Harper's Little Spitfire Page 2

“Um, yeah, we do. There’s going to be a shitload of new people around.”

  “It’s the same old people that go to the club, Lilly. No one new ever comes by.”

  Lilly faced her as Bri walked out of the room, obviously needing something from one of the other rooms.

  “We aren’t going to Club V tonight. Haven’t you heard at all what we have being saying, tonight or any other night?” Lilly asked.

  Well, no she hadn’t. It was hard most days to keep up with them all.

  “No, sorry. Had a lot on my mind lately.” More like the only thing she had on her mind were the Harper brothers.

  “We’re going to the new club that opened up last week. It’s a private one and you only get in with an invite. And you would be happy to know, I know one of the managers, so I received four tickets to Sway’s nightclub for tonight, and have VIP passes too.” She happily smiled towards her.

  How did she miss this information about a new club opening in their town? Sage really needed to stop thinking about things, especially the Harper boys, and listen more to what they were saying to her.

  “So how do you know one of the managers at the new club?”

  “Do you really want the answer to that?” Lilly answered, raising her eyebrow towards her.

  “Um, no, not really,” Sage whispered.

  It was still a little weird for her to listen to how Lilly knew so many people, in addition to her whole sex life around it. All her friends presumed she had a sex life, but the funny thing was, she only had one with herself. Lilly was the first to lose her V-card between them all. After hearing how hers went, she wanted that herself, but once she had heard about Kaidence and Bri’s experience, every possible good thought she had of ever finding that perfect guy went straight out the window and ruined it for her. She hated withholding the truth from her friends, but as she got older, the more they shared their sex stories, she held back. She played along with them, making it obvious that she had, but in her case, she was far from being as experienced as her friends were. It saddened her that she was the only person ever to get herself off. It had come close with a couple of guys, but as soon as they were close to doing the deed, she clammed up and sent them on their way. She couldn’t do it. Yes, she was turned on and wet, but it was never the one she wanted to lose her virginity to.

  Kaidence jumped up off the bed, nearly knocking her to the ground. “Um, got to go, something came up, but I’ll be back here later, guys.”

  Sage reached for her arm, stopping her from exiting the room. “Is everything all right, Kaid?”

  “Yeah, babe, nothing to worry about,” she mumbled and walked out of the room.

  There was something going on with Kaid. Sage couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was going to ask when she came back later on tonight.

  Bri and Lilly were still going through what was thrown on her bed; they didn’t even notice Kaidence leaving. Arguing yet again about what Sage could wear, it was a bloody nightmare. Seriously, all she wanted to do was wear what she wanted—something comfortable, nothing too outrageous, but she always gave in to them all. She just hated what they picked and the attention that it drew to her—the wrong kind. She knew whatever they would pick was going to do exactly that, and that worried her. She didn’t want the attention; she wanted to be left the hell alone.

  “Sage, we’re leaving. We’ll both be back in a hour. In that time, go and have a shower, shave, wash your hair, the usual. We’ll be back to decide on clothing for tonight.”

  Groaning, Sage glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s only 3:30 p.m., guys. Why will it take that long to get ready?” She knew the mistake of saying those words when Lilly’s face turned into one of horror.

  “Jesus, Sage, with what you wear on a daily basis and out, we need all the time in the world to get you ready for tonight. It’s a new club, meaning new guys arriving. Do you need me to say anymore?” Lilly’s voice raised as she spoke.

  Nope. Well shit, what the hell had she gotten herself into? This was going to be the longest night of her life, and they hadn’t even begun to get ready for the club yet.

  Standing up, she walked out of her room as Bri and Lilly followed her. She needed another drink and badly. By the time they would arrive at the club tonight, she was hoping she would be drunk enough that she wouldn’t have to go, but knowing her friends, they would drag her whether she was completely legless, drunk or not. There was no way she was getting out of going to the club, so Sage chose to bite her tongue and deal with it.

  Turning around and facing them as they made their way towards the front door, she spoke in defeat, “I’ll do what you asked before you guys get back.”

  “Good, you wouldn’t want one of us putting you in the shower when we got back,” Lilly laughed.

  “We’ll see you in a hour, and don’t even think about leaving or locking the doors. You know we’ll get in if we have to, Sage,” Bri growled.

  “Yeah, yeah. I know.” And she did. It wouldn’t be the first time that Bri had broken into her house. “Go, before I really change my mind about tonight.”

  Both girls left her alone in her house. Maybe she could get out of the evening if she told them why she really wasn’t up for it? But she knew if she told them the real reason, they would certainly push her more to go and lose her V-card. Slapping her hand over her face, Sage was convinced the night was going to be a disaster. Pushing herself from the kitchen bench, Sage made her way towards her room.

  As she made her way into her room, her phone rang from the lounge room. Quickening her walk, she reached for it before it went to voicemail. “Hello,” she panted.

  “Hey Sage.”

  Oh, my God, his voice. Smooth, sexy, a little grumble as he said her name, sent a shiver down her spine, making her whole body shake with want.

  “Zeb,” she practically panted. Well shit, he wasn’t the only one she did that around; it was all the Harper boys.

