22. Rae
22
RAE
W hen I got the official word that I won the fan vote spot at Wild Fest, I had a mini meltdown. I’m not a girl who’s used to getting what she wants. The fact that I had to work my ass off for it only made it sweeter.
Harrison King, on the other hand, knows exactly how to get what he wants.
From the second I walked in and spotted him, his gorgeous face tight and his expression intent, it was clear he wanted me.
He shifts me up onto the desk, stepping between my thighs and squeezing my ass.
My pulse races. There’s a fine line between thrill and danger, one made sharper by the look in his eyes.
The man might actually be an animal.
He cups my breast in one large hand, the coarseness through the lace I wore for him feeling so damn good. I’m suddenly aware of tradespeople working outside.
“Is this room soundproof?”
Harrison’s grin is wicked as he shrugs out of his jacket and strips off his shirt. “You have a problem with anyone hearing you, you’re going to have to stay quiet.”
My attention drags to his beautiful body, all angles and ripples of muscle. If I did have a problem, he’d stop. But I’ve already faced down one fear. This is a celebration of that, a way to show myself I can take more.
Until he shifts closer, rubbing his impressive erection against me through the lace and the fabric of his pants. He takes my other breast too, his fingers and thumbs rolling my nipples, and my head falls back.
“Oh, shit.” The words spilling from my lips only make him twist harder. Heat drags a line from my breasts to my core, where I’m already wet.
“Beautiful girl.” It’s a praise and a taunt at once, and when his lips claim mine, I moan into his mouth. Most of the time, the difference in our ages and experience falls away when we’re together. But once in awhile, he reminds me.
Like the commanding way he says, “Lie down.”
Harrison reaches for the champagne, holding it over my reclined body. My stomach tightens as he tips it over and…
I hiss out a breath as it hits my breast, cold on my already peaked nipple. His mouth is there the next second, sucking roughly through the damp lace in a way that makes my thighs shake.
“The desk?—”
“Christening it, and you.”
“Like a boat?” I taunt. “You hate boats.”
He retaliates by dropping fizzing champagne in my belly button and sucking it up. It tickles and thrills at once, and my legs wrap around his hips on instinct.
Next between my legs. The cold makes me jerk, but his hot mouth is there to lick it up.
When he drags off his pants and black boxer briefs, he steps back. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
He pins my wrists over my head and my body tenses instinctively at the feeling of being restrained and helpless. But the look on his face tells me I’m safe with him, that he’d take on the world for me.
“I don’t take that for granted one goddamned second, Raegan.”
My heart skips a beat.
He yanks my thong to the side, sinking two fingers inside my wet core.
The grip on my wrist doesn’t relent. After a few pumps of his fingers that build the ache inside me, I’m grateful he’s holding me down. Otherwise, I might float off into space.
“You’re beautiful, and you’re mine,” he rasps, bending close to run his lips along my neck, my jaw. “Today. Tomorrow. No matter what. Tell me you want that.”
His thumb presses down on my clit, fingers still playing with me, and I explode under his hands.
“Yes. Fuck , yes.”
Harrison soaks up every second of my reaction with blazing eyes and tight body.
“How is it possible that every time we finish, I want more?” I pant.
“You saying you’re not satisfied?” We both know he’s joking, because I’ve probably had more orgasms since meeting him than I had in my life before.
“I’m saying you’re turning me into a monster.”
He strokes down my cheek, eyes softening. “We’ll be monsters together, love.”
He’s dragging my thighs apart to shift between them when my phone goes off on the desk near my head.
“Ignore it,” he growls, playing with me as he strokes his hard length, preparing to fuck me.
I do, but it rings again a moment later.
Frustration fills me and I grab for the phone, meaning to switch it to silent, but when I see the name I suck in a breath.
“I have to get this.”
“Don’t.”
There’s an edge to his quick response that’s more than irritation, but I push on Harrison’s bare chest until he lets me up.
“It’s my brother.”
* * *
“What happened to the honeymoon?” I ask Kian when he shows me to a private office at the end of the long hallway of his medical practice.
I haven’t been here since he opened it more than five years ago. The standalone building is shiny and new looking, with a cheery yellow waiting room and a perky receptionist.
“I had to wrap up some things here before we left, so I planned a week in between.” He reaches into the bar fridge and pulls out a water, holding it up. I shake my head, and he opens it, taking a long drink.
“My wife told me you gave us a very generous gift,” he goes on, though the small talk feels awkward. “You’re my little sister. You didn’t need to do that.”
“It was my pleasure.” I recall the check I dashed out and stuck in a card. “So, do you want to tell me what you didn’t want to talk about over the phone?”
His brows knit together as he shifts a hip against the large desk holding a monitor, notebook computer, and reams of files. “I got a call from Zach. He’s been arrested. Technically, it was a call from his lawyer, who wanted to talk to a few of his friends. Sounds like there are multiple charges. Sexual assault. Possession of pornography of underaged women. Girls,” he amends.
The blood drains from my head.
The floor tilts under my feet, and I press a hand to my stomach as if it’ll stop the sudden lightheadedness.
“I just finished meeting with his lawyer, and your name came up.”
He swallows once, again, as if forming words takes an unusual amount of energy. “Did something happen with Zach?”
“I’ll take that water.”
He listens while I explain what happened ten years ago. I expected it to be impossible, but I’ve told Harrison and Annie, and the practice seems to have made it easier.
“Raegan, I don’t know what to say.” He rubs both hands over his face.
“Mom and Dad didn’t want to deal with it. I heard them arguing about it. Mom was pissed, but Dad said no one would take it seriously.”
“I didn’t know what the problem was, but I saw the guilt eat at them whenever I visited,” he admits.
“How close are you and Zach?”
Kian straightens, his face a mask of agony and disbelief. “He stood up for me, but now… I don’t know how I’ll look him in the eye again.”
“Dr. Madani?” The receptionist is at the door, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, but you wanted me to keep you on schedule.”
“I’ll be right there.” He nods, and she looks between us before walking back down the hall. “What do you need from me, Rae?”
“You didn’t have my back then. Have it now.”
The emotions swirling in me as I leave are less about what happened then and more about processing the news that Zach’s been arrested.
There’s no way Zachary Whelan went from a career to a future in a jail cell, or that he did something that got him caught in the last few days after a decade. I don’t believe in coincidence when Harrison King is concerned.
It was Harrison. It must have been. He’s the only thing that’s changed in this equation.
Was he waiting for updates while we were fucking in his office? What about in New York, the night before my show? Had he already put this in motion?
When I head over to Harrison’s place, I’m remembering how he said we aren’t like normal people. The reminder of how easily he can wield that power and for whatever he wants hits me like a bucket of ice.