30. Edu

30

EDU

I called a friend and had him immediately set up a room for Harper. The moment she consented, I dragged her out of the house, not even waiting for her to tell her brother she was going with me. I wasn't sure what came over me, but the thought of her walking out of my life was something I couldn't tolerate. Clearly, a fuck buddy relationship with her was no longer tenable. Things were going to have to change, and I was going to have to suck it up. I could deal with that as long as I could still fuck that perfect ass, watch her choke on my cock, bury my dick in her pussy, and fuck those tits.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked as we pulled up to the tattoo shop.

"No place better," I grinned, getting out to help her down. Her hands shook slightly as Jared opened the door for us and let us in. It was still too early for them to be open. He tended to keep late hours for most of his clients, but I knew he wouldn't have a problem opening early for me.

"Hey, man."

I shook his hand and wrapped my arm around Harper. "This is my girl, Harper. "

He quirked an eyebrow at her, laughing slightly. "No shit. Alright, come in."

"Your girl?" she asked as I walked inside with her.

"I think we've established that just fucking is out of the question."

"So, what'll it be?"

"I need you to pierce her tits."

Harper choked on a gasp at my words. "Edu!"

"What? He's done this before."

Jared chuckled. "No problem. Are we doing one or both today?"

"Both?" Harper asked.

"There are benefits," he continued. "Only one healing time. However," he said, quirking his eyebrows at me. "Absolutely no touching until at least four months have passed."

"None?"

"Not your mouth or your fingers."

Fucking hell. I wasn't sure I could keep my hands off her tits for that long. "Just one."

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Harper scowled.

I pulled her against me, letting her feel how fucking hard I was for her. "I want to fuck those tits. I want to suck them into my mouth and make you come from just my tongue. So, no. You don't get a say in this."

She cleared her throat and stepped back. "Just one."

"Which one?"

She shrugged. "Let him decide."

Jared laughed, shooting me a knowing look. I was the guy that vowed to never be in a relationship, and here I was, telling him I had a girl. She was giving me full rights over her body, and he knew that meant something.

"Come on back. I'll get everything set up while you choose what you want. I recommend barbells to start. It's better for healing, and less likely it'll get caught on…anything."

I chuckled as I followed behind him, pulling Harper along with me. I could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest with every step we took. She didn't seem much interested in picking out the jewelry, so I did that for her. By the time Jared was set up, Harper was well on her way to a panic attack.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

She nodded. "Yeah, just…nervous about…" she flicked her gaze to Jared.

"About him seeing you?"

She nodded again.

"Pookie, the only one who gets to touch you and get any pleasure from it is me. He's just doing a job. He's a good guy."

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, on the table. I'll need your shirt and bra off. I'll cover you as best I can, but there's no one here but us."

"It's fine," she said, laying down after dragging her shirt over her head.

Fucking hell, this was a terrible idea. What the hell was I thinking? How was I going to keep my dick in my pants with her topless?

Jared cleared his throat. "Um…it helps if the nipples are…erect when they're pierced."

Harper's face flamed bright red as I took the seat beside her. Jared turned to give us privacy. I leaned into her, pressing my mouth to her ear. "Don't be scared, Pookie. I'm here."

"I'm not."

I slid my hand up her chest, pinching her nipple in my hand. "He's not looking. But fucking hell, I wish he was." She sucked in a breath that made my cock even harder. "I'd let him watch as I sucked your pretty nipples in my mouth. Maybe I'd even slide my fingers into your pants and fuck your pussy while he watches."

Her breathing picked up as I twisted her nipple, pinching it hard. "Do you want that?"

"I want to fuck you hard right now. I want to bury my cock down your throat and watch you gag on my length. Fuck, I want to shove my fingers in your pussy and twist on that pretty stud." Come to think of it… "How the hell did you get that stud pierced?"

"I was drunk," she chuckled. "I mean, I got drunk at the studio to do it. I don't remember much. "

"Fucking hell, Harper. When you're pierced, I'm taking you right here on this table. I can't wait another fucking minute."

Jared coughed out a laugh, but otherwise kept it professional. I wasn't fucking lying. I wasn't waiting to get her home to fuck her.

"You ready, Pookie?"

