Harper really did not like her cousin, Jade. Granted, there were times when she was able to tolerate the flamboyant and slightly classless blond, but those times were few and far between.

The main reason that Harper disliked her cousin was that Jade could beextremely persuasive and often used her skills to convince Harper to do many flat-out stupid things.

Jade’s persuasive abilities were the very reason that Harper was currently standing in front of an unfamiliar house, waiting for her cousin to stumble down the block in her too high heels so that they could enter the house.

Harper had been curled up in her hotel room’s bed with a mini bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a can of Coca-Cola, watching some dreadful, yet captivating show about American gypsy weddings, when Jade gave her a ring about some party that her friend was having that Harper just had to go to. She had tried her best to convince Jade otherwise, but failed miserably because here she was an hour later, at the party.

“Jesus Christ, you look like a streetwalker in those bloody shoes,” Harper called to her cousin, who was still roughly half a block away.

Jade made a high-pitched whining noise and waved a rude hand gesture in Harper’s direction. But what caught Harper’s attention instead was a chuckle that came from the porch behind her.

Startled, she whipped around and found a man staring at her. He was leaning against the brick exterior of the house and had a cigarette hanging from his mouth, which was set in a smirk. When he noticed Harper looking back at him, he raised his hand in a lazy wave and the smirk grew.

Not particularly liking the leer he was giving her, Harper turned her attention back to her ridiculous cousin, who had finally made her way to the house.

“These things are really hard to walk in,” Jade grumbled, referring to her shoes, as she wobbled up to Harper and wrapped an arm around her for support. “That’s the price of beauty, though, right?”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Jade’s shallowness, Harper chose to not respond to the question and, instead, made haste in getting her cousin in the house so she could ditch her.

When she managed to get Jade up on the porch, Harper saw that the smirking guy was now holding open the door for them. As Harper walked Jade through the door, the guy’s dark eyes locked with her light ones and held contact until Harper and Jade were inside.

Once they were farther inside the house, Jade lightly elbowed Harper’s ribs. “Someone seemed pretty interested in you,” she teased.

Focused on dumping her cousin somewhere and getting the hell away from her, Harper chose to ignore Jade’s comment.

“Harper, are you listening to me?” Jade shouted in Harper’s ear.

That certainly caught Harper’s attention. She glared at her cousin and let out an annoyed sigh. “No, I’m not listening to you, Jade,” she snapped. “Please, because I care so much about your gossip, repeat yourself.”

Jade didn’t catch on to her cousin’s sarcasm, so she was more than happy to repeat herself. “That guy from outside couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, Harp,” she gushed with a wide grin on her face. “Do you know who he was?”

“He was a creep who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. I’m not interested,” Harper said dismissively.

Jade rolled her large brown eyes and swatted at Harper’s arm. “No, silly, that was Mike Fuentes! He’s the drummer of Pierce the Veil. I’m surprised you didn’t know that, his band plays the kind of music you’re into.” When Harper didn’t bother to give a response to this bit of information, Jade pressed on. “Anyway, I don’t know how things work over in England, but here, when a guy looks at you like Mike was, it’s a good thing.”

“No, I’m pretty sure staring down a girl is frowned upon everywhere. You just haven’t realized it yet,” Harper said with a cheeky grin.

“Oh fine, be no fun.” Jade pouted her lips in the most unattractive way and rolled her eyes again. “Oh, there’s Casey! Go get a drink from the kitchen and mingle a bit, Harp. Try to have some fun!”

With a wave sent over her shoulder as she wobbled away, Jade disappeared into the crowd, leaving Harper to stand in the middle of the crowded sitting room by herself. She was left with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, both whispering in her ear. The angel told her to go back to her hotel to avoid trouble, while the devil cackled about how much fun it would be to get piss drunk, then shag a hot stranger. Slowly, the angel’s voice of reason faded out until only the devil could be heard, suggesting that she try to hook up with that Mike guy because, even though he appeared to have a staring problem, he was cute.

“Oh, fuck it,” she mumbled to herself while turning her back to the living room in order to find the kitchen.