  “Why are you panting, Sage? Are you having sex?” he all but growled.

  What the...? Oh, sweet Jesus. With him mentioning sex, it had her thinking of all the things she wanted done to her, by him. She shouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings towards any of the Harper boys; they were like brothers to her.

  “Sage.”

  Shit!

  “Um, no, I’m not, Zeb. I was about to have a shower, and had to run for the phone.”

  “So, what? You’re standing there naked?” Did he just groan? Is he picturing me naked right now? Get yourself together, woman, she chided herself.

  “Zeb, I’m not telling you that. Jesus,” she hissed.

  His laughter came over the line, “Settle down, spitfire. It was a good thought though. Anyways, I was calling to see what your plans were for tonight?”

  “Um, I have plans with the girls tonight, why?”

  “What you all got planned tonight?”

  She wasn’t going to tell him where they were going. She knew them all too well, and if she told Zeb which resulted in him, telling the rest of his brother’s where she was going, they would either say ‘like hell she was’ or they’d rock up tonight and take her straight home. She wasn’t dumb, and although she really wasn’t up for the club, she didn’t want any one of them ruining it for her.

  “Um, nothing special, just staying in, having some drinks and watching a movie or two,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it.

  “Really? Why does it sound like that isn’t exactly your plan for tonight?”

  “I wouldn’t lie to you, Zeb,” she whispered.

  Laughing, he said, “I don’t even believe that, spitfire.”

  God, she hated that name. He wasn’t the only one who called her that. All of them did; well, all but one of them. The one she wanted to hear it the most coming out of his mouth.

  “You believe what you want, Zeb. I know what I’m doing. What’s your plans tonight? Do you have the next girl lined up to put a notch on your bedpost?” She couldn’t help but throw it o
ut there at him. It wasn’t a secret to everyone in Laker what the Harper boys were like. It was the only talk of the town. They didn’t exactly admit or deny the truth behind the rumours that were spreading like wild flowers.

  “Is my little spitfire jealous and wanting something she keeps hearing about?” he whispered.

  My? What? She couldn’t keep up with the back and forth of them all.

  “In your dreams, lover boy. You have absolutely nothing I want, and even if I did, which I don’t, I wouldn’t want it anyway. God knows what you’ve caught sleeping with so many women.”

  A boom of laughter came across the line, making her drop her phone, damn it! Why did he have to laugh so bloody loud?

  “Aww, spitfire, that is a complete lie and you know it. Plus, I’ve never slept with anyone without a rubber. All squeaky clean here, baby.”

  Groaning, she loved it when he called her baby. But she would never admit how she felt about him.

  “TMI, Zeb. Like I keep telling you, I don’t want to know about your sex life. Unless there is anything else you wanted to say, I’m hanging up.”

  “Okay, okay. Might drop over later tonight sometime after the meeting we have at the company. Will you still be up then?”

  She wasn’t planning on staying at the new club tonight for too long; go in, check the place out, have a couple of drinks, dance a little, and then be home before midnight.

  “Yeah, I will be. Give me a call before you do, okay?”

  “Will do, spitfire. Talk to you then,” he replied and then hung up.

  Walking back towards her room, she threw the phone on her bed and walked into the bathroom. Turning the water on, she stripped out of her clothing and slid under the welcoming water.

  Moaning as it ran over her body, she welcomed the heat that erased some of the tension her body was carrying. She needed to back her hours of work down to a reasonable amount, which wouldn’t help really. She usually left work around 4 p.m. every weekday, yet she was up till around 11 p.m. most nights, still working. She was contemplating whether to hire someone else to run the shop and work from home on her online store. The girls teased her all the time about her job, constantly questioning why she owned a sex toy shop when she never used any of the items. They didn’t know the truth behind it. She tested pretty much every item that came in. She had a black metal box in the bottom of her walk-in robe that was padlocked away from prying eyes. All her favourite toys were in there.

  Turning the water off, she hopped out and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked back into her room. Although her shop was doing great with sales, her online business was booming. She wanted to have more free time to do what she wanted, rather than be stuck in a shop every day. She truly loved her shop, but the majority of the time spent there was in her office talking to suppliers and manufacturers about products. She wanted to do that from home, in her own privacy.

  Pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a sports bra, she lay them on her bed. Dropping the towel, she reached for her underwear when her doorbell rang.

  Lifting the towel from the floor, wrapping it around her again as she walked to the door, she opened it slightly to see who it was.

  The door pushed open further. She hid behind it as Logan made his way into her house.

  “Well come right in, why don’t you,” she grumbled.

  Closing the door, she tightened the towel over her body, hoping that no part of her body was showing as the eldest of the Harper boys stood in her lounge room.

  Logan walked straight over, sat on the couch, never once looking in her direction, and rested his face in his hands.

  She walked over and stood near the edge of the couch next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Logan?”

  “Had a shit day at work,” he grumbled.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked,

  “Nah, spitfire. I wanted to see how your day was and maybe have a drink.” His face came up and looked at her like he swallowed something funky.

  “Why the fuck are you wearing a towel? You answered the door like that?”

