I Kissed Her First: A BOUND TOGETHER NOVEL Read online

  Her lusted-over amber eyes and hair tied up on her head with tendrils falling around her face. High cheekbones, soft lips with a cute little bow on top. She’s slim and petite with curves in all the right places. Her round breasts and pert pink nipples make me hard every time just from looking at them. Reaching up, I brush my thumbs over them, causing her eyes to blink slowly from the good feeling she gets from my hands on her.

  Leaning down, I suck one into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it while my hand rolls the other one and pinches. She moans, holding my head to her. My girl loves having her nipples played with, and I’m always happy to oblige her. I switch sides and do the same, knowing she’s getting good and worked up.

  Kissing up her chest, I don’t stop until I reach her mouth, kissing and sucking on her newly pierced tongue, loving how it feels. I stop, kissing down her neck instead when her wince tells me that it hurts. Pulling one of her legs up and bending her knee to place her foot on the counter to open her up. I step closer between her legs, pulling my shorts down under my balls, rubbing my cock against her as I make love to her mouth. She’s writhing, close to reaching her orgasm.

  Stepping back, I look at her with a grin, and she glares at me for denying her. She’s adorably sexy. Picking up her other leg, I place her other foot on the counter, opening her up even more. I almost come when I look at her like that for me. Palming my cock, I squeeze hard and slowly pump up and down as my eyes trail over every part of her that’s on display.

  She moves a hand behind her and leans back on it. Her other hand comes to her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. Her head falls to the side lazily as her eyes stay on my hand working my cock.

  Licking my lips, I step up to her and then kneel down. I brush my thumbs over her pussy, and her breath hitches. I blow out a soft breath into her heated center as my thumbs pull her open even more.

  “Please, Jett. Please,” she begs and pleads.

  My tongue slides slowly up, my mouth latching on to her clit. Her loud moan fills the quiet kitchen as I suck on her, driving her close again. My tongue slides into her and she grips my hair, her hips moving to the rhythm she needs. Licking from her entrance up to her clit, I kiss and suck on it again, this time pushing two fingers into her. She squeezes my fingers, almost there, and when I pull them from her, I push my tongue inside her again, my thumb on her clit this time as she comes. I press soft kisses on the insides of her thighs.

  Standing up, I pull her ass closer to the edge of the counter, and before she has time to fully come down from her high, I push inside her. Her feet slip from the counter as I move in and out of her. I hitch one of her legs up on my hip. My other one skims down her chest where she lies flat on the counter now. She’s so fucking gorgeous playing with her nipples as she moans and writhes in pleasure.

  Pulling out of her, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass. Kicking out of my shorts that are at my ankles, I carry her up to my room and toss her on the bed. She giggles as she bounces on the mattress.

  “Put that sexy ass in the air, baby.”

  She turns to her stomach, wastes no time doing as I ask. Kneeling behind her, I sink into her with a deep moan. I knead her ass cheeks with my hands, slapping them every so often as I take her hard and deep. Reaching around, I play with her clit as I pound into her from behind, and seconds later, she’s coming again, strangling my cock with her pussy and pulling me over with her.

  We both fall flat on the bed, slick with sweat and panting. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” she says.

  “Last night wasn’t enough for you, huh?” I tease, slapping her still-red ass again.

  She turns over to look at me. Reaching up, I pull away the hair stuck to her face. “I love when you go slow and show me how much you love me. But I also love it when you fuck me hard and show me that I’m yours.”

  “Fuck, babe. Keep saying things like that and I’ll stay inside you the entire summer,” I growl into her neck, making her giggle.

  “I wouldn’t mind.”

  Smiling down at her, I kiss her again. “Come on, let’s shower and get some food. If we’re fucking all day every day like that, I need a break every now and then to refuel. And after what we just did, I definitely need real food and fluids.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Teddy

  After her mom let me in, I walk up to Harper’s room, internally groaning as I knock on the door. I haven’t knocked on her door a day in my life, but after the clusterfuck that happened on the beach the other night, it feels like the right thing to do.

