Soul-Searching (Closed for Cum_Inside)

[Cum_Inside]

Harper didn’t fight him, even when Trey took several steps backward and pulled her along with him. Trey moved until his knees hit the back the back of the couch before he sat, Harper falling into his lap with her knees spread around either side of his hips. The entire time, he never broke the kiss, his lips sliding smoothly along hers and turning curling around the inside of her mouth to really taste her. Trey’s large hand cradled the back of her head.

This was going to happen whether she wanted it or not (she didn’t) and it was better not to rile him up, even if his hand sliding into her pants made her want to run for the hills.

She was infinitely glad she’d elected to shower and wash very thoroughly before she came home because she didn’t have any idea as to how much trouble she would be in if Trey’s finger probing deep inside of her found that Damon’s sticky cum was still plentiful in her quim.

With one hand buried in her panties, thumb circling her clit while two digits now sunk deep inside, Trey undid his pants with the other hand.

Once he pulled his dick free, there seemed to be more of a frenzy; he was rough when he yanked her clothes away just enough to glance down and have unfettered access to her cunt, panties getting torn in the process. His dark brown eyes were wild as he watched her face the first time he absolutely impaled her, drinking in every micro-twitch in her expression.

He’d been waiting for so fucking long.

“Fuck baby, it’s just as tight as I dreamed it would be,” be breathed. “Nothing like that trash whore, what was her name? Lynn? Lydia? Ahhhhh, Leah.”

Harper grit her teeth, saying nothing. He knew very well, that prick. He was just fucking around with her, now.

It was probably a good idea to bury anything she wanted to say in his mouth instead of actually expressing that in any other way.

She just hoped that the desperate way she kissed him came off as anything but the anger and disgust she felt for him as his hips pounded against her.

Breaking the kiss, Harper leaned forward to rest her chin against his temples while he roughly groped at her breasts under her shirt.

It seemed to last forever.

Only when Trey’s sperm was leaking from where he’d blasted her insides did Harper roll off and lay back against the couch, the back of her thighs resting against his while she stared at the ceiling and held back her tears.

One of his large hands stroked her thigh and he smirked, head tossed back.

He’d won, like that was ever in dispute.

But then his eyes slid up her body while he admired his new prize and caught the red-tinge of what looked like a hickey just underneath the hem of her shirt on her right hipbone.

His eyes narrowed.

Just what the fuck was that?







Harper remained blissfully ignorant to the storm brewing.

 

[LucianDevine]

The way the woman spoke and moved her body made it impossible for Damon to not let his gaze drift downwards. She was tall, barely an inch shorter than him. She had a chest to be proud of, a solid C cup or bigger. Her tits decidedly bigger than Harper's, but just as perky with the help of the sports bra she was clearly wearing under her t-shirt. It was impossible not to notice, given how much he loved the female figure, especially the breasts. The rest of her was enjoyably curvy as well, right down to the hips that swayed so enticingly.

To say that Damon was enticed was an understatement, especially after what Harper said to him before she left the room.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted..." Damon started as he lifted his gaze from the woman's body to meet her light brown gaze. His fingers fidgeting with his towel. "You are so beautiful, but I don't think I'm ready to take that step just yet..." Damon let his words trail off as he bowed his head with shame. He hated turning her down, especially after she had been so bold, but it felt wrong just then, like he was cheating on Harper somehow by hooking up with somebody the same day she'd insisted their coupling was just a one-night stand.

"Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another..." The woman said in the same confident tone as she stepped closer. Her gait was so smooth that it almost looked like she was gliding. She stepped right up next to him, lifting her hands to trace lightly over where his left hand was fidgeting with the towel. "No ring. So it's not a wife. It's likely not a fiancee. I wager that you're in love with someone, but she shut you down. Hmm?" Damon flinched when she said those words, and judging from the look on her face she knew that she was right. "I could help you forget all about her..." The woman let her hand slide across his chest to his other hand, the one holding his phone. Her hand effortlessly slipped it out of his hand, and she lifted it to look at it before tapping on the screen a handful of times. She then stepped closer still, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Despite his best efforts, Damon couldn't help but kiss her back, at least a little. When she broke contact she moved the phone back into his hand and closed his fingers around it. "My name's Trisha by the way, but you can call me Trish. Give me a call if you change your mind. I'm here on a stay-cation of sorts to get away from my crazy brother and his idiot friends. I check out next Sunday, but I'd love to test that stamina of yours before I go."

When Trisha stepped away from him, Damon let out the breath that he hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding. He watched her as she moved towards one of the treadmills, his mind's eye taking in every curve of her beautiful body. "I'll be down here every day around this time. You're welcome to keep me company if you want."

