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The next morning Harper woke long enough to see Misha back into his rental car to make the drive back to Minneapolis for his game that evening.
“I wish you could stay longer.” She hugged him tightly.
“Me too.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Soon, I will be in New York for two nights. We’ll get a few hours then. Promise. Be good for Isaac.” He grinned, tilting her chin up. “Say hello to Pietr for me when you see him in...”
“Six days.”
“Yes. Six days.” He kissed her again. “I will text you when I get back to the cities so you know I made it okay. Have a good day. Go back to bed.”
“I miss you already,” she reported, walking him to the door.
“I miss you too. But, it won’t be long before I see you again.” He dropped his bag to pull her into one last tight hug. “I have to go or I’ll be late.”
“I know.” She gave him a little push. “Have a good game. Kick their asses.”
“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Misha,” she leaned in the doorway, watching him toss his bag into the passenger seat of the sedan he’d rented. A minute later, his taillights disappeared at the end of the driveway and out of sight.
She was awoken again a few hours later by her cellphone ringing. She groaned, looking at the screen. Her mother.
“What’s up? It’s early.”
“I got a gossipy phone call this morning from Gayle Plinkmann that you were out on the town with some big guy. Pietr isn’t in town yet, unless something happened?”
“No, Ma.” Harper sighed. “It was our friend Misha. He did a stream with Isaac and I last night.”
“Isaac.” She could hear her mother roll her eyes. “I don’t understand Harper, why you’d open yourself up to more of those rumors by inviting that man to stay with you.”
Harper sighed. “He’s my friend, Mother. Do I need permission to invite a friend into my own home?”
“It’s weird and suspicious,” Val retorted.
“To who?”
“To everyone!” Val announced. “Every time you go out with the man, people call me to ask what’s going on. If you’ve broken up with Pietr! If you’ve gone nuts!”
“Pietr and I are great,” Harper assured her. “Isaac is a friend. So is Misha. And I have every right to go out in public with my friends. Even if they’re men. You should tell those people to mind their own fucking business.”
“Harper, it’s indecent for a woman to—”
“Stop right there. Think about what you’re saying to me right now.”
“What? That I’m worried about my daughter?”
“No, that I’m a woman and that somehow being an independent person makes me incapable of doing anything.”
“Harper, I didn’t—”
“But you are. Why won’t you believe me?”
“Because you’ve kept your family out of the loop on important details of your life before. Because you don’t seem to think very highly of us.”
Harper sighed. “It’s like eight o’clock in the morning. I had a late night. Why don’t we wait and have this argument over dinner at Thanksgiving? Pietr and I can enlighten all of you since you’re so fucking nosy.”
“I don’t like your tone.”
“I’m not fond of yours either.”
“You’re insufferable. Perhaps Dad and I will stay home for Thanksgiving.”
“You certainly can. Dad is still invited if he wants to come. Maybe you can stop micromanaging for ten minutes to let him make his own decision.” Harper hung up and tossed her phone onto the nightstand once more.
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“What’s wrong?” Harper was still sleepy as she felt Isaac slide into bed with her far too early for the day before Thanksgiving. “We don’t have to leave to pick up Pietr until this afternoon.”
“No you don’t.” The soft voice made her smile. “He’s already here.” Pietr’s arms wrapped more tightly around her as he nuzzled her neck. She could feel the scruffiness of a beard against her skin.
“What are you doing here? Your flight wasn’t supposed to get in until like six tonight.”
“I know, but I couldn’t wait. I got as much done yesterday as I could. I switched to the six AM flight this morning. Standby saves the day.” He groaned. “Twenty-three days is too fucking long. Let’s not do this again. I don’t like it. I like you with me. All the time.” He began kissing her neck and shoulders then gasped. “Harper, are you naked?”
She laughed as he tugged the covers lower over her shoulders. “Yes. I had no idea where my clothes ended up last night. When Isaac went to bed, I didn’t care.”
“He didn’t sleep with you?” Pietr sounded curious.
Harper tipped her head back, looking up at him. “Not last night. He did a couple of times, but I got used to him going upstairs after I fell asleep.”
“Maybe your snoring keeps him awake.”
“I do not snore.”
“Yes, you do. Is like my own personal white noise machine,” he teased. “Apartment was so quiet, I had to buy an app just to get some sleep.”