  Harper opens the door, halting when she sees me, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You okay?” she asks slowly, looking side to side like someone else is with me. Nope, just me. The dumbass who’s so far in the friend-zone I think slicing off my balls would hurt less some days.

  “Yeah,” I sigh. “Can I talk to you?”

  Stepping aside so I can enter her bedroom, she chuckles. “You’re being weird.”

  Instinctively, I sit on her bed, leaning back on my hands, my eyes scanning from her bare feet up before I give myself a mental slap.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees now, the heels of my hands in my eyes trying to not check her out. Which is damn near impossible any day but is pure torture when she’s wearing nothing but a T-shirt that barely covers her butt. “Can you put on some pants?” I ask harsher than I intend and then groan inwardly at myself again. I’m being such an idiot.

  “Uh… yeah. Sorry,” she says quietly. Of course, when she turns for her closet, the shirt shifts with every step she takes, showing off the bottom curve of her perfectly round ass cheeks.

  With a heavy sigh, I flop back on her bed with yet another groan. What am I doing here? This is such a bad idea.

  She stands in front of me minutes later in a pair of pajama pants with sloths on them, making me smile. “This better?” she asks with a lifted brow, obviously annoyed with me. I don’t blame her. I’m annoyed with myself.

  “Shit, Harper, I’m sorry,” I say with another deep sigh.

  She reaches for my hand, pulling me to sit up. Problem? She’s standing between my bent legs, and my face is staring right at her freaking boobs.

  Tilting my head back, I close my eyes. “You’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on, Teddy bear?” she asks softly, saying my childhood nickname, running her hand through my hair like she used to do when we were young and I’d be upset.

  “There is so much I want to tell you, but I just… I just needed to see you.”

  “I’m right here, Teddy. I’m always right here.”

  “The other night,” I start, then pause, pursing my lips because I don’t want to talk about it. But I know we need to. At least I do.

  “Gabby came by the next morning and apologized. We’re okay.”

  That was three days ago, and I know that because I’ve talked to Gabby. She knows everything. How I feel. All my fears and wishes. She knows more than Harper at this point. She’s the one who told me I should talk to Harper but to tread lightly.

  Picking up my head, I chance a look at her. “But are we?” I search her eyes looking for… I don’t even know what. We’ve never seen… or done anything like that before. Not in front of each other. “Things got heated,” I say with a quirk of my lips, “before they heated differently.” I drop my face, and that’s when I realize I’m holding on to the backs of her legs. I didn’t even know I was touching her until now. Everything with her is instinct and easy.

  “Teddy,” she starts, and I hear her take in a deep inhale. “I’m sorry if Jett and I made you uncomfortable. Sometimes we…” She trails off, and when I look up at her, her cheeks are tinted red.

  “Sometimes you what?” I ask, unsure if I really want to know the answer.

  Turning her head and looking to the side, she bites her lip before saying, “We like an audience.” My brows shoot to my hairline. I was not expecting that. She looks back at m
e. “Don’t look at me like that,” she says, covering her face with her hands.

  “I-I’m sorry. I just didn’t know you’d… Wow. Okay.”

  She starts to laugh nervously. “This is so weird talking about it with you.”

  “Do you like to watch too?” I ask curiously, feeling my cock stir in my shorts because, fuck, he wants to know too.

  “I don’t even know,” she mumbles. “It’s not like we have a chance to do a lot of experimenting, living so far away from each other. But there’s been a few times we’ve… you know… with people around.” She’s picking at her nails, not wanting to look at me, but I can’t keep my eyes off of her.

  I always saw her as so pure and innocent. At least when it came to sex. Sure, she’s a little hellion in other ways, but I didn’t think… I don’t know what I thought. Looks like I was wrong about everything. Maybe I don’t know her at all anymore.

  It’s my turn to take in a deep breath, my hand sliding up her legs to her waist. My thumbs rub across the soft skin of her stomach. “We’re okay then? You don’t care that Gabby and I...” Shit, I can’t even say it. I still can’t believe I went there with her.

