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“Cecil called me last night.”
“I thought I woke up and you were talking to someone. What did he want?”
“To talk. I invited him and Meesh to come to the house, after we get back from Europe.”
“Really?” Harper’s lips automatically quirked into a smile which she quickly tried to hide again.
“Don’t get too excited!” Pietr’s grin stuck. He pulled her close, pushing her against the edge of the kitchen counter. They’d brought their parents over to Lilac Manor. The older couples were taking stock of the grounds while Harper and Pietr were making lists of their necessities in the kitchen. He caught her lips in a slow, coaxing kiss.
“Who’s excited?” Harper finally asked as he released her.
“You are,” he murmured something she could only guess was dirty in Russian. “You can’t wait for Meesh’s giant horse cock to stretch you out again.” He nipped her chin. “Fuck if I don’t want those sloppy seconds.”
Harper gave a nervous laugh. “Pietr, our parents are outside.”
“It’s our house,” he reminded her. “I’m going to fuck you in every single room before the summer is over.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. Kitchen seems a good place to start. Sturdy farmhouse table. I bet it’s seen a lot of action over the years.”
“F—fuck,” Harper squirmed as he dipped a hand down the front of her leggings, “Pietr!”
“Sorry.” He drew in a breath taking a step back. He looked down at her, biting his lip. “It’s been a while.”
“I know. But, hopefully we can pick up our new bed later today and we can spend the night here.”
“There are beds here,” he reminded her.
“I know, but it’ll be special to have one bed that’s ours.”
He hummed with a small nod. “Okay, okay.”
“So...Misha and Cecil? They want to come visit?”
“I made the offer. Cecil said he’d talk to Misha about it. I say to not get excited, because it might only be talking. Get to know each other more. Ask questions.”
That could be good. Plus, being here would give them a chance to be more open. We know about their relationship. It’s private here. Us and them. No pressure to perform.”
“I agree. That was part of my making the offer too.”
“Not because you also are curious about Misha’s giant horse cock?”
“Oh, that thing is not going anywhere near my ass,” Pietr declared. He stepped forward again, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “I will admit, I might like to take a taste though. After I’ve watched him stretch you with it. Taste of the both of you.” He flicked his tongue against her lips and let out another groan. “I think we need to keep the island between us if we’re going to get any headway on that shopping list.”
“You two haven’t started your list yet?”
“Shit, Mom!” Harper jumped. “Are you done looking around outside?”
“The others are still talking about the possible layouts for the carriage house,” Val replied. “But I needed to pee. Bathroom?”
“Through the mudroom there,” Harper motioned.
“Thanks, honey.” Val gave them a smile before disappearing toward the bathroom.
“Your mother walks like a cat. Silent, ready to pounce,” Pietr teased in a hushed tone.
“We’re not giving her a spare key. Relax.” Harper patted his shoulder. “Come on. List.” She slipped away from him to pick up the pen from the kitchen island and the notepad she’d found in a drawer. “Let’s get this done so we can go shop for a bed.”
Pietr’s chest rumbled as he pinned her to the counter from behind. “Da. Bed is first priority. ...I cannot wait to fu—”
“Harper, sweetie,” Val called from the bathroom, “make sure you put toilet paper on that list. I’m not seeing any extra rolls here. And a plunger –you definitely don’t want to be caught without one of those!”
Pietr sighed, pressing a kiss to the back of Harper’s shoulder. “I am going outside to make sure our dads have not begun to undertake the renovation themselves. The contractor will probably be here in a few minutes anyway.” He rubbed his hand along Harper’s shoulders. “I love you.”
“I love you too. A few more hours, and we’ll get some real privacy, I promise.”
“I fucking hope so. This has been the longest ten days of my entire life.”
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[MISHA] Cecil said Pietr invited us to come see you in August.
[MISHA] I want to see you again.
[HARPER] Then you should come.
[MISHA] I worry that it’s a test? Can I control myself around people that we both know I want to fuck.
[HARPER] Is it just fucking? I think Cecil’s concern is more about feelings being involved.
[HARPER] Or, that’s the vibe I get.
[MISHA] Is it just fucking for you?
[HARPER] You know I like you.
[HARPER] Appreciate you.
[HARPER] I know it should be just fucking.
[MISHA] But it isn’t.
[HARPER] I don’t know. I had a good time. I want to do it again. I don’t want anyone getting hurt over it though.
