Chapter 5
KNIGHT
Making my way up the hallway, I stop by Harper on the couch and lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head and watch the way she melts into my touch.
It’s been two weeks since she was attacked in the parking garage, and a little over a week since I’ve had her home, and fuck me, she’s a goddamn menace when she’s bored.
Harper lifts her chin, silently asking for more, and I don’t hesitate to drop my lips to hers and kiss her deeply.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how fucking incredible it is to have her living under my roof, to be the man she comes home to every day, to be the person she gives herself to night after night.
Harper reaches up and locks her arms around my neck, softly moaning into my mouth as she kisses me back. And fuck, everything inside me crumbles. There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her lips on mine, but those goddamn little moans? Holy fuck. They ruin me.
I let out a heavy breath as I pull away, hating myself for having told Diesel and Ace that I’d head out for a run with them this afternoon. “Fuck, doll. I’ve gotta go,” I tell her as her fingers weave into my hair and grab hold.
Harper shakes her head. “Over my dead body.”
A deep groan rumbles through my chest as she pulls me back into her, and I fucking sink like a goddamn ship, melting into her as though that’s exactly where I belong. Her lips return to mine, and as I kiss her back, I scoop my arm around her waist, holding her to me.
“God,” she groans, pushing me down on the couch before clambering on top of me until she’s straddling my waist, taking control. “I need you inside me.”
Harper grinds that sweet cunt down over me, and I take her hips, watching as she pulls back and closes her eyes, tipping her head back as the pleasure rocks through her body.
It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted her, and every day becomes harder to resist. I’m trying to do the right thing and enforce the doctor’s orders until she’s properly healed, but when she straddles me like this and grinds that sweet pussy over me, she’s playing with fire.
Resisting her is going to kill me. I’ve never had to jerk off so much in my life.
Just last night, she got me so fucking worked up, I had to get in a cold shower.
This little she-devil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched me work my cock with that wicked sparkle in her eye, and it damn near brought me to my knees.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d wonder if she enjoyed my pain.
Sooner or later, I’m going to break, and when I do, Harper-Rayn will be all too ready to take me on.
“Don’t tempt me, doll.”
“Come on,” she moans, leaning back into me and dropping her lips to the base of my neck, her tongue working across my skin and driving me to the edge of insanity. “It’s been two weeks since surgery. I’m fine.”
“Doctor’s orders.”
“Amelia was just screwing with us when she said six weeks,” she says. “She has the firm belief that if she’s not getting dicked down, nobody else should be either. Besides, it’s not as though I need you to throw me around like a rag doll. Just sit here and let me ride you. I’ll do all the work.”
I shake my head, and she groans. “But it’ll be so good,” she murmurs, her lips working up to my ear. “You can’t deny how good it would be. The way your thick cock would stretch me, how tight I’d squeeze as I worked all the way to your tip, only to drop straight back down.”
“Fuck, doll. You’re killing me.”
She laughs and grinds that sweet cunt against my cock again, and all I can do is dig my fingers into her hips, on the verge of coming in my pants.
There’s no denying that she has a point. I could so easily slip inside her, and she wouldn’t have to do a damn thing. I could just rock her up and down and put us both out of our misery, but—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound of Ace and Diesel knocking at my door is like having a bucket of ice water tipped over my fucking head. “The fuck are you doing in there?” Ace calls from my front porch. “We’ve been waiting for your bitch ass for twenty minutes.”
“Fuck.”
Harper laughs, but she thankfully stops grinding those sweet hips over me. “If we ignore them, will they eventually go away?”
I shake my head. “No chance in hell.”
Harper groans and rolls off me. “Fine,” she mutters, making herself comfortable on the couch again and yanking her blanket off the floor before fixing it around her.
“But just know that while you’re huffing and puffing and making your way up and down the street like a lost puppy with your friends, I’ll be spread out on the kitchen counter, getting off with my favorite vibrator, my hands all over my body, and my—”
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, cutting her off.
The knocking at the door gets louder and more persistent.
“Don’t make me come in there,” Ace calls just as the sound of his trying the locked handle fills the air, and it occurs to me that he means every word.
That bastard won’t just come barging in; he’ll drag me out by the fucking balls if he has to.
Getting to my feet, I lean over Harper once again before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “An hour tops.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The door rattles again and I let out a groan. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming.”