  “I mean, it was strange,” she draws out the word. “But we were all drunk. And horny, obviously,” she chuckles. She lifts a shoulder. “It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting with her.” Then she smirks sexily down at me, moving her face right in front of mine. “Besides, it sounded like you knew what you were doing.”

  And now I’m hard as fuck.

  I don’t miss her eyes dropping down and noticing before coming back up to my face with a chuckle. Rolling her eyes, she adds, “You boys are all the same. Control that thing, huh?” Then she steps away from me. “Want to watch a movie?” Back is my childhood best friend and gone is the hottest thing in sloth pajamas.

  “Sure,” I croak. “Just give me a minute.” I drop my head and peek up at her, making her bust out in a loud laugh that I haven’t heard in a long time between us.

  Climbing on the bed behind me, she clicks on the TV, then leans forward, whispering in my ear, “Down boy.”

  “Dammit, Harper!” I yell because her breath on my neck just perked my dick back up. Her laugh is contagious behind me. “You know what? You find this so funny; you’re going to have to deal.” Sliding back until I’m up against her cushioned headboard next to her, I spread my legs and grip my hard cock in my fist through my shorts. I hear her shocked gasp and feel her eyes on me as I face forward. Then I turn to her, “Not like you haven’t seen one before.”

  “Not yours!” she yells, covering her face with her pillow, making me chuckle.

  “Stop being a damn cocktease and it’ll go away. You’re the one playing with fire, Harps.”

  Her mouth hangs open when she drops the pillow. I don’t usually talk like this with her, but I’m over it at this point in the night. I think it’s safe to say that we’ve reached a new point in our friendship.

  I lift a brow and smirk at her. “Better close your mouth before I shove something inside.”

  “Theodore! You cannot say things like that to me,” she gasps.

  “Whatever, Harper. We’ve seen each other fuck. I’m pretty sure we’re good to joke and toss innuendoes around with each other.”

  “But…”

  “But what, Harper?” I ask, annoyed she’s making a big deal out of it now.

  “It doesn’t feel right when we’re in my bed, you have a boner and my boyfriend isn’t here,” she tells me pointedly.

  The look on her face has me pausing because I think I’ve pushed too far. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I was just messing around.”

  I pull her to my side and kiss the top of her head. She’s tense at first, but it doesn’t take long for her to relax against me like any other day, while we watch reruns of That 70’s Show.

  She’s softly snoring on my chest, leaving a pool of drool on my shirt, when I hear her balcony door open a couple of hours later. The only light in the room is coming from the TV that’s still on.

  “Ouch. Shit. Fuck!” gets muffled when the intruder gets to his feet. Jett comes to a quick stop when he sees me. “The fuck you doing here?”

  “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that since you’re the one breaking in?” I volley back.

  His shoulders fall. “Touché.”

  “I came to apologize and make sure she and I were okay after the other night,” I tell him.

  His eyes scan over us tangled up in her bed together. I can see the swirl of questions and places he’s going.

  “Jett.” His eyes snap to mine. “Swear that’s all.” He nods. “I even made her put pants on when I got here,” I add, trying to soothe my conscience and ease his thoughts.

  “I’m such an asshole,” he breathes out. “I’m sorry, dude.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  He stares for another minute before he says, “I’m glad she has you. She needs you.”

  “Not as much as she needs you,” I say, wagging my brows up and down, making him chuckle.

  “Yeah, kinda like Gabby needed you,” he teases.

  My eyes go wide. “She is…forceful,” I land on as the best way to describe what happened between her and me that night.

  His chuckle intensifies, but he tries to keep it quiet so he doesn’t wake up Harper, but she moves anyway. Her eyes flutter a second before they land on Jett, and she smiles for him. He walks over to the side of the bed where she is, climbing in behind her. “Hi, baby,” he coos, making me want to gag.

