Little Connor; Big lies (Coronation street)

Thirty One

Harper knew that Carla wasn't happy with how she was with Nick. She was fed up of it though. Knowing that Carla was only acting like it because of her own past with Nick.

Harper knew that she needed to somehow figure it out. And figure out how to make things work but she wasn't sure it would. She loved Nick. And she wanted to make it work with him. But part of her was worried it was going to fall apart.

Harper had spent the night with Nick again. She was in the kitchen making breakfast. Nick walked over to her. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Harper's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work. The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Harper's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her. She knew the outfit would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Harper moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Nick..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Nick pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.

"Jesus." Harley panted. Her hands where white knuckling the edge of the counter as she gripped it to prevent her torso from sliding forward...

her toes barely touched the ground as it was and his thrust only served to lift her higher.

He'd pull almost all of him out of her, then slam back inside, one hand pushing her ass down ensuring he bottomed out.

Her breath was staggered but she could still hear his grunts behind her.

"Fuck..." She groaned as her body jerked against his, giving into her release.

Nick's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her away from the counter, forcing her to brace herself with one arm around the back of his neck.

"Jesus. Fuck... Nick... I can't..." She panted, her free hand digging into one of his arms.

"You can." He purred, failing to relent in the force with which he was shoving into her.

He was stronger than a first glance made him appear, though she knew this, and relaxed into his vigorous pace.

There wasn't any reason to tire herself more than necessary and he was right, she could keep going.

At this point, other than the slightly uncomfortable position and how sore she knew she'd feel the next day, he was doing all the work.

"I can stop if you need," he said. His hips continued to thrust, but his statement was prompted by how limp Harper had become in his arms.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Nick smirked at how strained her voice sounded, somehow managing to increase his pace.

"Fuck..." Harper hissed when her body shuddered against him again. She would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his arms holding her in place.

Nick thrust a few more times before succumbing to his own release, grunting against the back of her neck.

He gently leaned her over the counter again, chuckling when her body sag against it. "Lift up baby." Her hips rose slightly allowing him to slip out of her.

Harper attempted to stand, but her legs shook with her weight, dropping her into his arms again.

"Are you ok?"

She chuckled, but let him support her. "Yeah, my legs are just a little wobbly."

"Here..." Nick scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch, settling in next to her once he'd pulled his trousers up. "Better?"

"At least until the soreness kicks in," Harper mumbled over her shoulder at him and he chuckled.

***
Harper stumbled through the street. She was ever so sore from her sex with Nick. She knew that she loved it though. Even though she felt as though she needed a hot shower.

Charlee walked over to her. "Wow. Judging by how you're walking, you got throughly shagged," she told her.

"I did. And I loved it. I just really need a hot shower. And soak my limbs until they're normal again," Harper said.

Charlee smiled. She looked to her. "So I'm pregnant. And I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do about it."

"Oh wow. Adam?"

"Yeah. And now my whole head is a mess. Mum doesn't know. She's already on the rampage about you and Nick. Saying how she's going to break you up, so can't really add this to her stress levels," she told her.

Harper shook her head. "I'm fed up of this. She needs to get over the past. I'm with Nick. And I love him. Mum needs to accept it. Because I'm getting so fed up," she said to her sister.

Charlee smiled. "I think mum just needs to see that you're happy. And that Nick isn't taking advantage of you. Which I can understand it won't be easy. But prove it to her," she said.

***
Harper walked into the flat. She saw Carla who looked to her. "You were with him again weren't you?" She asked.

"If by him, you mean my boyfriend then yes. He's not some bad guy mum. He loves me. And I love him. We're going to be together. Whether you like it or not," Harper said as she walked into her bedroom.

Unaware of how Carla was plotting to get her own way. To break up Harper and Nick.