“At least you’re not accusing me of sounding like a chainsaw or something.”
“Never.” He shifted over her, nudging her onto her back to finally kiss her lips. His hand slipped up her neck and into her hair as he drank her in with an extra moan of satisfaction. Harper returned it, fisting his t-shirt to pull him closer. Then her hands went to his cheeks, scratching his fresh beard.
“I missed you so much,” she murmured as he finally broke for breath.
“I missed you more. I’m very serious. Never again. A few days, okay. But a month? Fuck that,” he swore. “At least you had Isaac. I had nothing but these two hands and Isaac’s generous voice. You wouldn’t play with me.” He pouted as he sat back, straddling her hips.
“You’re here now. We can play all you want,” she said.
“True.” He tugged the covers down to her waist. He took his time, kissing her again as he stroked his hands up her torso, squeezed her breasts his in palms, and scraped his nails down her sides as he withdrew once more. He leaned back, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. He groaned, leaning into her touch. “Harper, I’m conflicted. I want to taste you so badly, but also... I’m enjoying the kissing and touching.”
“We can do whatever you want,” she answered. “Although, it’s great you’re here early. What about your parents? We were picking them up too.”
He grinned. “They are also here. They flew in last night, got a hotel in the cities. I picked them up and told them to go enjoy their new cottage. I am sure that we still start hearing complaints as soon as we emerge from this room. So, no rush.”
“Isaac will probably get up and make breakfast in a few minutes,” she told him.
“I saw him when I came in. I told him I needed some alone time with you. I’ll make you breakfast myself when we’re done. He can also help to entertain my parents. They like him and haven’t seen him since we were in LA.”
“Then we can do whatever you want until we’re hungry,” she replied. “No rush. But, take your jeans off before you get under the covers with me. It’s cold.”
“No shit.” He kissed her again briefly before hopping off the bed. “It was thirty degrees this morning in Minneapolis. A little warmer by the time we got here, but still.”
“Did you rent a car?”
“Da. It was easier.”
Harper shifted over, holding the covers open for him as he finished undressing.
“Augh, you’re cold,” she complained.
“Warm me up then.” He covered her again. Harper laughed, arms wrapping around his waist as he nuzzled her neck. “You’re very toasty. Not just my little white noise machine. Also make good bed warmer.” He groaned, nipping at her collarbone. “Where does all that heat come from, I wonder?” He raised an eyebrow, sinking lower and lower under the covers.
Harper bit back a groan as he settled between her thighs. While all her guys seemed to enjoy spending some time down there, Pietr’s enjoyment was the most evident. Misha was more apt to use his hands, but his tongue was just as skilled. Pulling out the toys with him the week before had been an exciting little switch as well. Isaac seemed to enjoy doing whatever she was willing to ask for and she’d noticed he put in a special effort to wait for the ask over the last few weeks.
She felt, more than heard, Pietr groan which sent a vibration up her body and she flinched forward. Lifting the blanket slightly to get a peek at the top of his head, he looked up at her, bright eyed and grinning.
“What?” He asked.
“Can you breathe down there like that?” She teased.
“Is okay.” He shrugged. “Hell of a way to die, da?””
She laughed, letting the blanket fall back down again and she folded her hands behind her head. She closed her eyes, trying to just focus in on his touch. His tongue. The roughness of the beard against her skin.
“Ack!” Pietr made her jerk in surprise as he threw back the covers. “I lie. Is not good way to die today.”
Harper snorted, shuffling to sit up a little in the pillows. “Was it air or heat?”
“A little of both,” he admitted. He wrapped her legs around his waist before leaning over her for more kisses.
“I enjoy the new beard.” She reached up to scritch his cheeks again. “Are you keeping it, or have you been too lazy to shave?”
“It was something to do with all my free time,” he replied. “You like? I have had beard before.”
“No, you’ve had scruff before. This is more of a complete look. It’s a little rough yet, but I like it.”
“It is kind of itchy. It feels good when you scratch.”
“Yeah?” She grinned. She flexed her fingers again, making him moan and lean into her touch.
“Da. You should try doing that downstairs sometime too,” he quipped. He sucked in a deep breath, pulling her hands away to tuck them above her head and leaned in to kiss her again. “I want to be inside you now. Okay?”