  Rolling her eyes, she almost laughed at his expression, “I just got out of the shower when you knocked on my door, Logan. And I know that if I didn’t answer it, you or your brothers would have made your way in here, whether I opened the door or not.”

  His green eyes roamed over her body, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Pulling the towel tighter over her breasts, his eyes strayed there, and he watched as her breathing became rapid with his eyes on her nearly naked form.

  “Um, was that the only reason you came over?” she whispered.

  Logan stood and stalked ever so slowly towards her, stopping within inches of touching her.

  With him standing this close to her, she could smell his cologne and the bourbon on his breath, probably from a late drink with a client. Her eyes travelled over his well-defined body, starting from the dimple on his left cheek, to his kissable lips, to the two-day scruff covering his face, down over his tight, black business shirt, through which she could make out every single muscle behind it. His hand twitched at his side as her eyes moved lower, down to his black pants that looked like they were painted on. His thighs were like tree trunks; well, all the Harper boys were. As her eyes travelled up, something twitched near his pants. Her eyes moved back down and stopped there, and there it was again. Holy shit! Throwing her hand over her mouth, she stepped back, gasping. She had just seen his cock twitch behind his pants.

  Her eyes shot up and locked with his. Groaning, he murmured, “Spitfire, don’t look at me like that.” He stepped forward and leaned his head against hers while gripping the towel at her sides in his hands.

  Gulping for air, she wanted to move, but her body betrayed her, knowing exactly where it wanted to be. Her hands lifted and gripped his shirt as he pulled her even closer into his body. They stood there, unknown as to how long, until he stepped back away from her, leaving her body wanting something she could never have.

  “I should leave. I shouldn’t have come over the way I did. I’ll call next time,” Logan answered gruffly before walking out of her house, with no more explanation as to why he reacted the way he had.

  Getting her body and breathing under control, she walked back into her room and lay on her bed.

  What was going on with Logan and Zeb? They had acted completely differently towards her, and she had no friggin’ idea why. All that she knew was that she was a hot turned on mess and as confused as hell. Glancing at the clock, she had fifteen minutes before Lilly and Bri would be back, and knowing how they were, they would be back here on the dot. Removing her towel, she slid on her underwear and sweat pants, and pulled on her sports bra. There was no point in putting something else on since she was going to be changing more than once in the next thirty minutes or so.

  Shaking her head, Sage couldn’t think of Logan or Zeb, or the other two brothers. She needed to stop all her wicked thoughts she was having about them and concentrate on the hell that Lilly and Bri were going to put her through before they even left for the club. The forecast was six hours of pure hell, but at least she would know what it would be like if she ever went there.

  CHAPTER

  TWO

  Sage stood at the entrance of Club Sway, waiting for the security guard to stop ogling and flirting with Lilly. Jesus, Lilly really knew how to lay it on thick. Pulling at her tight leather skirt, which Bri demanded that she wore, she didn’t know what was worse: the skirt or the barely-there top. The skirt ended just below her ass; if she bent over for any reason, the whole world would see the purple lace G-string she wore. In the process of showing everyone, they would get a bird’s eye view of her breasts. How in the world she allowed Lilly to talk her into wearing this top was beyond her.

  As she fixed her skirt, the top revealed more than it should have. The barely-there bra she was told to wear only just covered her nipples, but it was giving her babies the best lift she had s
een in a while. The top was joined together at her shoulder’s with a metal clip on each side, a large V down the front ended just below her breasts, and pulled taut against her ribs, leaving several inches of skin on show for everyone.

  The back was nothing; well, four tiny pieces of elastic band from one side to the other, holding it in place. So, with her outfit and the knee-high black shiny boots, teamed with the way her blonde hair curled around her face and the smoky sexy looking makeup Lilly did, she didn’t even recognise herself when they had finished their handy work.

  “Stop fidgeting or you will ruin our masterpiece,” Bri growled at her.

  “I don’t feel comfortable wearing this and you bloody well know it, Bri, so stop growling at me,” she mumbled back.

  Breathing in, Bri pulled her closer. “Look, you need this, okay? You need to put yourself out there and find a man, or just find someone to have hot monkey sex with for one night. Something other than working yourself into the ground and staying home curled up on the couch while you sit there eating ice cream, bitching about how boring your life is.”

  Well, shit. She didn’t remember telling either of them how bored she was with herself, let alone them knowing exactly what she was doing in her so-called spare time.

  “Okay, this is only for one night, Bri. You hear me? One. Bloody. Night.”

  “Yeah, I got you. Keep your fuckin’ panties on.”

  When Lilly stepped in front of them, it was time. “Bitches, time for a little fun.”

  Both Bri and Lilly linked their arms in hers and practically pulled her towards the doors of Sway. Another bouncer opened the door for them, taking a good long look at all three of them as they made their way inside.

  She didn’t know what to expect from this new club, but once her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, it was nothing like their usual Club V they went to. This one was completely different in every possible way; well, from what she could make out from the flashing lights. Cages hung from the roof within meters of all the bodies moving on the dance floor. A bar wrapped around three quarters of the building, and the last bit was where the DJ was, bopping away to the beat of the music playing. Her grip tightened on both Bri and Lilly as they made their way towards the bar.