Broken Promises

POV HARPER

Sitting on this stupid plane looking out the window, I'm still fuming over the bull shit that has happened over the last week. Turning up the volume on my phone, I adjust the headphones in my ears. Cross my arms and try to close my eyes to get some rest.

Flopping around in my seat, I can't help but wonder what happens when I land in Dallas after my dad picks me up and we drive the hour to Tiny-Town-USA. I know my father as well as anyone could from the yearly Christmas phone calls and birthday presents that show up every year. I even tried texting with him through the years, but it always fizzled out.

I can't help but play back the last week in my head as I watch the ground grow closer.

"Come on, Mom this isn't funny." I said leaning against the door frame of our kitchen.

My mother sighs rubbing her eyes. I have tried over and over again to change her mind but she doesn't budge. "Harper I love you but can we please just drop it your going to your dad's."

"But why this is bull shit!" I said throwing my arms up.

"Hey watch your mouth." Steve called out from his normal spot on the living room couch.

Yuck I think rolling my eyes. What the hell did Steve know? He was a fat car salesman my mom has dated for years and for some unknown reason married him last month. To be honest this was all this fault. The two of them are going on some honeymoon cruise and Steve thought I shouldn't waste my summer at home. So now I'm flying to Texas so I can stay at my dad's house and work for his construction company. I'd rather stay in Michigan at my friend's house but that's not an option.

"Look hun I'm sorry but I agree with Steve it will be good for you. Plus you can save up and buy a car when you get back." My mom said walking past me rubbing my arm.

It was the same thing every day after that and even today on the car ride to drop me off at the airport I went back and forth with my mom. Knowing I had lost I kissed my mom and the cheek and hugged hugged her goodbye. As I walked up to the door I quickly turned around and flipped Steve the bird.

Chuckling to myself I felt a gentle hand on my arm looking up I see the super sweet flight attendant smiling down at me. "Sorry to bother you but please put your seat belt on we are starting our descent."

Nodding I take my headphones out and put them and my phone in my backpack before putting on my seat belt. After a few minutes, I'm standing on an escalator. I see a middle-aged man holding a cardboard sign with measly handwritten letters. "Harper Jackson"

Rolling my eyes I walk over to him. I put on my best fake smile when he hugs me. "Hey, kiddo how was the flight?" My dad asked.

"It was okay thanks for asking." I said

"Is this your only bag or do we need to make a pit stop?" He asked reaching for my backpack.

"That's okay I've got it. And yeah I have to go over to the baggage carousel for my suitcase."

He shoots me a quick smile before turning and walking to the carousel. So this was Nathaniel Jackson. He was in pretty good shape for a 45-year-old. His hair was the same sandy blonde as mine but other than that we didn't look much alike. He had on a worn T-shirt and some old blue jeans with a baseball cap and work boots.

We didn't talk much while waiting for my suitcase or even most of the truck ride back to Tiny-Town-USA either. After 30ish minutes of awkward silence my dad spoke. "So what's new with you?"

"Nothing really I guess I graduated a few weeks ago." I said picking at a loose string on my pants.

"Yeah, I saw kiddo. Your mom emailed me a video." He said and he kept talking but I wasn't really paying attention. I zoned out the rest of the trip all the way up to him pulling into the driveway. "Hey we are here." He said.

Looking out the window I saw a nice two-story white house it has a big porch in the front with a swing and a two-car garage. The house was probably two times the size of our place back in Michigan.

"Nice house." I said getting out of the truck.

"Thank you I built it." Dad said pulling my suitcase out of the back of the truck.

"Holy shit really?" I ask taking from him.

He chuckled a little walking up to the front door. Huh, that's new I expected him to jump my ass as Steve does, shrugging I followed close behind him. Once inside I was honestly surprised at how nice the inside was. It looked more like a modern home magazine than a bachelor pad.

"You'll be staying up the stairs second door on the left I'm down the hall last door on the right. I'm gonna order some pizza for dinner any special request?" He asked kicking his boots off at the door.

"I'm cool with anything other than veggies." I said looking around.

"Okay cool." He said pulling out his phone.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I said walking up the stairs.

"Okay, kiddo I'll call up when the pizza gets here." Dad said popping open a beer and sitting down on the couch. Opening the door to my room my jaw dropped. There was a queen-sized bed, dresser, two nightstands with lamps, and a huge closet. Everything was clean and neat. Seriously, did this guy hire a modern home magazine to decorate his house?

Throwing my stuff on the bed I opened the bathroom door. It was a private bathroom score! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Setting on the counter were new bath towels and my shampoo and conditioner along with a new toothbrush and toothpaste.

I was surprised when a few days ago he called me and asked if I needed anything. I listed a few things I couldn't bring on the plane but I blow it off figuring he wouldn't follow through. Turning on the hot water I stripped stepping into the shower letting the hot water wash away everything from today.

After a while, I stepped out of the shower wrapping myself up in the fluffy new towel and one for my hair. I turned on some music on my phone and get dressed. It was a lot hotter than I thought so I threw on an old T-shirt and some P.J. shorts and made my way downstairs.