The decent-sized kitchen wasn’t difficult to find, thanks to the steady stream of people entering and exiting it with drinks in hand. As soon as Harper walked into the room, she saw what seemed to be an endless supply of alcohol. An assortment of liquors were set up on the island and on the floor next to the island stood a cooler filled with beer. She nearly squealed like a kid in a candy shop at the sight.

“Thank you, Jade,” she whispered as she stepped up to the island to choose her drink.

Deep in thought about whether she wanted to play it safe and just have another Jack and Coke, or if she should have a few shots instead, Harper didn’t notice that someone was trying to get her attention until a hand touched her shoulder and a voice nearly shouted “hey!” in her ear.

Much to her surprise, when Harper turned around, Mike stood before her.

“Need some help?” he asked with a slight nod to the array of alcohol on the counter.

“I think so, actually,” Harper said. “Should I have another Jack and Coke or do some shots?”

Another smirk made its way to Mike’s face as he lifted his shoulder in a quick shrug. “Well, which gets you drunk faster?”

He snickered at his ‘joke,’ while Harper rolled her eyes and took a few steps away from him. Maybe she wouldn’t be trying to hook up with him tonight.

“Wow, that was sooo funny,” she said sarcastically while reaching for a red plastic cup. She then walked over to the other side of the kitchen where a bottle of Coca-Cola was sitting on the counter and grabbed it before going back to her previous spot at the island. While preparing her drink, she shot Mike a dirty look. “So is that what you do at parties-- Get girls drunk so that they’ll fuck you?”

Not missing a beat, Mike nodded his head. “Yeah, all the time.”

Shaking her head, Harped clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “That’s disgusting, man.”

Mike stared down at her over his cup as he took a long sip from it. When he lowered the cup from his lips, he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Look, that was dumb of me to say. I don’t really do that at parties-- purposely, at least. It was just a really bad attempt at a joke.”

“That’s not something to joke about.” Harper shook her head and clucked her tongue again. “Do you know how many people get taken advantage of while drunk? It’s a scary statistic, Mike, let me tell you.”

“I realize that and I’m-- Wait a minute.” Mike grinned and narrowed his eyes at Harper. “How do you know my name?”

Realizing her blunder, Harper had to fight the urge to actually physically kick herself. The fact that she knew his name was a dead giveaway that she, at one point, had been talking about him, which meant that she had been paying him at least a tiny sliver of her attention. As she stared back at him, she decided that he seemed like the type who would get cocky about such a thing. And while she sincerely wished to avoid hearing his smug remarks about it, she had been caught red handed and had to fess up to it.

“My cousin told me.”

Mike’s thick eyebrows raised as his grin transformed into a smirk. “Oh, so you two were talking about me? Were you discussing how devastatingly good-looking I am?”

“Actually, we were discussing how you’re a creepy bloke who needs to learn that staring a girl down isn’t how you get into her pants.”

Quite proud of how she was handling the situation, Harper returned Mike’s smirk before taking a large gulp from her drink. From how frequently she went out to pubs with her friends back home, she had encountered her fair share of guys who came on too strong. Usually, she would just ignore them until they went away, but something about this Mike character just wouldn’t let her do that. For whatever reason, she felt as though she had to be sassy with him.

“That method has worked for me many times before,” Mike said as he took a few steps closer, causing Harper to stumble backwards until her back was pressed against the stainless steel refrigerator. Leaning forward, he pressed his palms flat against the fridge on either side of her head. “Why fix something that ain’t broke?”

Harper wanted so much to reach up and smack the shit-eating grin off of Mike’s face. He was obviously a bed hopper who thought quite highly of himself, and that kind of man annoyed her to no end. But instead of getting physical, she dipped down and stepped out from the barrier he had created with his arms and sauntered toward the exit of the kitchen. Before stepping back out into the crowd, she pivoted on the toes of her trainers to face Mike one last time.

“Good try at being seductive, but it’s not gonna happen,” she called out while flashing him a cheeky smile and raising her cup to him. “Cheers, you arse!”