Her beautiful eyes were filled with lust as she nodded. I held her hand and tried my damndest not to watch as Jared marked her tit. But in the end, I couldn't help myself. I needed to see what he was doing and watch as he pierced her skin with the needle. It was over in the blink of an eye, and once she was all cleaned up and bandaged, I tore the instructions out of his hands while he made himself scarce.

I hauled Harper off the bench and settled her over my lap, straddling my thighs. There were so many ways that I wanted to fuck her right now, but I needed to see her tits bouncing in my face as she rode my cock. Unfortunately, she had other plans. She slid off my legs and dropped to her knees, quickly undoing my pants.

"Make me choke on you."

I swallowed hard and slid my pants down, pulling out my cock and giving it a good stroke. As she opened her mouth for me, I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock deep into her throat. I hissed in a breath as she took me deep, sucking me hard as she tried her best not to gag. Just the sight of her with tears in her eyes about made me come.

I pulled out, giving her just a second to breathe before thrusting back inside her. The noises she made were fucking erotic as hell. Over and over, I choked her. I watched as tears and spit dribbled down her face. I grew hard as she pulled me even closer when I tried to pull away.

"You want more? You want to choke on me?" I asked.

She nodded and I grabbed her hair, pulling tight as I fucked my cock into her throat, fucking her so hard I knew she couldn't breathe. Her nails bit into my skin as my balls slapped against her throat.

"Fuck, Harper. Take my cock. Swallow all of it."

She moaned, pulling me closer and closing her eyes as her lips latched around me and refused to let me go. Then her fingers closed around my balls and I was a goner. I shot off deep inside her throat, filling her with my cum, but I knew I wasn't done. I would never fucking be done.

I hauled her off her feet and laid her out on the bench, stripping her pants from her body. I was on her in seconds, feasting on her pussy as I played with her clit. I was savage, thrusting my tongue in and out of her, lapping up all of her juices and fucking her for as long as she could take it. Her screams of pleasure faded into the background as I focused on drawing out every last drop from her sweet pussy.

Her legs clasped around my head and her fingers latched onto my ears. She tugged hard, and that was when I finally came up for air just long enough to see her in the throws of another orgasm. I watched her pussy quiver as I thumbed her little button one last time.

She was absolutely exquisite as she came. Her head tossed back and her mouth opened as she called out to me. I climbed over her body and smashed my lips to hers, drinking up her cries.

"Harper," I panted, staring into her dream-filled eyes.

I felt the words fill me up, but I refused to speak them. I just stared at her, swallowing down the emotions I didn't want to accept. One day, I would walk away from her. She'd hate me for it. And I'd hate myself.

But there was no denying that day was coming.

"Yeah, I'm getting on the plane now."

"When will I hear from you again?" she asked.

Normally, that question would have bugged the shit out of me, but after everything that happened with Harper recently, I found myself smiling at the want in her voice.

"I don't know. It'll depend on how the op goes. I'll check in when I can."

"Be safe," she admonished. "And make sure you don't stick your dick in anyone else while you're out there."

I huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure there are plenty of avocado farmers just waiting for an American to come down and fuck them."

"It could happen. "

Lock was smirking at me and my good mood instantly faded. "I have to go."

"Yeah, go save the world."

"Not the entire world. Just a portion of it." I hung up without another word and shoved my phone in my pocket. "What are you grinning at?"

"Oh, nothing. Just the lone ranger of the group who vowed to never be in a relationship."

"It's not—" I stopped myself before I could lie any further. Sitting down across from him, I allowed myself a moment of realism. "Okay, maybe it's a relationship, but not the kind you're thinking of."

"Right, because all of your relationships so far have been so similar to this. Face it, you're falling in love with her."

I dropped my gaze, staring at the floor like I wanted to murder it. "It can't last."

"You can allow yourself to be happy."

"Not like that."

"Edu, you're not your father."

I clenched my jaw, fighting off the anger that always got to me when I thought of him. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I won't turn out like him."

"I highly doubt that."

He didn't know. I never told him all of it. And if he did know, he would tell me to stay far away from all women for the rest of my life. I knew what lived inside me. I knew the demons that would surface if I ever let things get out of control. And I wouldn't let that happen, especially not to someone as beautiful and innocent as Harper.

