Chapter 9 Harper-Rayn
HARPER-RAYN
What the hell was I thinking coming here? I should never have called him, but what choice did I have? What happened last night . . . I can’t just allow this shit to go on. I need to get to the bottom of it, and having someone like Knight Slater in my corner could only be good.
I hope.
I’ve spent all night sleeping in his spare bedroom.
Scrap that. I didn’t actually sleep. I tried, but the very knowledge that he was in the next room kept me wide awake.
I bet he couldn’t sleep either. His body was probably burning the same way mine was, fire pulsing through his veins, daring him to come to my door and take what he’s always wanted.
My body was buzzing all night, and the need to go in there and take everything I’ve craved for so long was killing me. I could smell him all around me, my skin burning from the feel of his shirt wrapped around my body. It was too much. Just the thought of what he could do to me . . . fuck.
I’m in trouble, and I don’t mean the kind of trouble I could find myself in with my new stalker. I mean the definitely going to fuck my step-uncle and see a whole new version of family drama kind of trouble.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Step-uncle. Step-uncle. Step-uncle. He’s my fucking step-uncle!
Why is that so hard to get through my head? Probably because the man is an Adonis, and even in the middle of my freak out last night, he had the audacity to ask me if I have the ability to keep my greedy hands to myself.
Holy hell.
There’s no doubt about it. Knight Slater knows exactly what he does to me. The question is, does he ever plan on doing anything about it?
It’s a little after nine in the morning, and I’ve spent way too many hours tossing and turning in Knight’s spare bed.
Though I think it’s clear that I would have preferred to spend my night tossing and turning for a whole other reason, but that’s neither here nor there, and if anybody asks, I would deny it with everything I have.
I need to get out of here, preferably before Knight gets up. I’d love to avoid facing him over an awkward breakfast.
Throwing the blankets back, I get out of bed and grab my things before quietly tiptoeing across the room.
I open the door and peek out into the hallway.
Knight’s bedroom door is wide open, but I can hear the shower running, and I let out a sigh of relief before traipsing down the hallway to the main bathroom.
I quickly pee before splashing water over my face, and for just a moment, I consider taking his shirt off and putting my rain-soaked clothes back on.
After a moment of reflection, I decide that if he wants it back, he’s going to have to peel it off my body.
Preferably extra slow with those dark eyes locked on mine and a promise to turn me into his sweet little cream pie.
After finding a new toothbrush in the drawer, I get myself ready for the day.
At some point, I’m going to have to take a quick power nap before returning to work tonight.
Not that it’s really in my best interest to keep working through all of this, but I’m not about to neglect my career for this asshole stalker.
I brush my long hair with my fingers before pulling it up into a messy bun. I can deal with it properly when I get home. It’s a hot mess, and after being hit with the rain last night, the flyaway hairs have become a real problem.
The little makeup I put on before work last night is mostly smeared across the pillow in the spare bedroom, but what managed to survive the night still looks acceptable, and with that in mind, I make my break for it.
Taking all of my shit with me, I creep back out into the hallway, and still hearing the running shower, I smile to myself. He’s not catching me out today. After the night I’ve had, along with the lack of sleep, I can’t be trusted to make good decisions.
I’m going to have to schedule a meeting with Laith ASAP and start punching that loyalty card hardcore.
Making my way down the hall, I hold my breath, trying to be as quiet as a mouse, when a deep, delicious groan sounds through the house.
“Ahhhh, fuck.”
Whaaaaaat?
I come to a dead stop in the center of the hallway, my breath catching in my throat as my heart leaps into action, madly pounding. Is he . . . ? No. There’s no fucking way.
“Mmmm.”
Sweet baby Jesus. He is.
Knight Slater is jerking off in the shower. Good lord, have all my Christmases arrived at once? What the hell have I done to deserve such a heavenly gift sent directly from the big man upstairs?
Maybe Knight thought I’d already snuck out. Or perhaps that ego of his is simply too big that he doesn’t give a shit what I overhear. He’s putting on a show, and if that’s the case, it would be rude not to appreciate a performance.
Nerves pulse through my veins, threatening to pull me under, but I haven’t had a coffee yet, and I can’t be held accountable for the stupid things I do.
Turning on my heel, I creep back up the hallway, pausing in front of Knight’s open bedroom door.
My bottom lip catches between my teeth, and as I let out a shaky breath, I finally step inside. My nerves take on a life of their own. They’re electrifying, and as I put one foot in front of the other, another soft groan fills the room.
A heavy pulse thrums between my thighs, and my breath comes in faster. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be there. Steam flows out the open ensuite door, and I find myself hovering in the doorway, my shoulder propped against the frame.
This is the boldest thing I’ve ever done in my whole life, and yet I can’t bring myself to turn around and leave.
My gaze shifts toward the shower, and I thank the Michael B.
Jordan gods that his shower is entirely glass.
