Chapter 13 #2
I reach down and grip her arms, pulling her off the step and straight into my arms, holding her within my warmth.
“If the next word out of your mouth is sorry, I’m going to bend you over my fucking knee and turn your ass red,” I rumble, unable to keep from noticing just how cold her skin is.
She must be freezing. “Don’t ever apologize for coming here. You understand me?”
Harper nods against my chest, and I can’t help but breathe her in, but I regret it almost instantly. “Goddamn, Morticia. You smell like death.”
“What did you expect? I spent almost an hour climbing over corpses currently decomposing and experiencing different stages of rigor mortis.”
“That’s . . . fucking disgusting.”
Harper scoffs in agreement, and while I’d love to stand here until the sun rises and hold her in my arms, I need to get her inside.
Reluctantly releasing her, I step around her and unlock the door before leading the way inside. “Are you hungry?”
Harper shakes her head. “Just cold.”
I nod. I could wrap her in a million blankets and tuck her into bed, but this chill seems bone deep, and the fastest way to conquer that is to shove her into a hot shower and have a warm soup or hot chocolate waiting for her afterward.
“Come on,” I say.
Harper follows me into my home, and I hastily lock up behind her before leading her into my bedroom and straight through to my ensuite.
I could have easily taken her to the main bathroom, but having her in my space like this just seems better.
Plus, the main bathroom only has a bar of soap and maybe a spare toothbrush.
I rarely have visitors, and when I do, they know if they want to shower, they’re going to have to cater for themselves.
Okay, that makes me sound like a dick, but it is what it is. I don’t like my home being too comfortable for others. I prefer my visitors to come for a good time, not a long time. Harper though, she could stay here every day of forever, and I don’t think I’d care one fucking bit.
Harper follows me straight into my ensuite bathroom, and I don’t hesitate to reach into the shower and turn on the hot water.
She stands awkwardly shivering in her scrubs, not knowing how this is going to play out.
With her so cold, I don’t care for the usual formalities.
I simply grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head.
“Pants,” I say.
Her lips press into a tight line and she begins to toe off her shoes, and as she does that, I lean back into the shower and make sure the water temperature is just right.
When I turn back, she’s standing before me in nothing but a black bra and matching thong, and while I’d give the whole fucking world to have her, I resist the animalistic needs pounding through me.
But there’s no denying it, she’s fucking stunning.
Agonizingly breathtaking, and it kills me that I can’t have her as my own.
Harper moves to reach around herself to unhook her bra, and I start to make my escape, knowing damn well that if she were to even look at me right now, I’d be in that shower with her, claiming every inch of her creamy skin.
“There are clean towels on the shelf,” I tell her, pointing them out as I stride back toward the door. “Everything else you’ll need should already be in the shower.”
“Thanks.”
Stepping out of the ensuite, I close the door behind me, giving her all the privacy she needs. Then as she showers, I make my way into the main bathroom and have a shower of my own before taking off to the kitchen and making her hot cocoa.
Once back in my room, I grab one of my shirts for Harper to wear to bed, knowing damn well that I’ll probably never see it again—considering the last shirt I let her borrow is nowhere to be seen, but I don’t care. I actually kind of like it.
Then the moment I can, I shut off the light and climb into bed.
Harper showers for almost forty-five minutes, and my chest aches for her, realizing she’s probably just standing under the hot stream of water, waiting for the chill to leave her bones.
I stare at the darkened ceiling, convincing myself that she doesn’t need me to stride in there like some misguided hero and check on her, when I hear the sound of the water shutting off.
I’ve never been more awake in my life.
There’s silence from the bathroom, but the movements I do hear are done with intent and haste, telling me she’s no longer a fucking ice cube. And when she opens the ensuite door and steps out in nothing but a towel with the bathroom light shining behind her, she looks like a fucking angel.
Harper leans against the door frame, staring at me in the dark, and I can’t help but notice that she’s a completely different person than the one who walked in there almost an hour ago.
“What do you need, Morticia?” I question, my tone deepening as I see the hunger building in her eyes, my cock flinching to life beneath the sheets.
A soft smile pulls at the corner of her lips, and she pushes off the door frame before striding right to the end of my bed, every step done with explicit intention and when she steps right up onto the mattress, I almost come in my fucking pants.
Harper doesn’t take her eyes off me as she continues toward me, walking across the mattress with the kind of confidence I love in a woman. “You think you can have me on my knees and just walk away?” she questions, her tone shining brighter than any star in the fucking sky. “I don’t think so.”
My brow arches, and I sit up a little straighter, my back against the headboard as she steps over my legs, placing a foot on either side of my thighs. “Is that so?”
“Damn straight,” she tells me. “I don’t do favors for grouchy men without expecting something in return, and unfortunately for you, I’ve come to collect.”
“Baby, there ain’t nothing unfortunate about that.”
She steps even closer, her feet now on either side of my hips and her body so close I could smell her. “That’s where you’re wrong,” she smirks. “There’s no happy ending for you. Only me. If I had to suffer all day with the worst case of blue balls known to man, then so do you.”
Harper pauses, her tongue rolling over her bottom lip. “Hear me, Knight Slater. You will not come. Nod if you understand me.”
I don’t fucking hesitate, nodding my head like an obedient little yes-man.
Morticia grins, and it blows me the fuck away. “Good boy,” she purrs.
Fuck me. This woman is going to kill me.