After catching a glimpse of the scowl on his face, she slipped into the crowd, intending to never see him again.
- - -

A sink faucet was not the most comfortable thing to have pressed into one’s back, but Harper was too preoccupied to remedy the slightly painful sensation in her lower back. Plus, the feeling of teeth nipping at her collarbones most definitely made up for the pain in her back.

“Come on,” she whined, fisting the front of his shirt. “Stop fucking around already! A quickie is supposed to be quick.”

After biting Harper’s skin hard enough to make her hiss in pain, Mike lifted his head to glare at her. “You have got to be one of the whiniest people I’ve ever met in my life. Jesus Christ--”

Not in the mood to hear Mike’s complaints about how whiny she was, Harper pressed her lips against his, hard, in hopes to shut him up. As they kissed, she busied her hands with unbuckling Mike’s belt and tugging down his tight black jeans. Once the fabric was bunched down at his thighs, she slipped her hand into his boxers and took hold of him. At the skin to skin contact, he groaned and his hips bucked forward.

Harper slipped her hand out of his boxers while breaking the kiss, then, even though it made her cringe a bit, spit into her palm. While spitting into her own hand wasn’t something she was very fond of, she realized that a dry handjob was something that Mike most likely wasn’t very fond of, either. So, she sucked up her displeasure and took hold of Mike once again.

While she set a steady pace with her hand, Mike fumbled with her shorts, trying desperately to get them off of her body.

“Fuck, what kind of magical shorts are these?” he grumbled after he managed to be unsuccessful for a third time at grabbing hold of the zipper on them. Obviously frustrated that he couldn’t get the shorts off, he buried his face in Harper’s neck and let out a rather childish whine. “Harper, I can’t get your stupid shorts off. Help me.”

Fighting the urge to giggle at the man-child, Harper stroked his hair a few times with her free hand while murmuring, “You need to calm down a bit, and then you’ll be able to get them off.”

“You’ve got your hand around my dick and you’re seriously telling me to calm down a bit?”

Between the way Mike voiced his question, and the look he was giving her at that moment, Harper couldn’t help the guffaw that slipped past her lips.

“It’s not funny!”

“Yes it is!”

The unamused look on Mike’s face became even more unamused, so much so that Harper actually began to feel a teeny bit bad for laughing at him. To make up for it, she reached down and unzipped her shorts before tugging them down her legs. “Problem solved.”

The next couple minutes were a blur of sloppy kisses, roaming hands, and labored breathing. By the end of it all, Harper was sitting precariously on the sink bowl’s edge with Mike standing in between her legs, lining himself up with her entrance and staring down at her, silently asking her if it was okay. After the single nod of her head, he slowly entered her.

A surprised gasp sounded from Harper. It had been a while since she’d last been with someone, but she wasn’t expecting the sharp pain that she experienced when Mike tried to move.

Hearing the small whimper that followed the gasp, Mike immediately stopped moving. “Shit, this isn’t your first time, is it?” he asked.

“No,” Harper snapped, the uncomfortable sensation filling her causing her to become annoyed. “It’s just been a while.”

“Do you not want to--”

“Just give me a second, alright?”

“Okay...”

Harper leaned forward to rest her forehead of Mike’s shoulder. After taking a few deep breaths and screwing her eyes shut, she whispered, “You can move.” and gritted her teeth.

Mike pulled out, then slowly moved back in. By the time he had repeated the action several more times, the pain Harper had been experiencing transformed into pleasure.

As the rhythm of Mike’s thrusts found a steady pace, Harper buried her face into his neck in an attempt to muffle her moans and cries. Her teeth nipped at the skin underneath of his ear, which resulted in him groaning loudly. As payback for her teasing, he pulled out of her completely, causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. But when he slammed himself back into her, the whimpers turned into loud moans that could put any porn star out of a job.

“Fuck, Mike, I-I’m cl-c-close.”

