8. Harper
HARPER
The euphoric feeling I’d had from Ghost’s version of a wake-up call evaporated instantly. “There was another attempt on Dax? Do you know anything else? Is she all right?”
“Weston reached out to let us know about the latest hit, but we are waiting to hear more information. They had to go radio silent and camp out in a safe house she had already set up,” Magnus explained.
“What we’re more concerned about is the fact they still want you.
I figured they would drop it once you vanished, but you’re the weakest link in the people who mean something to Dax. ”
Sitting up, I grabbed a pillow to hug for support and to cover myself, not feeling like leaving myself exposed. “So they want to kidnap me to draw her out? God, I’m not sure if I should feel offended or not being called the weakest link.”
“What the world doesn’t know yet is if they fuck with you, they fuck with us, and no one will live through that,” Jaxson stated, as an expression I’ve never seen crossed his face, and it made me extremely glad he was on my side.
“Am I in danger here?” I asked, looking at all three of them.
Suddenly, with all this coming to light, I was grateful they could track my every move. If someone did come after me, at least I knew they could get me back.
Magnus kneeled in front of me on the bed and reached out to hold my throat, gently caressing a thumb up and down my pulse. “Doll, you are the safest woman in the world. If anyone tries to fuck with you, they won’t be breathing for long.”
“Screw that. If they even manage to get close enough to get a glimpse of my angel, I take ‘em out and leave the body where people will take notice, so they get the message,” Ghost grumbled as he slid off the bed and stalked into the bathroom.
Magnus’s grip tightened slightly, bringing my gaze back to him. “I was going to offer, in good faith, for us to remove the tracker, but I’ve since changed my mind. While I know we can keep you safe, I don’t like to take unnecessary risks when it comes to things that are mine.”
Holy fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot, but goddammit, if it isn’t the sexiest thing someone has ever said to me.
“Leave it. I was just thinking to myself that knowing you can find me gives me peace of mind,” I said, struggling to keep my voice from betraying my train of thought.
“That’s my good girl,” Magnus purred, leaning in to kiss me slowly and deeply before pulling back. “Now go take a shower and get ready for the day. I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you’re done.”
There was no other way to respond to that than to nod my head and watch him leave. I had to admit, with these triplets, they were a sight to see coming and going.
“You’re thinking something dirty, aren’t you, gorgeous,” Jaxson whispered in my ear, scaring the shit out of me, having forgotten he was there.
With a yelp, I flailed and almost fell out of bed, but Jaxson was there to rescue me, pulling me back up, laughing.
“Don’t do crap like that, Jax. I almost cracked my head open, falling off the bed,” I muttered, chucking a pillow at him and sliding off the bed—feet first this time.
When I reached the bathroom, I found it empty, which surprised me, not seeing Ghost leave it. Clearly, I was going to need to accept the fact that living with ninjas was going to give me gray hair at a young age.
Like everything else in this house, the bathroom had a surprising lack of walls other than the three that made up the space itself.
The floor was all stone, and there was a drain in the middle of the floor with a showerhead coming down from the ceiling.
A stone bench took up the length of one wall in the shower area where it wasn’t really needed in the flow of the room.
This made me wonder if they put it in just so shower sex could happen.
I turned the knob, and water started to rain over my body as I adjusted the temperature.
Leaning my head back, I made sure my hair got good and soaked before I realized I didn’t look for shampoo or conditioner.
The triplets hardly had any hair, and they were boys.
A bar of soap might be all they used. When I glanced around the space, I sighed.
There, in the corner, was a set of shelves with what I was looking for.
I shouldn’t be shocked they had all the products I usually used, even down to the cheerful yellow razor.
I got it because, in my shower, it was always so dark, it made it easy to find.
Grabbing the shampoo, I lathered up, going through the motions of dealing with my ten pounds of hair. Hands reached out and stopped me as I was scrubbing at my scalp. “Let me,” Jaxson ordered as he pulled my hands away.
This wasn’t the first time I’d showered with a guy, but it was the first time they wanted to wash my hair.
A moan slipped out the second he started massaging my scalp with his strong fingers.