I smirked at the word innocent. Then I thought of her lying on the table, getting her nipple pierced and squirming as I played with her pussy. No, Harper wasn't innocent, but she definitely wasn't made to fight off an asshole like me.

"Have you even talked to her about it?"

I snapped my gaze to his. "No, and she won't find out about it."

"Why not?"

"Because she'd want to fix me. She'd think that with some help, it would be fine. I won't give her that kind of hope. "

He shook his head at me. "You're not just denying her. You're denying yourself. You could be happy if you just fucking tried."

"Tried?" I said, my voice barely a growl. "You think I should try after what I've done?"

"You're blowing this out of proportion."

He didn't have to live with it the way I did. Only I knew the truth of what happened that day. He only knew part of it. Would he still look at me the same if he realized the kind of brutality I was capable of?

"Edu—"

I stood and went to the back of the plane, away from all the guys. Away from the nagging that I was sure to get if I hung around Lock any longer. The plane started down the runway, and I sat down in a seat, staring out the window as that day flashed through my mind.

"Edu, you have to come home."

The pleading in my mother's voice had me getting up and heading to the door. I was at the recruitment office, ready to get the hell out of this town and my house.

"Mom, I'm not coming home."

"He's going to kill me, Edu," my mother pleaded.

By the slurring in her voice, she was already on her third cocktail. Anger filled me as I tried to figure out what to do. I could walk back into the office and finish filling out the paperwork, or I could get dragged back into another fight between my mother and father.

And then I wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

My father hadn't ever hit me. Not until I turned thirteen and he started taking his anger out on my mother. In his eyes, if I was old enough to stand up to him, I was old enough to take his fists.

"Edu, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

I glanced back through the window and almost decided to leave, but something stopped me. This was a turning point in my life, and if I didn't take it, I might never.

"I'm not coming home."

"Edu, you are my son. You have to protect me!"

"Like you protected me?" I asked as anger flowed through me. "I took all those hits for you for years, and you didn't once try to protect me. In fact, you goaded Dad for fun, knowing I would pay the price."

"Your father's temper is out of control. You have to come home!"

"No. Not this time."

I hung up and walked back inside. The men could tell something had happened, but they didn't ask questions, and I didn't offer any information. Once I was done, I shook their hands and walked out, finally feeling like my life was about to start.

As I walked up the steps to my house, I thought I heard a scream. I didn't rush inside. Instead, I sat on the steps for a good five minutes, trying to block out the facts of my life. It would all be over soon. I would be free of them and never see them again.

I just had to tell them I was leaving.

I got up and headed inside, instantly on alert. Something was different. There was a silence that filtered through the house, along with a pungent smell that pricked my nose. I moved silently, terrified of what I would find.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I knew my life would never be the same. My mother laid on the floor with a knife sticking out of her chest, and my father hovered over her, stumbling to his feet. I didn't think. I grabbed the first thing I could find and slammed it over his head repeatedly until he fell to the floor. Blood pooled beneath his head, and his body was still.

Stumbling back a step, I stared at the weapon in my hands and knew my life was over. I had killed my father. I looked at my mother, shaking my head as I came to the realization that there were two murderers in this house. With shaky hands, I wiped my prints from the statue and dropped it to the ground.

If I left now, no one would ever know I was responsible for my father's death.

"Edu."

My head snapped to the left at the sound of my name being called. Pushing to my feet, I walked to the front of the plane where the guys were gathered. "What's up?"

"We're landing soon. You ready?"

Landing soon? How long had I been replaying that day in my head? I avoided things like this for a reason. It always put me in a bad mood, and that wasn't good for a mission. I needed to be focused, only thinking about what was ahead of me. So, I pushed that day from my mind and took a seat at the table.

"I'm ready. Let's do this."

Lock nodded and pulled out the map, getting us ready for the drop zone. We'd been over it a thousand times, but Lock was the most thorough leader I'd ever had. He'd saved our lives ten times over with his immaculate plans. I wasn't about to interrupt him now when he was in his element.

"Alright. You all know what to do. Let's get in and take out these fuckers."

We all nodded and Fox walked from the cockpit over to us. "For Cash."

"For Cash," we agreed.