Faking It With The Hockey Star

Harper’s POV

"No."

Justin frowned. "What?"

I shook my head, still sitting on the high kitchen counter. "You don’t have to do that."

He stared at me for a long moment, searching my eyes. "The charity game?"

"Yes." I swallowed hard, looking down at our joined hands. "You’ve already done so much for me. You don’t have to keep finding ways to fix everything that happens in my life."

His expression softened instantly. "Harper."

"No, I’m serious." I reached out, tightening my fingers around his. "You’ve helped me with my documentary. You’ve been there for my family. You’ve stood beside me through everything with my father. You even..."

"I haven’t done enough."

I blinked up at him.

He stepped directly between my parted knees, his hands settling firmly on my waist. "You keep saying I’ve done too much. I don’t think I’ve done enough."

"Justin..."

"I mean it," he said, his voice laced with an unshakable certainty that made my heart squeeze tight. "You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore."

I stared at him, the sheer depth of his love overwhelming every single defense I had left. Without a word, I hooked my leg around his waist, pulling his hips flush against mine on the edge of the counter.

His breath caught sharply in his throat.

"Come here," I whispered.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. His mouth found mine instantly, taking me in a deep, hungry kiss that swallowed all the words we had been trying to say. My fingers slid eagerly into his hair, gripping tight, while his hands tightened on my waist, pulling me so close there was no air left between us.

I kissed him harder, parting my lips, and he met me with a fierce, intoxicating passion. He trailing hot, feverish kisses across my cheeks, my jawline, and down the length of my throat. I arched my back with a soft gasp, my head falling back as his mouth slid beneath the collar of my shirt, kissing the warm skin near my collarbone and down toward the swell of my breasts.

He didn’t stay away for long, coming right back to claim my lips once more, his tongue tasting me deeply while his hands began to explore. His warm palms slid up under my top, cupping my right breast, his fingers massaging the soft weight of it before moving slowly across to my left. I let out a low moan into his mouth, so completely consumed by the feeling of his touch that my entire body hummed with heat.

Justin paused just long enough to pull my singlet over my head, tossing it onto the counter behind me. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, and then he leaned down, taking one breast into his mouth. He sucked gently, running his tongue over the sensitive peak while his thumb lightly stroked the other.

"Justin..." I gasped, my hands frantically running down his back, gripping his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer.

He moved seamlessly from my left breast to my right, his mouth lingering, drawing out sweet, delicious shivers that made my toes curl. His hand traced a agonizingly slow path down my skin, moving from my lips, down my neck, across my chest, and over the flat expanse of my stomach. Every touch left a trail of fire in its wake.

"Please," I whimpered against his neck, my hands sliding down to the waistband of his shorts. "Justin, please... I want you inside of me."

Justin let out a ragged growl against my skin, his head coming up to look at me. "No, baby," he breathed heavily, resting his forehead against mine, his chest heaving. "Let’s be done with school first."

"I don’t care about school," I whispered, pulling his face back to mine.

He kissed me deeply again, his hands sliding down to the hem of my shorts. He reached inside, his warm fingers finding the lace of my panties and slipping beneath them to touch my wet, aching core.

"Fuck," Justin groaned out loud, his breathing wild as his fingers began to stroke me in slow, deliberate circles. "Harper... fuck. If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to hold myself."

"Please don’t hold yourself," I begged, breathless, my hips instantly arching into the pressure of his hand.

He let out a raspy laugh against my mouth, but he didn’t stop. He kept touching me, finding a perfect, maddening rhythm that made my legs tremble violently around his waist. He kissed me one last, deep time, his thumb working magic on my sweet spot until a sudden, intense wave of pleasure crashed over me.

My body stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as the orgasm took hold, rippling through my entire body. I buried my face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life while the intense waves slowly washed out through my limbs, leaving me completely weak and trembling in his arms.

When the world finally stopped spinning, I rested my heavy head against his shoulder, breathing in short, shallow puffs. My eyes felt impossibly heavy.

I looked at him sleepily, my fingers lightly touching his jaw. "How about you?"

Justin smiled softly, kissing the tip of my nose as he gently smoothed my messy hair back. "Don’t worry, babe. I’m fine."

He carefully helped me slip my shirt back on, then wrapped his strong arms under my legs and back, lifting me effortlessly off the kitchen counter. I instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck, my head resting against his chest as he carried me out of the kitchen and down the hallway into the bedroom.

He laid me down gently on the soft mattress, pulling the cool sheets up over my shoulders. I was already halfway asleep, the overwhelming exhaustion of the past few weeks finally catching up to me in the safest place I knew.

Justin leaned down, pressing one last tender kiss to my forehead.

"Get some sleep, Harper," he whispered softly. "I’ve got you."

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