Chapter 41
Everett
For the first time since we moved into the place, I’m starting to regret how sprawling our house and land are. It’s nice for our comfort and projects and for making space for Harper and Cora to be with us, but it’s proving to be fucking frustrating when it comes to securing the area.
I sit at my desk at the station, reviewing the security logs and going over every camera angle and patrol route again, even though by this point I know them by heart.
It doesn’t seem to matter how many extra layers of security I add, it never feels like enough.
We have deputy patrols, motion sensors, checkpoints on the road out near the house, but there’s always a new gap to be found.
And every time I imagine something slipping through, I think of Harper and Cora, and something tightens in my chest.
I can’t fuck this up. I can’t leave them unprotected.
I’ll just have to figure out a way to close the gap and make sure there’s no opening for anyone or anything to get through. I start at the top, going over everything again.
“Sheriff Kane,” Adam, my receptionist, calls out. “You have a—”
Before he can finish that sentence, Harper comes storming in, flushed and breathing fast.
“Visitor,” Adam finishes.
Harper closes the door, clearly worked up and not trying to hide it.
“What happened?” I ask her immediately. “Are you all right? Where’s Cora?”
She shakes her head. “We’re fine. This isn’t—This isn’t working, Everett.”
“What isn’t working?”
“This! The guards, the constant supervision. I can’t even go to work without an escort. I can’t even work in the garden without feeling like I’m being watched. It’s suffocating. I feel like I’m being boxed in and watched from all sides. It’s terrible.”
“It’s for your safety,” I remind her. “For Cora’s safety.”
“I know that,” she snaps. “I do. But it feels like it’s making everything worse, not better.
I can’t live like this forever, Everett.
I just can’t. All it’s doing is reminding me that he’s out there, and I’m so fucking tired of being scared all the time and just waiting for him to show up.
” She exhales hard and drags her hands through her hair, clearly frustrated.
“Maybe… maybe we should just go. I always meant to keep running, and distance is probably the best thing right now. I think we should just run again.”
That hits me like a punch to the gut. I get up from my chair and walk over to her, tipping her face up with one hand. “Is that what you want?” I ask. “Do you want to leave?”
Harper hesitates, blinking back the tears in her eyes. She takes a shaky breath, but I can’t breathe properly until she answers. Finally, she shakes her head. “No,” she whispers.
I nod, relief flooding through me. “Good. Because we don’t want you to leave either. We want you here, you and Cora, and that means I’m going to keep doing what it takes to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.”
“You keep saying that,” she grumbles under her breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I smirk at that, and then pull her in for a hug. “I know. Now tell me what you need right now.”
Harper licks her lips, shifting from foot to foot. “I just need something else to focus on. Every time I turn around there’s another reminder that things are bad, and I’m so in my fucking head about it.”
I nod again. “I can do that for you.” Then I grab a fistful of her hair without warning, making her suck in a surprised gasp of air. “Maybe I should put you on your knees for fighting me on this.”
Harper nods without hesitation, her eyes blown wide and dark.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her, just to check.
She nods again.
“I need the words, starlight.”
“Yes,” she pants, already breathless. “I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
I step back from her enough to take off my belt and hold it in my hands. I swivel my finger, telling her to turn around, and she does it, trembling a little. I can smell her arousal though, so I know it’s not from fear.
The leather of the belt is warm from being around my waist, and I use it to bind her hands behind her back, keeping her wrists pinned so she can’t get loose.
She tests it immediately, and makes a soft noise when she discovers she’s not going anywhere unless I release her.
I turn her back around, and her eyes are already dark with want.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her, and then I watch as she wobbles her way down without use of her hands. It’s a fucking gorgeous sight, the way she keeps her face tipped up, her wrists bound, her body pliant and ready for me.
My cock is already thickening in my pants, and I unzip and pull myself out, gripping the shaft hard.
Harper zeroes in on my cock immediately, not looking away from it for a second. When I grab her hair again, she whimpers, letting me tow her forward so the head of my cock touches her mouth.
I tease her a bit, dragging the head against her lips but not pushing into that sweet, tempting mouth just yet.
“I was going to take it slow,” I tell her. “Really take my time and work you up. But you asked for this, so now I’m going to make it count. You’d better speak up if it’s too much, because I’m not holding back.”
Harper doesn’t do anything to stop me. She just parts her lips, desire burning in her eyes, so I give in to what we clearly both want.
I push my cock into her mouth, groaning at the first press into that wet heat. Her tongue rubs at the underside as I slowly feed my dick to her, and it feels fucking good. She looks even fucking better, letting me slide into her mouth, her lips stretching around the thickness of my full erection.