"I'll keep that in mind, Trish..." Damon said before forcing himself to turn around and leave the room before he did something he was going to regret.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The two days that followed before Cameron got home were pure hell; Trey didn’t give her a spare moment alone. He was always there breathing down her neck, and even on the nights she had to work he frequented the bar. She hadn’t even any need to tilt her head to see him because he was always on the fringes of her peripheral vision if not straight on.

She figured things would return to normal once Cameron was back in town, but Trey sent that notion crashing down with one commanding pointed gesture and “leave us,” spoken to Harmony authoritatively when Cam got home to find his best friend sitting at the table drinking his premium bourbon.

She didn’t need to be told twice to skedaddle, but the way it all played out was weird.

Cameron pretended that Trey hadn’t single-handedly ended his relationship, but the submissive gaze he gave the other man as he exited the kitchen spoke volumes, even if Harper had no idea what had actually been said.

Trey was around more often, and slowly but surely Cameron’s things started disappearing from the house until he had all but moved out.

Still, the guys continued on like nothing had ever happened other than that awkward evening in the kitchen; Cam came back for weekly poker nights and to watch the game, but Trey seemed to have practically moved himself in in all but belongings - he spent the nights with her, disappeared in the day, and showed up for dinner like it was regular.

Harper’s head was spinning in confusion. So quickly things had changed!

*****

She thought on it all as she wiped the bar counter down almost five nights later, post Cameron’s return. It had been just about a week now she’d found her own living shadow, always looking over her shoulder for a Trey. It had been a week since the perfect night she’d spent underneath Damon.

Trey had hiked up in a booth with four of his buddies, across the room but close enough to be smothering. Harper tried to ignore him.

*****

Trey though watched her like a hawk, brown eyes catching every single interaction with clients, both physical or not (money changing hands, drinks being passed over, a flirty smile for tips etc). He’d heard the whispers about Cameron having been kicked to the kerb from his own house and it just made him laugh. Of course Cameron had backed down — Trey’s family owned this fucking town and after that messy business with Leah it hadn’t taken much to convince him that it was the only smart move. If a little birdie just happened to whisper the information into the “wrong” ears...

Cameron would be as dead as Leah Spinner and he fucking knew it.

Oh, they could play nice and act like it had been an amicable thing, but Trey wasn’t blind to the clenched fists and ire in his old buddy’s eyes.

Too bad Trey didn’t give two shits - life was good on his end.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon felt bad about rejecting Trisha the way he had, even if she had genuinely seemed okay with it. He hadn't even come here expecting sex at all, let alone with Harper. Having that had put him on cloud nine only to see him drop down and land flat on his face. He'd been fine without her, right? That night didn't mean anything, right?

With a mind racing full of Harper-related thoughts that both depressed and somehow aroused him, Damon made his way to the elevator, back up to his room, and back to the shower once more. He rest his hands in the same place they'd been barely an hour ago. His gaze dropped to the floor as the near-scalding hot water pounded away at his already reddening flesh. In his mind's eye he could see her there, on her knees, with his cock balls deep in her mouth and throat. He loved it, hated it, hated that he loved it.

"AAAAAAAAH!" Damon groaned with frustration as he tore his hands away from the wall and forced himself to wash the sweat from his thankfully exhausted body. When he was finally clean and dried he happily moved towards the bed, having just enough wherewithal to pull the top sheet back and over himself before passing out almost before his head hit the pillow.

*****

The next few days were fixed with an annoying mix of frustration and enjoyment. He ran with Trisha every morning, happy to let all of his thoughts drift away as the two of them ran side-by-side. His mind was able to just go blank and listen to the rhythmic thud of their feet landing on their respective treadmills. They talked as they ran, getting to know each other even though they likely wouldn't see each other again after she left on Sunday.

The afternoons and evenings were a completely different story. Every time Damon sat down to try and work on his songs, Harper came to his mind. The thoughts weren't the same kinds of thoughts that had inspired him so thoroughly though. No, his mind was flooded with reminders of the words she'd spoken and the look he'd seen in her eyes. He'd seen the sadness on her face and heard it in her voice. It was more than just sadness though. It was sadness mixed with resignation. She had all but given up on any life that wasn't in this dump of a town with a jerk of a man like Cameron.

No amount of swimming, be it the pool or the ocean, listening to his own music, or running, be it on a treadmill or the beach helped calm him down. The thoughts only intensified, fueling an anxiety within him that he'd never felt. It was getting harder to sleep. He barely ate, and work was a distant dream that he couldn't catch if he wanted to.