“Yes.” Harper peeked as he reached to angle himself before sliding inside. He hummed happily, nestled deep inside.
“Oh fuck that’s good.” He sighed. He let himself stretch over her again. His face in her neck as he rocked gently. He breathed lightly as she squeezed around him. “Just like that, baby.”
The rest of the room faded away, wrapped up in each other. Pietr showed zero concern for finding a finish, simply savoring being together. They both groaned, brought back to reality as Harper’s phone began to chirp at them.
“That is your medication alarm,” he sighed. He withdrew with a sigh and moved to her side. “Go ahead. You shouldn’t ignore it.”
“Sorry. So sorry.” She cupped his face to kiss him. She picked up the phone, tapping the stop button. She picked up her pillbox cracking open one of the compartments. She swallowed down two pills with a drink from her water bottle before moving back to Pietr.
“If you want to continue, you have to get on top,” he declared. He was comfortable in the pillows now, stroking his cock as he looked at her.
“I’m okay actually.” She shrugged. “I’ve had plenty of sex the last—” She laughed as he pulled her into his lap.
“Terrible. I am good, faithful boyfriend while you are here fucking our friends every day.” He smirked, letting her know he was teasing. “How was Meesh?”
She bit back a smile. “He was good. Tired. But good.”
“I hope you helped to recharge him?”
“I think he was feeling a little more like himself when he left.”
“Good.” He dug his hand into her hair, tugging her closer. “Do the same for me. You are off to a good start, I promise.” They shared another long, warm, savoring kiss before Harper shifted onto her knees. She reached between them to lead Pietr back inside her. She rocked against him, arms around his neck.
“Take your time. Whatever feels good.” He let go of her hair, brushing locks out of her face. “Maybe we cum together.”
“Maybe.”
Pietr murmured, lips against her skin, more encouragement. He held her close, rocking back against her. He watched her close her eyes again, trying to find a rhythm or to hit a spot that felt good, but she couldn’t quite seem to find it.
“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her tightly to a stop. “You want to switch?”
“I can do this.” She bit her bottom lip.
“Da. You are very good. I like this, but you don’t seem to. That is why I ask.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Harper shook her head. “I just...I’m nervous. Which is dumb.”
“Nervous?” Pietr let out a light laugh and smiled. “Why? I’ve lost count the number of times we’ve done this.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the lilac tattoo. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.”
“You don’t ever need to be nervous with me, lyubov moya. I am always happy to be with you.”
“Me too. Maybe that’s why. It feels like it’s been a long time. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Oh baby.” He hauled her up against him before rolling her onto her back. “You could never. The only thing that would disappoint me is if I don’t get to hear you make that sweet noise when you cum... Mainly because, that means I didn’t fill my side of things, eh?”
“Pietr,” Harper smiled, pressing a hand to his chest. Just over his own lilac tattoo. “My orgasm isn’t your responsibility.”
“That is enlightened thinking,” he mused. “Is also bullshit. Cum for me anyway.” He caught her lips, finally pumping into her a little harder, a little faster. She groaned against his mouth as he reached down between them, stroking his thumb over her clit.
“Da, da, da,” he whispered. “Here. Do this yourself.” He reached up, pulling her hand down to take over the work of his thumb. “Cum big, baby.”
Harper groaned, squeezing her eyes closed. A moment later, she was panting and Pietr got exactly what he wanted. He growled in her ear, pushing harder and deeper until his own telltale “ah, fuck” sounded. His cock twitched and Harper felt him begin to empty inside her. He kept stroking, riding the wave, until it finally ebbed.
He peppered her face with kisses, making his way down her neck and shoulder. He slipped out, wiping away the dampness that clung to him with a hand. His tongue went back to her center, lapping up the wetness and working up another, albeit smaller, orgasm from his fiancé.
“Your beard is a mess.” She laughed when he finally resurfaced again. She wiped a hand across his chin before kissing him. “I’m so glad we have a private bathroom here too.”
“I wouldn’t mind Isaac seeing it, but my parents? What a buzzkill.” He laughed, kissing her again. He settled into the pillows next to her, pulling her into a hug. “How have things been? Anything I should know about?”
Harper winced.
“Oh no. What happened?”