “It’s okay.” She says softly but looks defensive while stepping back. “I’ll go put some clothes on.”

           I wrap my hand around her wrist. “Hold on, beautiful. Don’t put clothes on.”

           She lowers her head and puts it gently on my chest. “I don’t like seeing you like this, baby. I want you to be happy. And I thought that was me. I thought I was the one who would make you the happiest ever. Was I wrong?”

           “No,” I say while wrapping my arms around her naked body. “You do make me happy, Stace. You have no fucking idea how happy I am to have you.”

           I’m lying to her. She does make me happy. But she’s not the one my heart has been begging me to cure its pain with. She’s been the distraction…a lovely distraction.

           Jesus! Am I a horrible person? I’m in love with Harper, but my heart still aches for Stacey. And her naked body only creates a heavier tension inside of me. And Harper left me, thinking I wanted Stacey.

           “Fuck me, sir.” She whispers and slides her fingers into the string of my shorts. “Take whatever anger you have and release it on me.”

           She raises her head, her soft and freshly washed body rubs against mine, causing that ache in my cock to grow. She gently presses her soft and inviting lips to mine, instantly causing precum to drip from my cock. This girl is too forgiving and too in love with me.

           If I rewound life, I’d see a pattern over the years. Harper was right about all of it. The moment Stacey lost her virginity to me was the moment she and I both fell in love with each other. Stacey has been the glue to everything that has happened to me over the past few years.

Harper was also right about Stacey having something to do with my choosing Harper after Ivy left. Harper and Stacey have a lot in common and look eerily similar. When I met Harper the night on that roof, for a split second, I thought she was Stacey. I fell hard in love with Harper because of the similarity between the two of them.

Stacey has always been the one…until Harper came along. Now, my mind has been twisted for the past six months while I search for Harper.

My body tenses, bringing me back to reality and back to Stacey stroking her hand along my aching cock. Her breaths are already rapid, and her body is already feeling like it could tremble.

I peel my lips from hers, catching my breath and bringing my fingers to her chin. “How are you so aroused?”

           She playfully flashes her eyebrows with that innocent smile she knows how to give me. “Why am I naked with slightly damp hair?”

           I gently run my fingers along her naked chest, reaching her breast and listening to her gasp as I playfully clamp them on her nipples. “Because you showered?”

           She nods, biting hard on her bottom lip, and whimpers as I slide my other fingers along her clit. “Yes, sir.”

           “You’re soaked,” I say, removing my fingers from her nipples and bringing my hand around to her ass. “Did you pleasure yourself already?”

           She closes her sex-drunk eyes, exhaling a shaky breath as I gently pleasure her pussy and slide my other fingers along the rim of her asshole. “I did. I couldn’t hold off. And I figured you were too busy. So, I didn’t want to bother you.”

           “Yet, you bothered me,” I say, fighting the urge to groan as she continues stroking my cock, my precum acting as a lubricant which only increases the pleasure. “And you’re the only woman on this planet who has yet to let me fuck her with my toys, ropes, belts, or any of that. You refuse to let me spank you. You refuse slight pain. You refuse so much of what I long for. Yet, I still manage to choose you.”

           She slowly turns us around, causing her naked body to lean against my desk. She pulls my shorts as she sits her ass on my desk. “You know me, babe. I don’t do that weird BDSM stuff. But you’ve had me in every fucking position, every way possible, including every one of the pleasure spots on my body. Does that scare you away from me? Not being able to tie me up and control me?”

           Harper would let me tie her up! Fuck! I have to let this moment be ‘this moment’.

           “No,” I say softly while she slowly begins to slide my shorts down. “It doesn’t scare me away.”

           “Good.” She rasps as my shorts drop to my ankles. “What are you waiting for?”

           As if time itself disappears, just like that her inviting and seductive moans fill my ears as I thrust my cock deep inside of her. She’s aroused me enough for me to become shaky, and I love it when I’m shaky.

           She wraps her hands around my shirt, tugging it to pull me in tighter and returning her hot and inviting lips to mine. That causes my cock to throb and spasm while my heart pounds harder.

           I thrust, the sound of the desk shaking turns me on even more. My hands are all over her body as our lips collide and our tongues intertwine with such passion.

           Her pussy still feels the same as it always has. Tight and warm, trying to milk me well before I come. Our bodies together are like two universes colliding, and the way her hands hold onto my shirt like it’s life or death somehow manages to make me ache even more.

           My pelvis slaps against hers with every thrust, driving her body to tremble and causing her kisses to become less as it’s a struggle for us to catch our breaths.

           I peel my lips from hers, my sweaty face revealing these sex-drunk eyes I have for her. “Stacey…I’m in love with Harper.”

           “I know.” She whispers and grinds her body along with my thrusts. “But you’re also in love with me.”

           I nod. “I am. And it fucking sucks.”

           She chuckles and whimpers as my cock buries deeper inside of her. “Don’t let it suck. She says softly. Just let this moment be. And if you need to think of me as Harper, do it. I’m always going to be in love with you. And I know no matter how many girls you’re in love with, I will always be number one.”

           She’s right. I am madly in love with Harper, but Stacey was in the back of my mind from time to time when I would fuck Harper. And now…for the past six months…It’s been Harper on the back of my mind while I fight to find her.

           “Here.” She says and pushes her hands against my chest to stop me. “Let me stand up.”

           I stop and slide my aching cock out of her spasming pussy. “Why? What are you doing?”

           She turns around and bends over. And even though we’ve fucked many times like this, it’s this specific time that she looks identical to Harper from the back. The curves, the soft skin, the skin color, and even the length of the same-colored hair sit perfectly on her back.

           I rub the tip of my cock along her pussy lips preparing to slide it back in, but she slaps my hand and grabs my cock.

I groan from back of my throat, almost wanting to fall forward from the pleasure as she slides my tip into her drenched asshole. She carefully moves her ass back, controlling the penetration of my cock and how deep it’s going.

“Call me Harper if you want, baby. But just know she’d never let you put it in her ass.”

I’m not about to tell her she already did.

I slide deeper, slowly grinding my body along hers. Her soft moans and rapid breaths are eerily similar to Harpers and it’s a fucking turn-on so bad my cock is waiting to release inside of her.

I thrust, my hands pressing along the lining of her lower back and my hips struggling to stand strong from the amount of pleasure her ass is giving me.

“Please, daddy.” She begs, purposely trying to sound like Harper and I can’t fucking hold off.

“Jesus!” I moan and my cock begins to throb deep in her ass, her moans just as loud as mine while her ass spasms and helps milk my fucking cock.

“Two thrusts.” I exhale a shaky breath. “It took two fucking thrusts, and I came. This is why I love you, baby.”

“You love me and Harper.” She struggles to speak while grinding her ass against my pelvis with rapid breaths and moans. “And I was able to help give you the best of both worlds.”

 I incline, my arm quickly wrapping around her stomach as I let myself thrust again, forcing her to moan again and releasing the last bit of whatever orgasm is left inside of me.

Stacey is fucked up for allowing herself to let me love another woman and even go as far as to roleplay as that woman. But! I can see why she’s doing it too. Her cherry-flavored ChapStick is always going to be in the back of my head and on my lips. Harper is my world, but somehow Stacey is the one who makes my world go round.