  “I’ll go,” I say, moving to leave, but Harper’s hand on my stomach clenches down.

  “Stay.”

  I look back to Jett in question. He just smirks at me, shaking his head before burying his face in her neck. I let out a groan, this time out loud and not just in my head, making them both laugh.

  I move over to give everyone more room, pulling my shirt off as I do. A weird, comfortable silence falls over the room except for the TV still quietly playing reruns. Soon, all of us are asleep with Harper still lying on my chest and Jett spooning her from behind.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Harper

  “Why are you making me do this? The sun isn’t even up yet, Harper,” Gabby complains next to me. “I need coffee.”

  “Shut up and concentrate on your center so you don’t fall over,” I tell her.

  I made her and the boys join me for yoga on the beach this morning. I currently have us standing in tree pose, where they are all wobbling and falling over, not focusing and breathing like they’re supposed to. I should have known they wouldn’t take this seriously.

  “Well, that’s it. It’s official. I have no balance,” Teddy says, giving up and standing with his hands on his hips.

  “Just focus on her ass. That’s what I’m doing and look at me,” Jett suggests behind me.

  Giving up, I let out a breath and come out of the pose. “You are all ridiculous,” I tell them, turning around to look at each of my annoying friends. “Can you at least sit cross-legged or, heaven forbid, in lotus pose for like five minutes?”

  “Isn’t that a sex position?” Gabby asks, making the boys snicker.

  With a sigh, I say, “No, Gabs. Just sit.” They do, and after a few seconds, I ask them to raise their arms above their heads with an inhale, then exhale bringing their hands together in prayer pose in front of them. Shockingly, they do.

  And then the magic happens. The sun begins to peek out, ready to rise and start a new day.

  I hear Gabby’s sudden intake of air as she sees it too. The reason I do this every morning. I look over my shoulder, locking eyes with Jett. He gives me a wink and that lopsided grin, and I know he’s thinking about all the mornings we used to watch the sun rise each day before school.

  Once the sun is fully up and shining bright, Gabby jumps to her feet. “Now, can we get coffee?” she asks, pushing on a pair of sunglasses.

  “Sure.” I shrug. Jett walks to me and drops one simple kiss to my sh
oulder, making a shiver shudder through my body. Then, taking my hand, we walk to the front of my house to my car, all of us piling in.

  He drives us down the road to one of the little breakfast cafes. We opt for a table outside on the deck. Soon, we’re all digging into our various breakfasts and sipping on our coffee and juice. Smiling as I look at my three best friends, I realize it’s these easy moments that are my favorite.

  “I think we should camp out tonight,” Gabby says out of nowhere. We all pause and stare at her like she’s crazy because we all know how that went the last time, over a month ago. “Hear me out.” She raises a hand. “We need a redo. I know I fucked it all up last time. But this time I’ll behave.” I give her a questioning look, calling her bull. She cracks a smile, “Okay, I’ll behave, for me,” she amends, making us all chuckle.

  Teddy claps his hands together. “I’m in.”

  “Fine.” I roll my eyes.

  “Yes!” Gabby yells with her arms up in victory. She knows that if I agree, Jett will too.

  * * *

  “You sure about this?” Jett asks me when we walk down to meet Gabby and Teddy, so much like last time. Including the fire already started and Gabby already drinking.

  “Nope,” I tell him with a laugh. “But we’re doing it anyway.”

  After a couple of hours of surfing as the sun goes down, we all come in, ready to dry off and eat. Instead of the night turning into a skinny-dipping orgy, we decide that we’re safer to just sit and talk and enjoy the night.

  Gabby lights up a bowl that we pass around as we sip on our drinks, each of us feeling the calm effects of both pulling away any tension that was here.

  “Do you remember that one time we played Spin the Bottle, but it was just the four of us, so we all just kept kissing each other?” she laughs. “Until Jett spun and it landed on Teddy and you two refused to kiss.”

  “Yes! But they made us keep kissing each other,” I add, sitting up. “We need a redo of that.”