Chapter 3

I don’t know how the rest of the night progressed since I quickly went to bed after dinner. However, when I woke the next morning, Jasper wasn’t in bed. I roll over and check the time and it’s only 7:34 am. Where the heck is he?

Getting up, I pull on a long T-shirt and use the bathroom before heading downstairs. As I’m rounding the corner to the kitchen, I notice the tv is on in the living room. Instead of going in right away, I turn the coffee machine on and grab a banana from the fridge before going to see where Jasper is. Quietly, I tiptoe into the room, and not only is Jasper asleep on the couch but so is Harper. Both of their heads are resting back with their mouths slightly partly, firm snores filling the room.

Filled with joy that they actually stayed up most of the night talking, I decide not to wake them just yet. I go into the kitchen and make some French toast and scrambled eggs, hoping the aroma will raise them from their comas.

15 minutes later, I hear groans and yawns as footsteps get closer to the kitchen. The first to round the corner is Jasper, but Harper is right behind him.

“Good morning, sleepyheads.” I smile and Jasper comes around the counter to where I am. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck.

“Good morning, Love. Thanks for making breakfast.”

I look over at Harper and he’s standing there awkwardly.

“Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to grab some plates?” I ask and he chuckles before heading to the cabinets. I sure he feels a little strange about only Jasper and me being affectionate when he used to be a part of it too. I don’t want to rub anything in his face or make him feel worse than he already does.

Crap, I probably should have put on some pants then. Oh well.

As we eat breakfast, we make small talk about work seeing as that’s the only neutral subject between the three of us. Thankfully it doesn’t become weird and the conversation flows nicely. When we’re done, Jasper heads upstairs to shower while Harper and I clear the table to wash dishes.

I stand at the sink, filling it with suds and water as Harper sets the dishes in one by one.

“Thanks for making me come, Eden. I really enjoyed talking to Jasper. Almost felt like old times.”

“I’m glad.” I smile and for some reason, the air becomes thicker.

I dip my hands into the water and begin washing the plates and Harper stands there, hair messy, sleeves rolled up, and still smelling of cologne from the day before. It’s a scent I’ve become quite familiar with and it brings back too many memories.

The room falls silent and I try not to look over at Harper, but I feel his eyes running over every inch of me. My breathing becomes labored and the area between my legs begins to ache for something dearly missed. I can’t allow myself to feel like this though. I’m married. Harper isn’t a part of our household anymore. There’s no more arrangement. He’s just my brother-in-law now. Despite the facts of the situation, my body can’t forget how he used to touch me. I can’t forget what it felt like to have him deep inside of me.

Suddenly, my knees go weak and I grip the edge of the sink to hold myself up. Harper flinches and grabs my arm.

“Eden, are you okay?”

Giggling nervously, I smile.

“I’m fine. Honest. My knees gave out for a second. I’m fine.”

I don’t know who I’m trying to convince, him or me. I look up at Harper and his eyes are watching me with a mix of concern and something else. Something I don’t want to know. Something dark.

“You look flushed. Should I get Jasper?”

“No! No, I’m fine.” I shake my head as I feel a dampening between my lower folds.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” I nod and clear my throat as I go back to washing dishes.

We quickly get them cleaned and dried just as Jasper comes downstairs.

“Called the office and told them we’d be late. Go get ready for work, Eden.”

“Okay.” I walk past him, but his arm shoots out stopping me.

“10 minutes in the shower or I’m coming up. Got it?” He smirks and I slap his arm.

“Don’t rush me, you ogre.” I laugh and as I walk away, I look over my shoulder and shoot Harper a smile before bouncing upstairs.

After showering and pulling on a black blouse with an Emerald Green skirt and black thigh-high socks with black booties, I return downstairs to find Harper still here, but in fresh clothes.

“You’re still here,” I say as I sweep a loose curl over my shoulder. When Harper sees me, his eyes darken again and from across the room, I hear a deep rumble from his throat.

“Uh, yeah, Jasper lent me some clothes and I showered in the guest room. You look great.”

“Thanks. Stacey and I go shopping quite a bit these days.” I laugh and Harper clears his throat.

“Where’s Jas?”