At the top of the stairs, I could hear two men talking shrugging I figured it was Dad and the pizza guy.

"Hey, Dad what kind of pizza did you get?" I said turning the corner into the kitchen. What I saw will be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Leaning up against the kitchen island was a man in a tight t-shirt. His bicep were huge making the t-shirt he was wearing look that much tighter and his chest looked like he was made of stone. His jawline put Michelangelo's sculptures to shame. This dark black hair was short but there was enough to get a hand full. The honey mixed with forest green hazel eyes made mouth went dry.

"Hi." He said smiling at me. I could feel every inch of my body heat up. He had just a little scruff on his face making him that much sexier.

"Hi?" I said kinda confused.

"I'm John I live next door and work with Nathan." He shot me that same smile and I swear my panties got wet. "You must be Harper.

I nodded as I watched him pop the top off a beer and take a few gulps. His muscular neck made my heart throb as his Adam's apple bobbed. Now I needed a drink.

Turning around I wanted to run backup to my room and slam the door but instead, I ran right into my father's chest. "Easy kiddo I Almost dropped the pizza." He said walking past me and setting the two boxes down on the counter. "Did you meet John?"

"Yep I sure did." I said looking at the ground. I prayed my cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Walking over to the other side of the island I sat on the bar stool trying not to stare at him.

The two of them went on and on about work every few seconds taking a bite of pizza or a sip of beer. I was just trying to get threw the one slice on my plate but MR. Sexy made it very hard. Lost in a daydream, I heard his deep husky voice calling my name.

"Hello? Earth to Harper." He said leaning on his elbows just inches from my face. I knew I was blushing then.

Pushing my lips in a thin line I look away. "What's up?" I ask completely embarrassed.

"There is a huge pool out back if you get bored. Your dad and I have a barbecue every Saturday." He said taking out another piece of pizza.

Oh god, I get to see this man every Saturday? Thinking about seeing this man possibly shirtless made me choke on a bite of pizza. Coughing I reached for the first thing I could and before I released it, I downed the rest of his beer.

"Harper Ann." My dad said taking the beer from me.

"I'm sorry." I said my eyes were tearing up and I was trying to catch my breath. Standing up I walked out of the room and straight out the back door. Could this get any worse? Sitting down I let my feet drip in the water. It was so nice and cool I leaned back and watched the sky start to turn orange. After a while and a thousand mosquito bites later I walked back inside.

John and had turned on the TV in the living room and started talking about work. I tried to sneak past them but John called out to me. "Hey going to bed already?"

"Yeah it's late and I had a long day so good night." I said making my way to the stairs.

"Alright, well goodnight sweetheart." John said giving that pantie-dropping smile one last time. I tried not to swoon as I walked up the stairs.

I heard my dad call out to me too but I just have him a thumbs-up and kept walking. Opening the door to my room I closed the door as quietly behind me as I could before flopping down on my bed. Picking up a pillow I covered my face letting out a low scream.

I laid there for a while throwing myself a little pity party until I decided to get up and unpack. It was at that point that I remembered the towel still wrapped around my hair. "Great job Harper you dumb ass." I murmured under my breath as I threw it in the clothes hamper.

After unpacking my suitcase and filling up the dresser drawer a flash of movement caught my eye. Looking out my window I saw John standing in his bedroom.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it onto his bed. I knew I shouldn't put I crawled onto my bed keeping my eyes glued to him. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and I couldn't help but notice how nice his ass filled out his jeans. Turning towards the window he pulled his shirt off in one swift pull.

My jaw dropped. The muscles in his chest were tight and he had a six-pack. An evil idea flooded my mind as I reached down. My panties were wet and my clit was throbbing and swollen. Looking back up at him I saw his muscles flex as he reached for his belt. I made small slow circles over my clit soft moans escaped my lips. I had done this a few times but it never worked like this.

He undid his belt slowly like he knew I was watching and I kept pressure on my clit. I could feel the pleasure building in me. My moans were getting louder and louder and I grew closer to climax. He pulled his pants down and I could see his dick bulging in his boxers.

His large hand palmed over the bulge and his head fell back letting out a low hiss. I was spellbound and couldn't look away has he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers tugging them down.

His cock bobbed up and down hard and glistening on the tip. My mouth dropped and my throat went dry. where they supposed to be that big?

Tilting my head to get a better view grinding on my fingers i can feel the overwhelming heat taking over my core. My breath caught in my throat as I watched john wrap his hand tightly around his cock pumping it up and down.

His ass flexed as he fucked into his hand and I tried to match his rhythm but i just couldn't keep up. My eyes blurred and I started to shake.

My eye shoot to him when I hear his ragged voice "That's it baby girl you take me so well." I moaned to his dirty talk.

His hips bucked wildly as his body tensed as his cum shot into his hand. huffing he bend down picking up his shirt and cleaning his hand we made eye contact and he winked pulling the curtains to his window

"Oh god!" I moaned cumming. Panting I lay there. There is no way that just happened.

After a cold shower, I went to sleep so much for this summer being boring.