“Then what are you waiting for? Take it,” she demands. “Give me what I want.”
I dive in like it’s Christmas fucking morning, reaching up and gripping the towel before ripping it off her slender body. Her tits are perfect, full, and perky, and when the slightest gleam of light sparkles beside her nipple, I realize it’s a piercing.
I lean forward, desperate to get those sweet nipples in my mouth, to tease and torment her with my tongue and watch her squirm beneath my touch, but that’s going to have to wait. Right now, I need to taste her.
Gripping her thigh, I lift it over my shoulder and she has no choice but to knot her fingers into my hair to maintain her balance, and as I lock my hand around her back and take a firm hold of her ass, I lean in further and inhale her sweet scent.
“Oh God,” she groans, but before the words are even out of her mouth, I close my lips over her waiting cunt.
She’s fucking soaking for me, and I don’t doubt that she’s been thinking about this since the moment she got into the shower. Maybe this right here is exactly why she took so long, desperately trying to work up the courage to come out here and demand what she wants.
I lap her up as though I’ll never get to taste her again, and the moment my tongue flicks over her clit, her knees threaten to give out.
I hold her up, my free hand working up her toned waist before cupping her breast. She groans and presses her hand over mine, silently asking for more, and I don’t hesitate, squeezing firmer before curling my thumb over her pebbled nipple.
My tongue works her cunt, circling her greedy clit as her hips rock against my face, and as I nip and suck, I release my hold on her ass and bring my fingers to her entrance.
I slowly push them inside, and as she tightens her hold in my hair and sucks in an audible gasp, I keep going, splitting my fingers deep within her and working the walls of her tight pussy.
She’s fucking delicious.
“Fuck, Knight!” she cries out when my fingers curve inside of her. “Yes. Right there!”
I grin against her sweet cunt and give her exactly what she needs, rolling my fingers over her G-spot until her legs shake.
Harper throws her head back, and her long, wet hair cascades down her spine, and fuck, what I wouldn’t give to wrap it around my wrist and fuck her blind.
But I’m nothing if not a gentleman, and after letting me fuck her sweet mouth, she’s deserving of everything I’ve got, even if it means spending what little is left of my night with agonizing blue balls.
I don’t let up, eating her pussy like a fucking buffet. Nipping. Sucking. Squeezing. Licking. And as I learn her body and just how she likes it, I give her even more.
She starts to pant, pulling my hair as though she physically can’t keep herself up. “God, I’m gonna come,” she cries out, her panting getting heavier as I pinch her nipple, making her body tremble. “Fuck!”
My fingers work her deeper, massaging her walls as she clenches around me, on the fucking edge. My tongue circles her clit, and when she cries out one last time, she comes for me like the good little vixen she is.
Her pussy shatters, wildly convulsing around my fingers as her body spasms. “Yes. Knight,” she groans, barely able to keep upright as my cock painfully flinches, so fucking desperate for a release, but I don’t dare.
I’m playing by Harper’s rules tonight, and if she demands that I go to bed with blue balls, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I grip her waist, holding her still as I keep working her body, draining every last ounce of pleasure out of her and claiming it as my own.
My tongue never stops flicking her clit, never stops circling as my fingers continue massaging her walls, tormenting her G-spot, and the more intense her orgasm becomes, the more her body becomes a slave to my touch.
Her hips jolt as her body spasms, and fuck, she’s so damn delicious.
She reaches her high, but I don’t stop until her knees physically give out. She collapses into an exhausted heap on my lap with her leg still hooked over my shoulder. Harper leans back on her palm, desperately trying to catch her breath as those wild, satiated eyes remain locked on mine.
I make a show of licking my lips before simply waiting. The ball is in her court tonight. This was her game, she’s calling the shots. But come morning, my debt will officially be paid, and her little rules will no longer matter.
She relaxes for just a moment before dropping her gaze to her hand and noticing a few stray strands of my hair on her palm. I almost laugh. She really pulled my hair tight enough to pull some of it out, but fuck, I’d let this woman scalp me for just the chance at doing that all over again.
Harper smirks before collecting the stray hairs off and casually handing them back to me while making a point of shifting around on my lap, feeling the hardness of my cock beneath her firm ass. “These belong to you.”
I nod before watching as she casually scootches to the end of my bed and gets to her feet as though her legs aren’t still trembling. Then without another word, she collects my shirt off the end of my bed, shrugs it on, and then sashays her ass right out the door.
“Oh, Knight?” she says, pausing at the door and glancing back.
I arch a brow, knowing damn well that whatever’s about to come out of her mouth is about to destroy me. “Even think about stroking that mouthwatering cock tonight, and I’ll make it my personal mission to make sure you never get to taste my sweet little cunt ever again.”
I groan. Just the thought of my lips between those thighs makes my cock ache with need. “You’re killing me, doll.”
Harper’s gaze darkens with a lethal desire before hitting me with the most dazzling smile I’ve ever seen.
“Sweet dreams, Uncle Knight,” she coos before breaking into a wicked laugh and sailing her perfect ass down the hall to my spare bedroom.
All while leaving me a fucking mess. My cock is harder than it’s ever been with no way of relieving the ache, and my head spinning from the torturous way she called me Uncle.
There’s no fucking doubt about it. Harper-Rayn Madden dominated this round. But come tomorrow, the ball is back in my court, and I have every fucking intention of making it count.