I was putty in his hands as he washed, rinsed, and conditioned my hair all the while humming a song I didn’t know.
After rinsing out the conditioner, I figured we were done and started to turn off the water, only to be tugged away.
“Oh no, gorgeous, I’m not done with you. Don’t forget I know your routine, and today is shaving day,” Jaxson pointed out.
“It’s fine, really, yeah, I do it every other day, but that’s work Harper. Vacation Harper says that’s too much work,” I whined as he held me against his naked body. “Magnus is making food, and I haven’t had coffee. Shaving will take too long.”
“Not if I do it for you,” Jaxson said as he started to run a soapy loofa over my stomach. “I promise I’m very good with a blade, but I’ll use your razor this time since it’s your first experience.”
I blinked a few times as my brain tried to catch up to what he was saying. “You want to shave for me?”
“It would be my honor and delight to take care of you in any way I can. By the sounds of it, today, it’s helping you shave. Who knows, if you enjoy it, you might let me do it all the time,” Jaxson answered.
Stunned, I stood there as he picked up the yellow razor and the can of shaving cream I used for my lady bits.
“Whoa there, buddy, I’m not letting you shave my snatch.
There is trusting someone with your life.
Then there is trusting someone with a blade near your kitty lips.
I’m not sure we’ve reached that level yet. ”
“Which is why I’m going to start with your legs, and when it gets to the point I move to that area, we’ll revisit this topic. Now sit so you don’t slip, and I get the best vantage point. I don’t want to miss any hairs.”
When it came to shaving legs, I felt like that should be hard to fuck up.
I mean, Jaxson shaves his face every day, so he would know how everything works.
I wasn’t convinced I should let him close to my downstairs kitty-cat.
Cuts down there were a bitch and a half to heal and always rubbed in the worst ways.
I took a seat as he kneeled, lifting my leg to have my heel rest on his thigh.
His hand stroked up and down, sudsing up my leg before he started with the razor.
To my surprise, he was gentle, efficient, and detailed.
Clearly, this was something he enjoyed doing if the calm, relaxed look on his face was anything to go by.
“You have taken such amazing care of your body from the tip of your toe…” he murmured, stroking my foot with the tip of his finger before lifting it to point at my head, “… to the top of your head. Thank you for giving me the chance to help look after you in this way.”
Cocking my head to the side, I watched him as he took a cup of water and rinsed the leg he had finished shaving. Once it was free of soap, he leaned down and kissed the top of my thigh before moving to the other leg. He repeated the process, giving me heated glances when he got closer to my pussy.
“So what will it be, Harpster? Will you trust me enough to be this intimate with you?” he purred, running the loofa over the top of my pussy, letting his fingers catch on my clit.
I gasped, not realizing how sensitive it still was from Ghost’s attention.
When Jaxson pushed my legs wide and tugged me forward, my ass was on the edge of the bench, exposing everything to him.
He started to kiss from my sternum down to my belly button as he slid himself closer, his hands trailing from my ribs to my hips.
“I promise to take very good care of you in all ways. All you have to do is let me,” Jaxson pressed, catching me with his gaze. “How about it, Harper, will you let us in, let us protect and care for you in ways you never knew you needed?”
Everything in me wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of the situation I was in and the excitement of it all, or was I really feeling this way?
If they came to me at any other point in my life, I would have never even considered this suggestion, but God, did I want to.
Then Ghost’s words ran through my head as he asked me what I had in my life to go back to other than Dax.
The answer was I didn’t have anything, not really.
“I want to say yes, but I’m scared,” I admitted since I didn’t have anything to lose, being honest.
Jaxson hummed while nodding his head in understanding. “Trusting is one of the scariest things we can do. Giving trust means they could take advantage of it too, but what if they don’t? What if they give you more than you could have ever dreamed of? Don’t you think it’s worth the risk to find out?”
Was it? Growing up, I only had my grandparents looking after me when my parents died in a car accident with a drunk driver.
They’d done their best to look after me, but they were already in their late sixties when ten-year-old me was dropped in their laps.
While I was in college, both of them passed away a year apart from each other, leaving me well off enough to pay for school, start my business, and have a home to live in that was paid off.