When the anxiety was finally too much for him to handle, Damon left his room and headed for the bar. It was Friday night, and he had a strong suspicion that Harper would be working again, just like she'd worked two weeks ago when he'd just gotten back into town. He had to see her again, and maybe talk to her if he could. He needed some kind of closure if he was to get back into any sense of normalcy.

Damon spotted Harper almost instantly when he walked in the bar. He smiled when he saw her, but that smile faded as he took note of her posture. She wasn't the same perky woman she'd been two ago. He could almost see the giant weight she bore on her shoulders, and it didn't take long for him to figure out what was wrong.

With a resigned sigh, Damon moved over to the bar and happily took up a stool against the near wall. He saw Cameron sitting at a table near the far side of the bar. There were four other guys sitting with him. Three of them seemed to be in various forms of intoxication, but the fourth one seemed...off. His eyes were constantly darting like he was looking for something, or someone. No matter how fast his eyes and attention moved though, they always came back to Harper, just like Damon's did. He ordered up a rum and coke with a double shot of rum from the second bartender, not wanting to put Harper in any more awkward situations if he didn't have to.

 

[Cum_Inside]

By the time the third knock off country band left the stage, Harper was over the music. It was dry and left her with a noxious headache. Nobody else was really feeling them either by the looks of it, people more focused on the next round of booze to drown out the sound. She really did not want to be forced to deal with their monthly karaoke night, but it was inevitable. That would start in about an hour or so, and Harper couldn’t wait to take her break and disappear for a bit.

A while later, as she turned to make her next patron a round of whiskey sours for him and his friend, her eyes slid over a heart-wrenching figure on the far end being served by Kent.

She paused for only a moment.

Like a cornered rabbit, Harper was aware that Trey was watching her always and that he might wonder what was up with her if her attention became too fixated on Damon.

But damn, he looked good.

Not so much so in his expression - that did seem a little haunted and he looked exhausted, but Harper imagined she might feel the same if she’d been rejected so coldly after a night of amazing lovemaking, too. He was just one heck of a handsome man. For the millionth time she was struck by all the bad decisions she had made in high school. She wished she had chosen him. It was too late now.

Kent was on break when Damon lifted his hand for another drink.

Harper said nothing as she mixed his request, only offering a small friendly smile no differently than she would any other client. She slid the glass slowly across the bar, hoping he might actually catch her eyes so that she could get a better feel on him. The moment he did it was electric; she felt that familiar heat creeping up her spine.

The moment was shattered when someone cleared their throat from the side.

Fuck. Trey.

“Hey babe,” he said. “Another round? And a tequila shot for everyone,” he added. “Even my friend here.”

Trey clapped Damon on the back as he said it, and Harper flinched. It was a passive aggressive move to show Damon just who was in charge and she hated it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon nursed his drink slowly, knowing the double shot of rum might kick in if he downed it too fast. He tried to distract himself with the karaoke going on on the stage, but even for an average person it was pretty abysmal They couldn't even get the rhythm right, let alone the pitch. At least a couple of them managed to get the words out correctly though.

It was impossible for Damon to know how long he sat at the bar, watching Harper as subtly as he could as he listened to a steady stream of people butcher just about every song they tried to sing.

Damon lifted his hand for another glass, catching the bartenders gaze just before the guy turned and walked away. He saw Harper walking towards him, and his heart jumped up to his throat. "Eh...ah...another Rum and Coke with a double shot of rum please..." Damon said in a soft and semi-timid voice that he didn't even recognize as his own. When she was done preparing it and slid it across the bar he moved his hand out to meet it. Their fingers touched for the briefest of moments as he dared to lift his gaze. The sight of those beautiful green eyes lighting up when he met her gaze had his heart soaring now.

The sound of somebody clearing their throat shattered that tender moment into a thousand pieces though. Damon looked up when he heard the words "Hey babe". He wasn't so much surprised to hear the words as he was surprised to hear them from somebody that wasn't Cameron. His normally steady brown gaze flinched when he heard the words. She'd left his hotel room to return to Cameron, but now she was with this guy? What the fuck?

Damon swallowed hard, trying to hide or at least control the emotions that were flooding through his body. That was made especially hard when the man casually included Damon in his round of shots. The sharp clap on the back told him everything he needed to know about the man. "What's the occasion?" Damon asked innocently enough, as he lifted his gaze to meet Trey's light brown gaze.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Trey was observant and he never forgot certain details. Faces, for one. This guy may have put on some muscle but he was still thin like a reed, tall, but unimposing. He carried himself like he would rather sink into the floorboards, but Trey hadn’t missed the tightening of the other guy’s shoulders when Harper had made her way over to him to refill his drink.

