One Timer(An Nashville Assassins Novel)(6)

I’m no saint, but this pussy right here, Harper’s pussy, is the best fucking pussy I have ever been in. I brace myself against her legs, and I start thrusting into her. Hard. Our bodies slap together, her ass against my thighs, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I pound into her and I hear something crack, but I’m too lost to care. Only a few more thrusts and I’m gone. I come so fucking hard my toes curl and my breathing stops. Everything around us goes still, and when I’m able to open my eyes, all I see is her. Her arms are above her head, her knees right there too. Her whole body is flushed, and her lips are parted in exhaustion. I lean into her, kissing her sweetly before slowly removing myself. I don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure I broke her table. I reach for her, but she shakes her head.

“I can’t move.”

“Come on, kiska.” I pull her up and notice we cracked the table. “Ah, I broke the table.”

She looks over her shoulder and then back at me. “I think you broke me.”

I grin, lifting her up into my arms. “Where is your bedroom?”

“That way, but I can go. You can leave.”

I pull in my brows. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not done with you yet,” I say, my eyes hooded and only for her. “I still need to fuck you from behind, I need you to sit on my face, I’d love to play with your ass, maybe get one hell of a blow job, and of course, eat you like a peach pie.”

She actually looks stunned. “We’re gonna get all that done in one night?”

I grin. “Sure.”

Her eyes search mine. She’s no longer broken or dazed. She’s found her wits, and isn’t that a shame. I liked her all wanton and lost for me. No worries, I’ll get her there again. “You know this is a one-time thing.”

I nod. “Sure, kiska.”

She makes a face. “What is that? Kiska?”

“Means kitten,” I say against her lips. “In Russian.”

She seems a little breathless. “Well, that’s hot.”

“I’m pleased you like it.”

She eyes me, and I can see the gears turning. She doesn’t want to like me; she wants to use me. Too bad. “One night. That’s it.”

I just nod. “Sure.”

She arches her brow. “I don’t believe you.”

I don’t answer her. I take her mouth with mine and guide her back into her bedroom.

She has a good reason not to believe me, because I know this is not a one-time thing.

It’s a forever and a day kind of thing.





Oops, I Did Him Again…





Harper


“I mean, jeez, El. Y’all need a room next time.”

Elli stands against the wall, her hand to her chest and this euphoric look on her beautiful face. She looks adorable in a formfitting red dress that matches the bottom of her high-as-hell black pumps. When she called me to tell me Shea Adler had asked her out, I wasn’t surprised. He had been giving her the eye. I think I’m more excited than she is. I want this for her. A great new relationship that can show her her worth. I believe Shea can do that; I am usually good with reading guys. I stay away from guys like Shea, but then I fucked up and let Jakob into my bed…

Sigh.

Shea had shown up at the studio in the middle of the day and convinced Elli to go to lunch with him. She didn’t need much convincing, though. I know for a fact that she is completely infatuated with him. Which is very much the opposite of me. I am in no way thinking of Jakob. I sure as hell don’t care what he is doing. Or even want to see him.

He was a one-time thing.

A one-time thing that I realized may have somehow happened a second time—and I am still very confused how I let that happen—but still a one-time thing. I shouldn’t have opened the door the second time, but no guy had ever just shown up. Jakob didn’t care that I had been ignoring him for three days. He didn’t have any cares at all that I didn’t want to see him. All he said was, “I want to see you, kiska.”

It’s that damn kiska. It gets me every time he says it. I love it. No one has ever given me a sexy nickname, and I was blinded by it. I yearn for it, but it doesn’t matter. He can’t happen. We won’t happen again. Nope. I am single and ready to mingle with anyone but Jakob Titov.

Elli looks over at me, shaking her head. This dreamy, beautiful look is on her flushed face. “He’s fantastic.”

I grin, nodding. “I’m aware.”

I hear a bit of resentment in my voice that shakes me to my core. I don’t understand it. Elli must have not heard it, because she comes toward me, falling very dramatically into the chair in front of my desk. “He makes me feel so many things. Deep inside. He makes me laugh. He gives me butterflies. Harper, the way he kisses… I mean, he is just perfect,” she coos, and I ignore the thought that Jakob might be perfect, too. I mean, he fucks like an absolute dream. He kisses like I am the only thing he wants to taste. When he smiles at me, something in my stomach flip-flops and does a damn twirl. We didn’t speak much; we were too busy tasting every single inch of each other, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know—

What in the world? I don’t get it. I don’t get crushes on guys. I don’t care enough to, which is why I have to stay away from him. I might start to care.

That cannot happen.

“How’s Jakob?” she asks with a dreamy smile. She looks like she should have little hearts and rainbows flying around her.

“I don’t know,” I say a bit harsher than I intended to. I swallow hard, trying to gather myself. “I haven’t talked to him.”

I feel her staring a hole in the side of my face. “Why? I thought y’all slept together again. He was all about it.”

“He is. I’m not.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be.”

“Why?”

“Are you a parrot? Leave it be. Nothing is going to happen. One and done.”

“You did him twice. A lot. Like, all night.”

I flash her a dark look. “I know, and I don’t need that reminder. I just need to forget him.”

“Wh— I mean, ugh… I don’t understand.”

I exhale very loudly. “I’m not a one-man woman. Too many dicks, too little time.”

“Oh, Harper. Come on. It’s me.”

I still won’t look at her. I am editing a first birthday shoot I did last week. The photos are adorable and way more interesting than this conversation. “Well, since it’s you, you know I don’t want to get involved with someone just for them to hurt me.”

She lets out a soft noise. Sounds very sympathetic to me, which kind of pisses me off. “I know you didn’t have the greatest luck in high school—”

Greatest luck? Is she delusional? “You mean every guy I dated cheated on me? Thanks for the reminder, El.”

I look over at her just as she snaps her lips together. “To be honest, you didn’t really pick good guys.”

I shrug. “So? I thought I was enough.”

“You can’t be enough for someone who won’t value your worth.” Elli says the words so confidently. Something I haven’t heard from her in a very long time. I almost scream out in joy, but then I remember what we’re talking about.

I bring in my brows. “Those are some pretty big claims for someone who says Shea Adler couldn’t be into her.”

A small smile pulls at her lips. “Maybe I’m opening my eyes, and maybe you should too. I hear Jakob is amazing.”

He is. I mean, the sexual and cuddling side of him is. I don’t know any other side. “I don’t even know him.”

“You could try.”

I shake my head. “Like I said, he’s needy. One of those guys who wants to get married and make babies. I am not that woman.”

“You could be.”

I glance back at her. “Please. No one has ever looked at me and thought that.”

Her eyes are kind. “I do. I always have. Especially when you’re with my nieces and nephews. You’re the life of the party. Always.”

I look away, shrugging. I’ve never seen that in my future. Hell, let me be honest and say I never thought a man would want me for more than a night.

Then entered Jakob Titov.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve never in my life seen you scared of something.”

I scrunch up my face. “Ugh, I made you kill that spider the other day.”

She laughs. “You know what I mean.”

I lick my lips since they’re becoming irritably dry. “I don’t know. He makes me nervous.”

“Scared, you mean.”

I shake my head. “I’m not scared of some dude. I won’t give anyone the power to hurt me, which is why I’m staying away.”

“But you want to.”

“Want to what?”

“Give him that power.”

I mean, it wouldn’t be horrible, but I’m not admitting that. “No way.”

“I know you, Harper Allen, and I think he likes you a lot. I also don’t think he is going anywhere.”

I side-eye her. “I kicked him out of the apartment and slammed the door in his face.”

“But he’s called.”

“So?”