She moans softly as I bottom out, hitting the back of her throat with a noise of my own. I keep the pace slow at first, just dragging my cock in and out of her mouth, getting her used to the feeling of it and savoring the burn of need that starts to grow in my gut.
Harper’s eyes start to water, and it’s a beautiful look on her. Her chest rises and falls as she snatches breaths when I let up on her, and the sounds she makes as I fuck her mouth are fucking delicious.
“Look at you,” I groan, fingers in her hair going tight. “Lips stretched around my cock, trying to take everything I give you. You’re so fucking perfect like this.”
She moans, precum spilling past the circle of her lips and dripping down her chin. And that’s fucking hot too. My hips jerk forward, burying my cock deeper in her mouth, and the feeling of her throat constricting around it is like heaven.
“I could do this all day. Keep you tied up on your knees under my desk, ready to take my cock whenever I wanted. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I pull back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, looking down at her glassy eyes and wet lips. She swallows hard and nods, her eyes so big and dark under the fluorescent lighting.
“Yeah,” I say, pushing back in. “I know you fucking would. You’re made for this. You need it, don’t you? Need to be fucked in every hole you have. You need to be filled.”
Harper makes a noise around my cock that’s probably agreement, but it’s wet and slick sounding, and it goes right to my core where the heat is already growing.
The office is filled with the noises she’s making and the sounds of me fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust and barely giving her time to do anything more than take it.
“I need it too,” I admit to her on a harsh breath. “Need to feel you all hot and wet around me. Feels so fucking good, starlight. I’m going to—fuck—going to remember how you look with your lips wrapped around me every time you try to argue with me about needing protection.”
If she wants to argue now, she doesn’t have the breath for it. She keeps moaning, her own hips jerking in little movements that give away how turned on she is by all of this.
Anyone who walks in here afterwards is going to be able to smell what we were doing, but right now I don’t give a fuck about that. Not when I can feel the coming rush of my orgasm and the way the base of my cock tingles with the oncoming swell of my knot.
I grab her head and force my cock in harder, faster, gagging her when I shove in and barely letting her snatch a breath when I pull out. She gurgles around me, and the sound is so good. So fucking hot.
And then the rush hits, and my knot swells, and I bury myself in her, knotting in her mouth with a low groan as we lock together.
Harper doesn’t flinch. She just breathes through her nose as best she can, swallowing everything as I pump my release straight down her throat.
Her body is wracked with little tremors, and I can see her still trying to grind down on nothing. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air, and I switch to stroking her hair lightly while I catch my breath.
Once I do, I smirk down at her. “I can see you thrusting down there. Did that get you all wet? Are you desperate for something to rut against so you can get off?”
Her cheeks flush pink, but when she turns her eyes back up to me, there’s no trace of embarrassment in them. Just need that makes them almost seem to glow. She moans around my knot, the sound vibrating through me in a way that makes me shiver.
I shift in place, sliding a foot between her thighs. “If you need something so bad, ride my foot. Get yourself off like this.”
There’s no hesitation here either. She groans gratefully and shuffles as much as she can so she can position herself over my foot. She bears down on it, hips rolling in quick waves, and I can feel the heat of her through my boot.
Her whines are muffled, but no less hot, and she grinds down hard, seeking her own pleasure.
And she’s beautiful like this too. Her mouth stuffed full, her hair a mess, tear tracks and drool drying on her face. Her face is flushed and her breathing is labored through her nose. Each whimper she makes sounds like she’s close, and her movements become more erratic as she reaches her peak.
“Just like that,” I praise her, urging her on. “You’re so fucking good for me. Just like that. Take what you need.”
She whines softly and then goes stiff, shaking as her orgasm crashes over her. With her still knotted to me, it’s like I can feel it through her body, the quivering waves of pleasure overwhelming her.
She ends up slumped against me, trying to catch her own breath, and it’s a good thing my knot goes down soon enough.
I step back, tucking myself away before helping her to her feet. I pull her into my lap in the chair and unbind her wrists, rubbing the red marks my belt left behind.
Harper just melts into the touches, leaning into me and letting her eyes fall closed. I stroke her back, hopefully calming her and keeping her grounded.
At least she seems less agitated now than she did when she came storming in here.
“I know it’s hard,” I tell her, letting my voice go gentle but firm. “But your safety—Cora’s safety too—is worth the inconvenience. I’m not backing off, and I’m not letting anyone get close to you. That’s final.”
Either she realizes I’m right, or she’s so worn out she doesn’t have the energy for it, but Harper doesn’t argue. She just nods and rests her head against my chest while I hold her tight.