Was this the puzzle piece he was missing? Maybe he had to look even closer at the rough edges and see if they all fit together.

A slow smirk crawled across his face.

“Hey man, it’s Trey Hughes. Don’t remember? We went to school together, Damon. I’m surprised at you — I thought you were the smart one,” he clicked his tongue in an admonishing manner.

“Thought I’d buy you a shot to celebrate your return to his fucking hell hole.”

Even though his words were easy, playful even, the gaze he gave Harper as a warning, another “move, bitch” kind of expression had her turning in seconds to robotically beginning prepping the drinks for the guys at the booth in the back and seven tequila shots (one for her, too).

“I forced myself to forget those years, babe,” she said, trying to keep the storm that she knew was probably coming at bay. “He probably doesn’t remember this place at all. He escaped this ‘fucking hell hole’, after all. What reason would he have to relive that miserable time?”

It was casual, but deliberately chosen lingo.

Trey laughed, but it was almost chilling. His eyes were still sharp but this time directed at Damon. Harper was out of Trey’s line of sight and directed her own pleading gaze to Damon, hoping he might understand that something bad was occurring and that her hands were tied. Her nonverbal communication skills weren’t that grand, but she had always had an expressive face and typically her emotions did shine through except for when she put all of her effort into hiding her cards.

Please don’t pick a fight, please!

“True. There’s nothing for him here,” Trey shrugged. “Life has changed a lot since high school, but if we weren’t good enough for him then, we’re still not. If city boy was smart he wouldn’t stay long,” talking about Damon as if he wasn’t there. It was Harper’s biggest pet peeve of things Trey did. Except for well, murder people like the asshole he was. Oh, and rape and blackmail and... Shit, he was just an asshole, really. Harper only liked his pretty face but it hid a pitch-black soul with a cruel streak running right up the middle of him.

Harper placed the combination of beer, mixed drinks and tequila on a serving tray, while sliding one across the bar to Damon and quickly downing one for herself.

“Drink up, ‘city boy’,” she warned, tone soft but face stoic again now.

“You’ll need it. It’s always been a bumpy ride out of this place.”

It was true - the one dirt road leading into town had potholes big enough to lose your tire in. They’d ripped up the pavement a handful of years ago with plans to refinish the road but budgetary cuts and priorities had lead them to dumping trucks of gravel with no asphalt for about a six-mile stretch until it joined the main road again instead. This hellhole was so revolting that the government even warned people away with their shitty road job.

There was a joke about this one local guy who had lost his eye doing God know’s what two years past; she thought she recalled something about a macular degeneration or some sort of medical problem where he’d gone blind in one eye — it wasn’t actually gone, just clouded over but completely sightless on that side. Apparently a stray piece of gravel had caught just right under someone’s tires and shot off like a rocket to crash land and take out Rocket Rob’s right eye. The name (and the rock, according to local legend) had stuck, even if people knew better.

All of that might have been true, but Harper was still stuck somewhere in the middle of that road herself, unable to escape her personal hell.

She grasped the tray firmly and carried it over to the four guys still waiting at table, avoiding Cameron’s eyes, keeping her back turned to the confrontation happening at the bar.

She needed Damon to get the memo. She hoped like hell that he understood.

 

[LucianDevine]

It wasn't until Trey said his name that the light bulb clicked in Damon's head. The click of his tongue was clearly intended to annoy him, but Damon just smiled back. "I am the smart one, but you know that I was never good with names. And buying me a shot to welcome me back to a hell hole? That's a bit weird, normally somebody would buy you a shot when you're leaving to go to greener pastures right?"

The look that Trey gave Harper put Damon on edge, but he knew he had to be careful. Cameron had always been the face of the group back then, but Trey had been the brains behind everything. Whenever a decision had to be made Trey was always helping everybody to make the "right" decision. He did it in a way that didn't make them feel forced, but the ultimate decision was always the one he wanted.

Trey quickly turned his gaze back to Damon but when he spoke the words were clearly meant for Harper. He talked to her about him as though he weren't sitting right in front of him. Though he held Trey's gaze, Damon saw Harper out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out exactly what she was trying to tell him, at least without letting Trey in on the secret, but he understood enough of it. While Trey wasn't necessarily looking for a fight he was clearly trying to assert his dominance. It was funny in a way. Such a show of bravado actually showed his insecurity more than if he hadn't done or said anything at all.

Harper's words drew the attention of both men, and Damon grabbed both of his drinks but lifted the shot first. "Thanks for the drink, but don't worry. I'm just passing through so to speak." He then lifted the shot and downed it in a single motion, not even flinching at that admittedly satisfying burn he felt in his throat. He set the empty glass down and reached for his preferred drink and took a long sip from it, hoping that Trey would get the hint and leave him in peace.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Damon refused to pay either of them any attention after the interaction.

