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All At Once

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A light-hearted, feel-good story of two lonely souls who come together under strange circumstances to form an unbreakable love.

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Chapter 1 - Pretty Little Thang


She looks amazing.
She feels amazing.
She is amazing.

Not even thirty minutes ago I didn’t even know her name. But now I don’t think there’s even a possibility of forgetting it.


With her beautiful long, tan legs straddling each side of my waist, and her plump lips, free of paint, trailing soft kisses down my jaw, then neck. Making her way down my naked chest, letting her tongue poke out with each kiss.

I let out a soft moan when her lips trailed along the band of my Calvin Klein’s. I took her chin delicately in my hand bringing her face back to mine and kissing her feverishly.

Rolling us around so I was on top and she was completely naked under me, I continued the kiss moving my face eagerly down to her perfectly sculpted breasts.

She let out the most sexiest moan when I started nipping and sucking whilst I let my hands travel down each and every curve of her beautiful body.

Getting impatient she slipped her hands down from where they were lying on my chest moving them down my abs, then to the waistband of my boxers.

Slowly I slipped them off.

And then there was nothing in between us.


The next morning I woke up in my apartment alone.

She left.

I can’t blame her. She was most likely embarrassed after the whole thing, and didn’t want to have an awkward conversation with her “one night stand”. But I would have made sure she was comfortable with me.

I don’t even know her last name. All I know is that when I saw her at the bar with the sad expression that almost seemed permanent, I made it my duty to make her happy in some way.

Admittedly when I first approached her I expected her to immediately know who I am. So when her wondering eyes never even stopped on mine I was a tad confused, but at the same time thrilled that she didn’t know who I was.

I sat down in the stool next to her and asked if I could buy her a drink, she said “Thank you. But I don’t drink.”

I looked at her in confusion then drifted my eyes down to the cup in her hands.

“Oh it’s sprite,” she informed me.

I burst with laughter. I mean come on this is a bar and she orders sprite.

She starts to chuckle along, understanding why I’m laughing.

“Seemed like the stereotypical thing to do in my situation. Come to a bar,” she said laughing a bit. She had a beautiful laugh.

“And what situation is that,” I asked genuinely curious.

“Well,” she started seemingly preparing herself for a long story, or what was probably a story she’s had to tell many times. “I recently graduated from college with my masters in photography, you know kind of a big deal,” she said shrugging her shoulders and slight anger coating her words.

“They call my name and I walk on stage in my cap and gown expecting to see my family and loving boyfriend. But what do I find? My family and no boyfriend.”

So far her story didn’t sound too terrible, though I suspected that there was a lot more to it.

My theory was proven correct when she continued her story, “You know being the amazing girlfriend I am,” she said placing her hand over her heart, “I went to our apartment. What do I find? He’s in bed!”


“With my best friend.”


I take a drink of my water, still looking at her over the rim of the cup.

“She had messaged me earlier that morning saying that her plane was delayed so she couldn’t make it. I guess she forgot to mention that the plane wasn’t the only thing she would be riding!” she snorted.

Water starts to trickle down my lips as I struggle to hold in a laugh. When I try to swallow, the water goes the wrong way and I start having a coughing fit.

Soon I feel a hand pat my back with just enough force. Her face comes into my view when she slightly bends to where my face is being cradled by my own hands.

She chuckled lightly, “I didn’t think it was that funny.”

Dabbing my mouth with the napkin a looked over at her, “It was funny, but it mostly just shocked me.”

I never would have thought that such words could come out of such a pretty mouth.

Looks like I was wrong. And something tells me that this wouldn’t be the only time she would prove me wrong.

We continued to sit on the bar stools talking about random subjects, I did everything in my power to make her laugh and forget about the troubles that were clouding her mind.

Eventually she started to become restless, bouncing her knee up and down, while simultaneously drumming her fingers along the table.

I took a look around the bar and noticed different couples dancing around, even if this wasn’t a club.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked her, raising my voice slightly to overpower the music.

She gave me a heart stopping smile, and a curt nod. I held my hand out, waiting for her to take it. She stared at it for a few moments before hesitantly taking it.

Once we reached our designated dancing spot, we started dancing, even though I felt (and probably looked a little awkward) she moved with such grace, gently swaying her hips to the beat.

“You know I never got your name,” I stated matter-of-factly. She lifted her gaze, mulling the idea of giving me her name around in her head. When she finally came to a decision she spoke up, “Harper,” she said simply.

I chuckled, “What that’s it! I don’t even get a last name?”

She smirked at me. “How am I not sure you won’t stalk me on social media,” she said cheekily. “Fair point,” I gave in with a soft chuckle.

“What about you?” she asked, still dancing.

“Myles,” I said smiling. “And no you won’t be getting my last name either.”

“Dang,” she said snapping her fingers, “there goes all my plans of cyber stalking,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

I chuckled at her sarcasm.

We continued to dance. Eventually the dancing turned a little more intimate. My hands clutching onto the rough fabric of her denim shorts that hid her hips. Her back was turned to me, her hips flush against my front.

Harper seemed confident in her movements. Grinding to the rhythm of the music.

It was beginning to feel a little hot in here. She seemed to be feeling it too, because next thing I know my back was pushed into the nearest wall and her lips claimed mine.

Jolts of electricity could be felt from my fingertips all the way down to my toes.

Harpers soft hands cupped my cheeks pulling me closer.

Swiftly I turned us around, kissing roughly, letting no air between us.

“Jump,” I said roughly, my voice a little lower than usual.

Immediately she did as I said, wrapping her smooth legs around my torso.

I let my hands run down her body until I reached her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. She gasped, and I took this as my opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Then I moved to her neck. Kissing it softly, taking a few nibbles here and there.

“Myles,” she moaned softly.

And if I told you I didn’t feel even more turned on than before then I would be a liar.

I brought my lips back to hers, immediately deepening the kiss.

She bit my lip slowly, pulling it back with her teeth.

We stared at each other for a good few seconds, both of us slightly panting.

“My place?” I asked still staring into her beautiful green orbs.

She nodded, her lips parted ever so slightly. I leaned down giving her one last lingering peck before I grabbed her hand in mine, leading her to my car with my hand lightly on the small of her back.

And that brings me back to the present.

Alone in my apartment.

That was until my door suddenly bursts open and in walks my four best friends and teammates, that I had admittedly forgotten I had went to the bar with in the first place.

“Dude, what happened last night?” Jake asked with a knowing smile.

Teagan spoke up, “Last we saw you, you were dancing with that beautiful brunette,” he finished wiggling his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes but smiled never the less at the memory Harper and I dancing.

When they noticed the cheesy grin on my face they chuckled.

“She was a pretty little thang,” said Jax with his southern twang, that we all had, from living in Texas, though his is stronger from living here the longest.

“Yeah. She was,” I said unable to get rid of the smile on my face.

“All I’m saying, is that I hope you used a condom,” said Talon.

Instantly the smile dropped from my face.

Oh sh-

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