[MISHA] Anyone being Cecil.
[HARPER] Right. Or Pietr. He thinks you were too rough.
[MISHA] Yes, he told me I left some bruises. I should have held back. Cecil is tough. If we play too hard, we don’t notice. Hazard of our job, I guess.
[HARPER] I was fine. A little sore. He took care of me after.
[MISHA] That doesn’t make me feel good. I did the damage. I should have been the one taking care of you. My bad.
Harper grinned. Pietr cocked an eyebrow at her. “Who are you texting with that little smile on your face?”
“Misha.”
“Ah. Tell him I said hello. Is he giving you an answer about August?”
[HARPER] Pietr says hello.
[HARPER] You and Cecil talked about August. Did you make a decision?
[MISHA] Hello to him too. And yes, we would like to come. We can iron out details later though. Are you two busy?
[HARPER] We bought a house, so we’re buying some new furniture. Primary objective is a new bed.
[MISHA] A big one?
[HARPER] We might have to settle for a regular king, but it will get us through the summer. We can plan better for another Alaskan for next summer.
“They said yes,” Harper informed Pietr. “We’ll iron out details later.” They gave a bounce on the bed they were sitting on. “I think I like this one. Firm, but forgiving.”
“Yeah?” Pietr circled to come lay down beside her. “Hmm...yeah, it is nice.”
[MISHA] The smaller bed can be cozy. I can’t picture Pietr enjoying such a big bed to himself.
[HARPER] He’s a nester when he’s alone. Pulls all the blankets up into a cocoon.
[MISHA] Ahhh. I can see that. Cute.
[HARPER] It’s not when it’s 2 in the morning, I get up to pee, and come back to find all the covers have been stolen.
Misha sent a ROFL emoji.
“Give me that.” Pietr reached over, plucking the phone away. He glanced over the conversation. “I do not do this nesting.”
“You do so.” Harper took the phone back. “Private conversation, thank you.”
“How are you folks doing today?” A salesman appeared at the end of the bed. “Can I help direct you to anything in particular?”
“What is the absolute biggest bed you have, in stock today?” Pietr asked.
“We have most of our beds available, in stock, in a standard king,” he replied.
“We are spoiled with that Alaskan,” Pietr sighed. “Okay. This bed.” He patted the mattress beneath him. “This one is in stock?”
“Pietr, there are a few others we should at least try,” Harper retorted.
“What do you like?” The salesman asked. “Or, what is this one missing for you? Do you need features like an adjustable frame? Are you also looking for a frame?”
“Maybe on the frame –but is not priority, per say,” Pietr replied. “We figured a platform. A box spring will be a tight fit to the master bedroom.”
“Gotcha. You like a firmer mattress?”
“We like a mattress good for sex.”
“Pietr!” Harper reached over, squeezing his arm. “Filter!”
The salesman laughed. “Trust me, I’ve heard worse.” He stepped away from the end of the bed. “To be honest, this one over here tends to be more popular in that aspect. Firm coils inside with a softer supportive topper for sleeping. Has good bounce.”
“I like the sound of that.” Pietr moved to test out the one the salesman motioned to. He knelt in the center of it, miming a thrusting action with his hips.
“That is indecent.” Harper sighed, covering their face with a hand.
“Good bounce, as you say, but I kind of sink into the plush top,” Pietr decided. “We are big people.”
“How about this one?” The salesman motioned to another, further down. “It’s the second firmest we have on the floor. Available, today, in a California King.”
Pietr repeated his test, then settled back to lie on it like a normal person. “Harper, come test this one.”
[HARPER] You may not get the chance to visit. Pietr is going to make me die of embarrassment.
[MISHA] How embarrassing can mattress shopping be?
[HARPER] He informed the salesperson that we need a bed good for sex. And is testing them by kneeling and thrusting his hips in the middle of them.
[MISHA] Better than getting on top of you and doing it, yes?”
[HARPER] Don’t give him ideas.
They got up from the bed and came to test the mattress beside Pietr.
“What do you think?” He asked after a minute. “California King is a little bigger than the regular king. Definitely bigger than the Queen.”
“It’s good,” Harper agreed. “If we decide we want the bigger bed, we can take measurements and get the Alaskan next year. Move the one we buy today into one of the guest rooms.”
“True,” he agreed, “or, we keep this one in the bedroom. Buy an Alaskan for the sex dungeon we’re putting in the basement.”
“Pietr!”