The cold shoulder hurt but it was probably the best option to stave off a fight, so Harper pretended that he was some casual acquaintance she’d greeted politely in the streets and continued to move past. There was no other way to go about it. It still didn’t make her feel good, though.

Trey slapped Harper on the bum as she passed back around the side of the bar, snickering at her surprised expression.

Harper gave him a glance that was definitely anything but approving; he was still so immature.

She said nothing about that, though, instead noting the gentlemen in the tiny stage completing the set-up required for karaoke.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” she said to Trey. I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon was thankful that Trey finally walked away. He had had just about enough of the man as it was, regardless of how he and Harper fit together. He just sat there, nursing his drink and regretting that he'd come here in the first place. He'd known that it was stupid. I mean shit, what did he expect?

Of all the things that pulled Damon out of his own head, he couldn't really be surprised that it was music. The staff had just finished setting up for karaoke, and the first person that stepped up to sing did what could loosely be called a rendition of Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats". It wasn't so much the song that inspired him, but the original artist herself. Thinking of her reminded him of a performance she'd made and how the song he was thinking of related to his current situation.

Damon fought the urge to go up on stage for as long as he could while also forcing himself to pointedly ignore both Harper and Trey's table. The longer the fight went on though, the more his emotions boiled beneath the surface. It finally got to the point that he downed the rest of his drink and headed towards the bathroom. It was stupid, so fucking stupid. He should just leave, call a cab or an Uber and just fucking leave. He had just made the decision to do so and walked out of the bathroom. On his way across the room though, he saw Harper out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her reminded him of the promise he'd made 2 weeks ago, how he wasn't running away this time. It made his neck twitch and his hands ball into fists briefly.

Before Damon even really knew what was happening, he was moving towards the stage and the vacant microphone on it. He turned to the main console, punched in the name of the song, and hit play. He didn't even really care if anybody was listening or if anybody cared. At this point he just needed to get the song out of his head as best he could. He only had fifteen seconds to reconsider his decision to do this, the amount of time the intro played before the first vocal line. When the time came though, he lifted the mic, opened his mouth, and just let the music flow.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRWZRGx1GR8

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper paused, hand on the beer tap.

She didn’t recognize that voice as anyone from around town but it did have that soft but husky cadence to it that she loved from a man who had been whispering dirty things in her ear only a week ago.

She looked up, staring in awe at Damon as he began to sing.

Some sort of spell had fallen over the tavern. These people were used to half-drunk hooligans belting out the wrong lyrics in a horrible pitch that reminded you of the tomcat down the lane. That is, if they could even bother to string two syllables together. This was new to them.

Even Trey had turned around in the booth to do a double-take.

She never once dropped her eyes until alarm bells started ringing in her head as her peripheral vision caught the shifting of Cameron and Trey and the guys in the booth, returning to their conversation.

She hastily turned her back on everyone, but especially the stage, scrubbing the same spot on a collins glass multiple times until she was surprised the force of her rubbing hadn’t cracked the damn thing.

Fuck, but that man...

He was amazing.

Harper had really screwed up.

 

[LucianDevine]

With a scene like this there was no way to know how the crowd would react when he started to sing. He'd hoped for a positive response, but the silence that suddenly filled the place was more than even he could have hoped for. When the last soft note finally faded there was a moment of silence from the crowd before they actually started to cheer and loudly call for more, or at least that's what he assumed they were doing, since everybody was clamoring at once, but looking in his direction. HE paused to make sure that nobody else was going to step up onto the stage and take their turn before he turned back towards the machine and typed in another song name.

Damon took a long and slow breath, closing his eyes for a moment before pushing the start button. When the music started to play, the hush came over the crowd once more. He could almost feel their anticipation as he lifted the mic to his lips.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7a2qp0NTAU

It had been especially hard for Damon to keep his eyes off of Harper as he sang the first song, and he actually found it down right impossible not to look at her during this one. He saw her standing behind the bar with her back turned, but that didn't deter him in the slightest. He managed to keep his gaze off of her during the softer parts at the beginning of the song, choosing instead to cast his gaze around the room, as though he were trying to meet the eyes of each person one by one, including the table that Cameron and Trey sat at. He'd naturally seen the cocky man do a double take to make sure he really did see what he thought he saw, and Damon couldn't help but feel a swelling of pride. That pride fueled the crescendos on the back half of the song, and it was during those climactic crescendos that his gaze lingered on Harper, willing her to turn around and meet his gaze.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She couldn’t not watch him.