Knight is completely naked, and the water rushing off his sculpted body makes my mouth water.
Every delicious, tattooed inch of him is perfect.
So fucking tall with those broad shoulders and his wide chest. The deep ridges of his abs trail down to the most breathtaking V, and then finally, that massive, thick, veiny cock in the palm of his hand.
I suck in a gasp.
His muscles bulge and flex with his movements, and his eyes are closed as he works his fist up and down his impressive length. Soft grunts and groans fill the small bathroom, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
Knight rolls his head back as his tight fist works up to his tip and the thick column of his throat bobs as the pleasure works through his body. His eyes open just a fraction, meeting mine through the steam-filled bathroom, and for a moment, I panic.
My heart comes to a dead stop, but as he keeps working that thick cock, I realize he’s not about to stop just because he has an audience.
“I, uhh . . . Just came to tell you that I was leaving.” My hungry stare rolls up and down his body, completely infatuated by the thick veins leading to the tip of his impressive cock.
“Oh yeah?” he rumbles, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
A stupid smirk pulls at the corner of my lips, and I push off the edge of the door frame, holding his wicked stare. “You look a little . . . caught up. I’ll see myself out.”
My smile widens, and without another word, I turn on my heel and stalk out of his bedroom—despite the way my body so frantically craves his touch.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Knight’s possessive tone rips through the room behind me, bringing me to an immediate standstill.
I turn on my heel to find him standing right where I’d been only a moment ago, his cock still braced in his big hand as the water drips off him, making my mouth water. He’s fucking glorious.
“Home,” I say, knowing damn well that my cheeks are flushed.
“Get on your knees, Morticia.”
Well shit.
His tone is a stark demand, no room for argument and as my brow arches, and as his fist continues working his thick cock, I find myself dropping to the carpet, my knees spread like the perfect little submissive whore I want to be for him.
Knight holds my stare from across the room, his intention crystal clear in his stormy gray gaze, and as he slowly strides toward me, I realize that even if he doesn’t touch me, I’ll be ruined for the rest of my life.
My chest heaves with anticipation, burning inside of me, coiling like a spring ready to explode. He inches closer, and I feel myself begin to crumble. Anything he wants, I’ll give it to him without question.
Knight moves in front of me and reaches out, grasping my chin as his thumb dances across my jaw, and I have the sudden realization that I would happily spend every night of the rest of my life on my knees for this man.
His eyes shudder as he continues working himself, and I can’t tear my eyes away, that dazzling cock just inches from my face. Beads of water linger on his skin, glistening in the soft morning light streaming through his bedroom window, and my tongue itches to lap up every last drop.
“Mmmmm,” he groans, that tone full of the sweetest seduction. “Such a pretty girl.”
Butterflies swarm through my stomach, and I can’t respond, so I just hold his gaze as he works himself right to the edge. When he releases his grasp on my chin, I suck in a deep breath, desperately needing his touch on my body.
His hand moves around the back of my head, and when he grips my hair and pulls my head back, the anticipation becomes too much to bear.
“Open.”
His voice is thick with need, and I oblige within seconds, opening my mouth as wide as it’ll go, inviting him in.
Knight doesn’t hesitate, pushing himself right to the back of my throat, filling my mouth to the brim, and I close my lips around him, letting my tongue explore as I keep my eyes locked on his.
He’s right on the edge, and I quickly work him, sucking hard as he pushes past my gag reflexes. His hold tightens in my hair, and I reach up to curl my fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing tight.
My other hand curls around the back of his strong thigh, digging my nails into his warm skin.
“That’s my good little whore. Show me how much you want it.”
I work and work, pushing myself to my limits as my cunt pulses with desperation. I need him to fuck me, to shred me to pieces, and claim every inch of me.
Knight groans, and as my head bobs up and down over his cock, he pulls me in tighter. “Fuuuuck, Harper. I knew you’d be a greedy little vixen.”
Pride swells in my chest as a grin pulls at my lips, but I fight against it, determined not to mess with my flow, but when his eyes flutter again, I know I’ve got him. Hook. Line. Sinker.
His grip tightens in my hair as his other hand returns to my chin, grasping tight, and with those dark, wicked eyes locked on mine, he comes hard, shooting his hot load right down the back of my throat.
“Swallow it,” he demands, but the request is not necessary. I wouldn’t waste it even if I could.
I greedily swallow him down, taking every last drop he has to offer as his chest heaves with frantic breaths. He stares at me in astonishment as though he can barely believe what the fuck just happened here, and honestly, neither can I.
Knight slowly inches out of my mouth, and I make a show of licking my lips.
“Now you may go,” he rumbles in that deep, thick tone that drives me wild.
His lips quirk up into the filthiest grin, and with that, he turns on his heel and stalks back to his bathroom, leaving me writhing on the ground, untouched and desperate for more.