“In the office, talking to Mom. Says he’ll be right out.”

“Great,” I say as the familiar tension from this morning looms over us once again. Had the arrangement still been going on, I’m sure he’d have his hand between my legs right now. His lips would be pressed against mine and his bulge with me aching against me.

“Um, can you wait here? I’m going to go check on him right quick.” I don’t give him time to answer before I walk off towards Jasper’s office. Before turning the corner, I see Harper take a seat at the kitchen island.

When I enter Jasper’s office, his chair is faced away from the desk and he’s on the phone talking about some formal get-together. He doesn’t hear me come in as I push the door closed. Rounding the desk, Jasper finally sees me, but I don’t waste any time undoing his belt and pants. Jasper gasps softly, grabbing my hand.

I push his hand away and give him a look. I hear his mother’s voice calling his name a few times and he finally speaks as I pull his member out. Quickly, I fall to my knees and take him in my mouth, causing Jasper’s eyes to roll back and his free hands to fall on the back of my head, gripping a handful of my hair.

In my mouth, I feel him harden and the more he grows, the harder it is to make him whole. His hips jerks and he pushes my head causing me to deep throat him as he continues to talk to his mother with ease, though a few words come out stuttered.

When he’s fully hard, I stand and straddle him as he leans further back to give me room. I reach between my legs and pulls my already damp panties to the side, gripping his length with my other hand. Lowering myself down, I feel the tip of his head slip into me and I fight back a moan as I slide down on him.

Jasper’s face turns red as he pins the phone against his ear and shoulder to free his hands. Gripping my sides, he steadies me while I ride him slowly, grinding against him. I want to moan, I want to call out his name, but his mother is still on the phone and would have a stroke if she knew what we were doing while she talks about table arrangements.

My wetness makes Jasper’s member slick and I know he’s going to need to change pants after this. I don’t care. I need to release some of this tension before I lose my shit. I feel an orgasm building inside of me and I move faster. When I’m about to yell out, Jasper covers my mouth as a wave of pleasure crashes down on me. Under me, Jasper jerks and spasms, clenching his jaw as he comes inside of me.

As we come down from the high, I rest against his body, his arms wrapped around me as he tells his mother to invite the mayor and some other colleagues. When I lift my head and glance over his shoulder towards, the door, I realize that I didn’t close it all the way because standing there, flushed and breathing hard is Harper staring right at me.

My whole body tenses, but Jasper doesn’t notice. Harper’s eyes are nearly black with a lustful hunger. He must know that I needed this because of him. If he didn’t then he wouldn’t stand there and look at me like he wants to throw me on the desk and fuck me into next week.

Finally, Jasper hangs up the phone and moans against my neck.

“Fuck, baby. What was that for?” He chuckles as his hands slip under my skirt to grip my backside.

“I just…I just needed you,” I whisper against his neck.

“Hmm, hope Harper didn’t hear.”

“I don’t think he did.” I force a giggle as I finally lift off of him and stand. “I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

I lean over and kiss Jasper hard before walking slowly from the office, thighs still trembling, and his cum soaking through my panties.

When I exit the office, I’m suddenly pressed against the wall, pinned there by Harper’s body. I look him right in the eyes as his hardness pressed against me as it strains in his pants.

“Har-“

I don’t finish because Harper slams his mouth against mine and I melt against him. Just as I’m about to moan, he pulls away and walks off, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

I stand there panting in the heat before going upstairs to change underwear. Holy fuck, I’m still turned on.

20 minutes later, I head back downstairs with a fresh pair of panties. In the foyer, Jasper and Harper are waiting. I glance down at Jasper’s pants and surprisingly they are still clean considering he came inside of me.

“I’m ready.” I smile, carefully avoiding Harper’s stare.

Once Harper is in his own car and I’m in Jasper’s, I relax tremendously. I don’t know what it is about having Harper around that just gets me worked up, but it’s like every time he’s even remotely close to me I just want him to take me wherever we are. I don’t know how Jasper would feel, but I don’t think he’d like it. He and Harper still have things to sort out and I don’t want to get in between that progress. I just need to keep Harper at arm’s length for a while since he’s going to be around.