Making my way to the door, I stop by the hallway table and grab my cap before pulling it over my head and twisting it around. I go to reach for the door when Harper’s voice cuts through the sound of Ace’s incessant knocking. “Woah,” she says in horror. “You’re leaving the house like that?”
“Huh?” I glance back at her to see her gaping at me, and I glance down, trying to figure out where the fuck I went wrong.
No shirt, because what’s the fucking point?
I’m only going to take it off when it gets too hot and be left having to carry it.
I’ve got a pair of low-riding track shorts on, and a fucking backward cap. “What?”
“You’re dressed like a slut.”
“The fuck?”
“You look like the sluttiest little skank bitch slut who ever dared to slut,” she tells me. “I can see your whole dick through those shorts, and there’s nothing discreet about it.”
I scoff and look down. There’s no denying it.
My dick is definitely out. “And whose fault is that?” I ask her.
“You were the one rubbing that tight little cunt all over it and whispering how fucking good it’d be when you sink down over me.
What’d you expect to happen? You know I can’t control myself around you. ”
Harper looks more than proud of herself as she makes a show of crossing her arms over her chest. “And the tattoos?”
Okay. She’s got me stumped there. “What about ’em?”
“They’re just out like frosting on top of a perfectly sculpted cake for every woman in Blackstone to froth over. I mean, shit, Uncle Knight! Are you trying to create a tsunami of slippery women across town? At least do the decent thing and wear your cap the right way like a dork.”
A grin cuts across my face, and I make my way back toward Harper. “Are you jealous of these imaginary women who may or may not watch me running up and down the street?”
She shakes her head and smirks, but before she gets to respond, a knock sounds at my living room window, and I whip around to find Ace with his hands up against the window and his face braced against the glass.
“DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT GOING BACK OVER TO HER,” he booms at me. “GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE.”
“FUCK OFF,” I yell back.
“SHE’S RIGHT, YOU KNOW,” Ace continues. “I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE YOUR DICK THROUGH THOSE SHORTS.”
I flip him off, but unfortunately, it’s not enough to shut him up. “THAT’S HALF CHUBB, RIGHT? BECAUSE FUCK. I’M IMPRESSED. ARE THOSE VEINS I CAN SEE?”
“KEEP TALKING ABOUT MY DICK AND YOUR LIFE WON’T BE WORTH LIVING.”
“COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE,” Ace says. “WHILE YOU’RE AT IT, CAN YOU ALSO SHAKE THAT THING? I’M GONNA NEED A CLOSE-UP LOOK, AND IF YOU’RE LUCKY, I MIGHT JUST MAKE IT RAIN.”
Harper chokes on a laugh as I simply shake my head. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Ace is one of my best men. I mean, fuck. To think somebody signed off on him carrying a weapon and having my back every fucking day is beyond me.
Harper grins at me and lifts her hand before wiggling her fingers in the sweetest little wave, and with that, I let out a sigh and stalk out my front door to find Diesel leaning up against the pillar on my porch and Ace struggling to get out of the bushes.
“I fucking hate you,” I remind them both.
“The fuck did I do?” Diesel grunts, pushing off the pillar and getting ready to spend the next hour claiming the streets of Blackstone.
“You didn’t beat the shit out of Ace.”
Diesel scoffs. “Just say the word and I will. I’m always down to beat his scrawny ass.”
“Scrawny?” Ace demands. “That’s not what your sister said when her nails were digging into it.”
Diesel clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists, knowing damn well Ace would never have touched his sister in a million years, but it never fails to give him the exact reaction he wants. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Diesel mutters.
“And I might just let you.”
We all start making our way down the driveway when I hear Harper’s voice calling from the door.
“Woah. Wait up,” she says, watching as the three of us stop at the bottom of the driveway and glance back up at her, waiting to see what she needs.
Only I find her with her phone in her hand, holding it up toward us. “Just need a quick pic.”
“What for?”
“I just need recent pictures to hand to the cops when the three of you get kidnapped by horny housewives on your run,” she tells me. “You know, for identification purposes and absolutely nothing to do with Izzy’s request for her spank bank.”
Ace grins. “Wait. Izzy asked for pics? Because I’ve got pics,” he says, already pulling out his phone and flicking through the array of dick pics he’s spent far too long perfecting. “What kind of lighting is she into? And is she offended by undercarriage?”