He exuded charisma and Harper was already addicted to him after one short night. She may not be able to have him physically, but here, in this cramped bar, Harper imagined he was singing only to her. His voice was lovely and she could see him lulling her to sleep with it on evenings they spent out on the porch swing in the heat of summer, cicadas chirping and the stars above them. Harper would fall asleep on his shoulder and he would gently cradle his wife in his strong arms and carry her into the house and up to bed, where she might stir for a sleepy smile and a sweet kiss.

Harper shook that dreamscape away.

It would never happen.

For now, Harper contented herself, maybe even comforted herself, with what she speculated was a longing expression on his face as he met her eyes under the harsh stage-lighting.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon found himself a little breathless after the second song. Seeing Harper turn around so that he could find her gaze had lifted his spirit and he gave the last crescendos everything he had. The crowd clamored once more, this time even louder than before, chanting for more just like they'd done before. He smiled and bowed his head. "Alright, one more, but we're going to take things down a notch or I won't be able to talk tomorrow." The crowd roared with approval and held the roar as he typed his final song into the machine. They kept cheering through the opening musical intro, making it a bit hard for him to hear it, but he didn't miss a beat, and the second he started to sing, the room went silent once more.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRAu4kvpmEs

Damon savored the softer opening parts, improvising on the long holds just because he could. His gaze once more settled on Harper as he silently dedicated this song especially for her. He was all but panting near the middle, but his body wouldn't let him give in, not in this moment. His voice lifted with the crescendo of the words "like a shooting star" swelling with the music, almost as though the line itself was giving him strength. His voice did crack a little at the height of the last "Waiting", but he managed to recover enough to finish the soft ending of the song.

As his hand holding the mic fell limply to his side, The crowd erupted once more. Damon found himself actually blushing as he set the microphone on top of the machine and moved to step off of it. His elation was halted when he lifted his gaze towards the bar once more, wanting to meet Harper's eyes again. What he saw instead though, was Trey leaning over the bar with his hand in her hair kissing her.

The sight of Trey kissing Harper killed any semblance of a buzz that Damon had going. He'd naturally suspected something going on between them when he had called her "babe", but to see it with his own eyes after his performance infuriated him to no end. It took every bit of willpower he had not to walk over there, grab him by the hair, pull his face away from hers, and bury his fist in it.

The sight of Harper and Trey was made doubly annoying, because as Damon was trying to leave the people that had been cheering for him were now trying to clamor around him, asking for selfies and the like. It was difficult, but he did eventually manage to make his way through the crowd to the bar where he could settle his tab. What should have been an easy exchange of cash was made harder by the fact that Harper had managed to untangle her face from Trey's long enough to print out his bill, tell him how much he owed, and slide it across the bar. It was hard as hell to force himself not to look at her as he dug out the cash plus tip, slid it across the bar, took the paper copy, and hastily exited the building. He made it as far as his car before he had to unleash some rage, shamelessly smashing his hands against the steering wheel. How could he have been so fucking stupid? He'd known she'd been spoken for when he'd started this whole mess. The fact that she was with Trey now didn't really change anything. He still the idiot who should have known better.

 

[Cum_Inside]

As Damon finished up and prepared to leave the stage after three heavy-hitting songs, Harper was a bit breathless.

He definitely could sing. She hadn’t known that about him, but somehow it suited him well. She was impressed.

She turned away from his performance to mix a cocktail and just before she did, she caught Trey approaching her from the corner of her eye. His expression was cocky and Harper just knew he was planning something. It turns out that it was nothing overly terrible, just a passionate kiss to her mouth in front of everyone, Damon especially. She realized it was a male thing — she could imagine that Trey would have pissed in her leg if he thought he could have gotten away with it to tell anyone to back the fuck off.

Harper wanted to roll her eyes.

When he pulled away, there was fire in his eyes.

“I’m heading out with the guys. Your fine ass better be home in an hour,” he husked, “or we might have a problem. Send pretty boy packing the fuck outta Dodge, Harper. I’m not kidding you. We don’t want him here.”

She nodded slowly, gulping down her anxiety.

“Yes Trey,” she whispered, eyes lowering to look at the spot where he was gripping the bar top.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Just like had happened when he'd first met Harper at the bar two weeks ago, Damon just sat in the driver's seat of the car for a fair bit of time, trying to give the alcohol time to pass through his system before he drove back to the hotel. It was something he would have done anyway, but knowing what he knew about Cameron and now Trey having some influence over the police, the last thing he needed to be doing was drinking and driving.

