An Uncompromising Position....

Harley straddled Sawyer's lap and pressed her lips passionately against his. He had no choice but to answer her intensity with his own. As much as he desperately desired to embrace her fully, he just couldn't. He was helpless to the onslaught of her kiss. He had no idea how he'd gotten himself in that situation.

"Now," she said seductively. "Isn't it better to be here, kissing me, than pining away for my sister?" He was afraid to answer in any manner but the affirmative and nodded. She didn't let him speak before she again leaned forward, cupped his chiseled jaw in her hands, and thrust her lips upon him once more. There was no questioning the fact that her assertiveness stirred him. At last, when he felt as if his last breath would leave him, she pulled back and gasped for air herself.

"Harley, why are you doing this? What prompted this?" he asked pleadingly.

"Harper's an idiot, Sawyer. She doesn't deserve you. I see the way you look at her, and she's never going to be the woman you want her to be. She'll never be able to satisfy you the way I can." With those words Harley moved her hips in slow circles and pressed herself down against him. Her teasing was becoming more than he could bear.

"Harley, we can't do this. You can't do this. She's your sister! And I do love her."

Harley grew angered and slapped him. "How can you say that after you've just spent the last ten minutes with your tongue in my mouth?"

If Sawyer had the capability of striking her, he probably would have. "I wasn't the one who started this! I don't even know how I ended up here!" Sawyer retorted angrily.

Harley grinned at him mischievously. "You're right. I did start this." She brushed his cheek where she'd struck him, and again kissed him. This time, though, she slid her hand into his pants as she did. Like a bronco he tried to buck her off, but she'd have none of his rejection.

"I can't do this, Harley," he informed her, though his resolve had weakened considerably. There was little he could do to resist, such was the position she'd gotten him in. Harley leaned back, grinned again, and toyingly tugged at the hem of her T-shirt. As much as he wanted to close his eyes and pretend he didn't want to see, he instead stared pie-eyed as she lifted the shirt from her shoulders and revealed herself to him. "Harley, please," he begged.

Sawyer had been dating Harley's older sister Harper for nearly two years. While theirs was a seemingly loving relationship, Harley was absolutely correct; Harper would never be the woman Sawyer desired, or deserved. What Sawyer didn't know was that Harper had been sleeping with Sawyer's best friend Dillon for at least the last six months. Harley had caught the two in the act when she came home from work sick one afternoon. To say that she found them in a compromising position was an understatement. Embroiled in the throws of their passion, however, neither Harper nor Dillon had heard Harley enter the apartment that she and Harper shared, and neither did they hear her leave.

From that day forward, Harley had sworn that, when the timing was right, she would pin Sawyer down and enlighten him to the error of his emotion and the heartache to which he was subjecting himself. That day had come.

"Sawyer, she's cheating on you. She's been cheating on your for months! Why do you want to be with her," she whispered in his ear before playfully nibbling on his earlobe.

"I can't believe that, Harley! I just can't."

Harley smirked, leaned forward and reached towards the nightstand. Her right breast brushed his cheek as she did so and Sawyer shuddered. When she sat back, she had her phone in her hand. There was playful evilness in her eyes as she pressed play. At first she just let him listen to the sound of Harper's moans as Dillon ravaged her. When the horror had sufficiently gripped his face, she turned the phone around to show him the short video she'd managed to snap that fateful afternoon. There was no questioning the fact that it was indeed Harper and Dillon. When Harper reached around Dillon's back and dug her nails into his flesh, Sawyer could make out on Harper's wrist the tennis bracelet he'd given her for Valentine's Day the year before.

"I don't believe it," said Sawyer mournfully.

"The video doesn't lie." Harley turned it off and again reached forward to set the phone back down on the nightstand. This time, however, Sawyer took advantage of her position and toyed with her flesh with his teeth. Her whole body tingled at the sensation of his touch.

"Now, are you ready to give in to me?" she asked, before again pushing her face to his. He offered no more resistance. He was hers. Harley shifted on top of him just enough to undo his pants and take him at last. She'd wanted him since the first moment she'd seen him, and knew in her heart that someday he would be hers.  The encounter did not disappoint; as furiously as their love making had begun, it ended equally as intensely and they both gasped for air.

Surprisingly it was Sawyer that spoke first. "I guess I chose the wrong sister."

Harley laughed. "I told you I'd make you understand that."

"You could have been a little more subtle about it. I still don't know how you managed to get me in this position."

She slapped him again, this time playfully. "You're a man. Subtlety doesn't work on you."

"Still, you could have maybe, I don't know, I mean there are other things you could have done to get your point across."

"Where's the fun in that," she teased. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy this?"

Sawyer breathed deeply. "No, definitely not saying that."

"Good, because there's plenty more where that came from."

Sawyer smiled. "I look forward to it. But," he began.

"But what, lover?" Harley cooed.

"But can you please untie me now?"

 

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