Harper’s hands slid under Mike’s loose t-shirt and looped around to his back as she desperately searched for something to hold onto. With the new speed and angle Mike was going at, he managed to hit the spot inside of Harper that made the feeling of intense pleasure in her stomach grow, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on before she lost control.

“Harper...goddamn, you feel so good, baby,” Mike groaned as his thrusts began to get sloppy and erratic. “You almost there?”

The particularly loud moan that fell from her lips confirmed that Harper was indeed very close to her release.

Mike put his all into a final few thrusts before he grunted loudly as he reached his high. Harper followed close after in her own release, whining and writhing as her fingernails dug into his back, no doubt creating angry scratches in the skin.

“Fucking hell,” Harper mumbled after a few minutes of silence, aside from her and Mike’s heavy breathing.

A muffled “yeah” came from Mike as he nuzzled his face further into Harper’s neck.

Not following quickie protocol at all, Harper wrapped her arms around Mike’s slim waist and (somewhat awkwardly) cuddled into him as she tried to get her bearings. Even though she still wasn’t all that fond of the annoying bloke with a staring problem, he had taken a few steps closer toward her good side after that performance. Therefore, as the two stood together in the cramped bathroom, it was kind of a nice moment. Until, of course, someone started banging on the door.

“You guys done fucking in there?” an annoyed sounding male voice called from the other side of the door. “I have to take a piss something fierce and I’d rather not do it in my pants!”

Harper wasn’t sure if it was possible for one’s whole body to blush, but she sure felt like her’s was. “Uh, y-yeah, hold on a second,” she shouted back before smacking the back of Mike’s head to get his attention. When he lifted his head with a groan and glared at her, she said in a hushed tone, “C’mon, didn’t you hear him? We have to get out of here.”

“Alright, alright,” Mike grumbled as he pulled out. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

Harper rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother to dignify Mike with a response. Quickly, she redressed and tried to adjust herself enough so that it wasn’t obvious that she’d just been shagged in a bathroom.

“I’m seriously about thirty seconds away from pissing my pants,” the guy in the hall complained loudly, pounding against the bathroom’s door.

Obviously frustrated by the heckler, Mike yanked open the door. “You’re even worse than her with the complaining. Be a man and just fucking hold it,” he snapped before slamming the door closed once again. Then, he turned to Harper. “You ready to go?”

The fact that he had the decency to take the time to ask her this threw Harper off-guard. She knew he wasn’t a total scumbag, but she didn’t think he was the type to defend his one night stand from a whiny guy with a tiny bladder and then ask if she was ready to leave, which hinted that he wasn’t planning on ditching her immediately.

“Um...yeah, guess I am.”

Mike opened the door again and let Harper step through it first, following after her. The tiny-bladdered guy shot them a glare as they passed, to which Mike matched with his own dirty look. In a final display of anger, the guy slammed the bathroom door shut after he’d slipped into the room.

“Asshole,” Mike muttered under his breath.

A smirk pulled at Harper’s lips when she heard Mike’s mumbled insult. Starting down the hallway, she wondered what was going to happen next; would she and Mike go their separate ways and never see each other again or would they go back to dancing and drinking together like they had been doing before? And more importantly, what did she want to happen next?

She was so deep in thought about this that she nearly shrieked when Mike suddenly grasped her shoulders and pushed her up against the nearest wall before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers in a quick and slightly sloppy kiss. When he pulled away, Harper couldn’t help but feel slightly dazed.

“I’m going outside for a smoke, but, uh...” Mike trailed off and bit down on his bottom lip. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he appeared to be deep in thought about something. But the moment soon passed and he continued with a small smile on his lips. “I’m going outside for a smoke, but I’ll be back in a little while for you, okay?”

Wordlessly, Harper nodded her head and returned his smile.

“Cool,” Mike said before he continued down the hall, leaving Harper behind.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched his retreating figure until he disappeared down the staircase that led to the lower level of the house.

Notes

Look who channeled her inner sex kitten and wrote some smut! This is actually my first time writing smut, so please be gentle with me.

This is going to be a relatively short story. If all goes as planned, this will have three chapters, all featuring some smut.

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