Damon did eventually reach into his pocket to pull out his phone. The paper receipt that was his bar tab came with it, and he was just about to shove it back into his pocket when he saw something written on it. The light from the bar was too dim to make it out, so he turned on the overhead light in the car to get a better look. He was utterly shocked to see that Harper had written him a note on it asking him to wait for her in the parking lot. He let out a loud sigh and shook his head. He wondered what she could possibly have to say to explain how she'd suddenly gone from engaged to Cameron to going out with Trey. He wanted to rip the damn thing up and drive away, and maybe he would have if not for the alcohol he was still trying to get out of his system. So wait he did, begrudgingly as it was, his hands fidgeting with whatever they could get a hold of.

 

[Cum_Inside]

It took her a bit to clean up after everyone had left, but she still had a bit of time before she had to be home.

She hoped that Damon had caught her hastily scrawled message and had waited for her, but she wouldn’t blame him if he’d put his pedal to the metal and sped off as far away from her as possible.

Relief bloomed in her belly when she exited the bar to the parking lot to lock up and found him leaned over the steering wheel with his head bowed. Locking the door behind her quickly, Harper jogged across the street under the street lamps and rounded the car to the passenger side. She knocked on the window and he jumped a bit, but thankfully Damon unlocked the door for her to slide inside.

Harper locked that door behind her too and reached to shut the centre console light off.

She was quiet for a moment before finally saying: “I think I have some explaining to do, but you have to trust me.”

Her tone was a bit frustrated and hopeless when she started to speak again a few seconds later. “Everything has gotten so fucked up. It’s been that way for a while now, but especially since you came back.” Harper looked away, staring out into the dark beyond the window.

“You changed everything. I can’t say I wasn’t happy with what happened between us last week, but there are things I can’t say. I don’t expect you to believe me, but I need you to trust me, please. I never asked for this. Any of it.”

Her tone was imploring, hoping that he’d give her enough time to explain what she could. This was already more than she was expecting.

“And you were fucking amazing in there, Damon. I hope you know. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Your voice, it’s just...”

 

[LucianDevine]

Time passed in a daze again as Damon waited, not knowing when Harper was going to come out or even if she would remember that she'd left him the note. His head was bowed and he was just staring at the floor when a sudden knock on the window made him jump. He turned his head, half-expecting it to be a police officer, but despite all his feelings he couldn't stop the small smile that came to his lips when he saw that it was Harper. He leaned over slowly to unlock the door before moving back to sitting upright in his own seat.

Damon watched as Harper opened the door, got in, closed and locked it behind her, and turned off the overhead light he'd had on. He swallowed hard as he watched her just sit there. He could see the gears turning in her head but he was hard-pressed to think of what she might be able to say to rectify the situation.

Harper's words, when they came, reflected how frustrated and hopeless she felt, but the words themselves still didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. He knew the situation was fucked up. Hell, he'd known that since he'd kissed her two weeks ago. From that point onward it was a giant downward spiral of fuck ups and frustration.

When Harper's tone changed Damon eyed her intently, noting the way she was imploring him to trust her, almost begging him to in a way. The words made him shake his head and bow it once more.

It was the final batch of words that made Damon lift his gaze once more. It wan't so much that he needed to hear the words from her, but they felt good to hear all the same. "Thanks...": He started weakly, his gaze dropping a bit. "I was singing to you..." He paused then and lifted his gaze to find hers once more. "I wish I could just steal you away and run until we found a place where nobody would find us..." It was still a pipe dream, and he still knew that, but he couldn't resist saying it once more.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and admitted “me too, Damon. Me too,” softly, almost under her breath.

She turned back to him in the seat and laid a hand on his thigh above his knee.

“Trey was at the house when I got back from the hotel. He... Didn’t like the way things were. You know his dad, Damon. Trey just has to open his mouth and he gets what he wants, even if that’s not mutual.”

She pleaded to any higher power listening that he’d get the memo there.

“I want you. But we can’t do this. Trey doesn’t want you here; he thinks you’re going to cause trouble, and if I was stronger, he might be right. I’m asking you to please just trust me and keep your head down while you’re around. It’s the best thing for both of us, and I know that probably means jack shit to you with me leaving you at the hotel. I’m sorry. I had overstayed my welcome and Trey cleared that up for me when I got home.”

 

[LucianDevine]

The words that Harper whispered so softly gave Damon some hope, as did the feel of her hand on his thigh. The words that followed just led to the same frustration he'd been feeling. On the one hand Harper was sort of telling him things and implying things, but it was so easy to confuse things in translation.

"I hear what you're saying Harper, I do..." Damon started, his brown eyes trying to find her green ones. "And I'm willing to trust you and go out on this limb with you. I'm willing to keep my head down, but I need you to give me something. I don't know what to think when I'm in the dark like this. I need you to give at least one of your points to me straight. No pronouns or workarounds. Just give it to me straight and we can go from there okay?

Damon could speculate what Harper meant when she said "not mutual", and he didn't really want to hear the words if he was correct, but in a way he needed to hear them. He was willing to do whatever she asked of him, but he needed some trust in return.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She really wanted to answer him, but if he happened to go looking and get his hand slapped... Harper would find out exactly where Leah was.

“Trey gets what he wants,” she echoed. “He has a secret over my head and I have no choice but to let him do whatever he chooses. Anything. Even if it means he takes it. If I don’t, I’ll get buried. I can’t... I can’t say anymore, but you know what I meant.”

She paused there, choking up.

“Not mutual,” she repeated.

Harper didn’t want to think about that anymore, so she pushed herself up onto one knee on the passenger seat. Her neck was bent a bit awkwardly with the cramped interior, but she didn’t plan to stay in this position for long.

“I have to be home shortly, but I want you to take my mind off this. Damon, please. You’re the only one I feel safe with, and everything feels so good with you. I need this so much,” she breathed, nose rubbing along the bottom of his jaw tenderly.

With a careful glance up at his face and no indication he might stop her, Harper pressed her mouth to his and kissed him forcefully, tongue sliding across his bottom lip.

 

[LucianDevine]

Harper's words confirmed what Damon had suspect. His head bowed as he was now forced to imagine Trey raping her god knows how many times. "I am so sorry, Harper..." Damon said simply as he bowed and shook his head once more. He hated the fact that all of this was happening, but he hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to help her even more.

While he didn't notice Harper when she changed positions at first, it was impossible not to notice her when she leaned close and spoke. He could hear the need in her voice. His brain told him to stop things before she could kiss him, but his heart told him not to.

Damon felt Harper inhale as she brushed her nose along his jaw . His eyes closed briefly before opening as he felt her pull the slightest bit away. When his dark brown eyes found her big green ones once more, he knew that he couldn't deny her. It was stupid and risky, but she needed it, and needed him. No words were necessary then, just that small smile that he had learned that she liked and a small nod of his head.

The sudden and forceful way Harper pounced on his mouth caught Damon off guard. Her tongue was sliding across his bottom lip before he even had time to register the kiss as a whole. His left hand rose to cup her cheek as he kissed her back, pushing his tongue out to meet hers. He let her guide this encounter, wanting to give her exactly what she needed in this most tender of moments.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She sighed happily into his mouth, fervour decreasing how that Damon was beginning to open up to her. He allowed her to lead for once and she was grateful. The kiss was great and all, but...

Harper’s hand slid down the front of his chest and she pulled away a bit with a wet smack of lips.

“I wish I had more time, but I need...”

Her fingers found his belt buckle, fingering it but not undoing the clasp. She would stop if he didn’t want this, but Harper really hoped he did. She waited for him to tell her to screw off, pushing her out of the car. It was one thing for needy kisses, but Harper knew that she hadn’t earned any of his favour over the last week and she didn’t deserve what she was asking for.

 

[LucianDevine]

The wet smack of their lips as Harper pulled away from him pulled a soft sign of dismay from Damon. He already found himself missing the taste and feel of her lips. His eyes opened when he felt her hand sliding down his chest though, He briefly wondered what exactly she wanted, but her words answered that immediately.

Harper's fingers found his belt buckle, but didn't do anything with it at first. Her eyes looked up at him, clearly asking for permission. The situation was so completely backwards that it would have been laughable if not for the seriousness of the events that spurred it on. Normally it was the man begging for the blowjob, but knowing what he did about her, it was a to pleasure herself and take her mind off of the shitstorm that surrounded her.

Damon let out a slow exhale as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. "I understand sweetie. My body is yours to do with as you wish. Take the pleasure you need." As he finished he pulled his hand back from her cheek, giving her the freedom of movement that she might need for what she was about to do.

 

[Cum_Inside]

That was music to her ears. For so long, men had control over her life. Harper loved to submit in bed, but it had to be the right man. The right one was offering his body to her control and she’d be damned if she didn’t take it.

Her fingers were nimble when they tugged the fastener to his belt and pants open and reached inside his boxers for his dick. Harper licked her lips at the sight of it in the dark, wrist stroking him quickly to full hardness.

Her words were lewd.

“I’m going to go home to him with your cum in my belly, Damon. You’re the one I want even if I have no choice.”

And then, hot wet heat descended around his cock as Harper sucked eagerly at Damon’s cock with the intent of seeing just how quickly she could get him off. She wanted to take her time, always, doing this for him, but they just didn’t have that liberty now.