Chapter 5 #2
Diesel smacks Ace up the back of the head, and with that, the two of them start jogging down the sidewalk, but my gaze is still lingering on my girl.
“Hurry back,” she tells me, making my chest ache at the thought of having to leave her for nothing more than an hour.
“When you get back, I might just put you through a workout of my own.”
Fuck me. This woman.
“Don’t even think about starting without me,” I tell her with a wink, and with that, I take off after the boys, hoping like fuck this next hour goes by faster than lightning.
Precisely fifty-six minutes later, I’m fucking exhausted.
The boys and I pushed ourselves to a new limit, knowing the importance of keeping ourselves in peak physical condition.
They’ll most likely head to the station to hit up the gym for the next few hours, but me?
I have every intention of spending that time with my girl.
It won’t be long before she goes back to work, and while I’m not fond of the idea of Harper returning there, there’s nothing I could say that could possibly change her mind.
The bastard who shamelessly stabbed her in the parking garage hasn’t been found, and it has grated on me every fucking moment of every day.
How dare he get to be out there, living his life in peace after having done such a shitty thing to my girl.
But it won’t be long. Just because Detective Gray seems to be giving up doesn’t mean that I will.
I’m going to find him no matter what lengths I have to go to, and when I do, he will regret the day he fucked with what’s mine.
The three of us make our way back up the driveway. The boys are wrecked and need a good twenty minutes to simply chill on the couch with a bottle of cold water before they’ll be able to scrounge up the energy to take their asses back home.
“Fuck. I’m gonna be sick,” Ace mutters, grasping his stomach after pushing himself past his limits just to win a bet with Diesel that he could beat us both back here, and while he certainly did, he’s more than paying the price now.
Diesel grunts and shoves at Ace’s shoulder. “I wonder, if Izzy knew how fucking soft you were, would she still want to fuck you?”
Ace scoffs. “I could have my cock amputated by a fucking rat, and she’d still choose to fuck me over you.”
Diesel grins. “Really? That’s not what she said.”
Ahh, fuck. He had to go there.
Ace’s face immediately falls, his eyes going wide as he stares at Diesel. “Wait. What? Have you been talking to her?” Ace rushes out. “What’d she say?”
Diesel just grins and holds up his phone as though it holds all his darkest secrets. “That’s for me to know,” he says, and with that, he reaches for my door handle and pushes right through it with both me and Ace right on his heels.
“Took your time, big—” A piercing squeal tears through my home as my gaze whips up to find Harper buck naked on my kitchen counter, wearing nothing but a pair of heels with her bits covered in caution tape.
I gape at her as she backward-army-rolls right off the back of the counter, not giving a single thought for her internal stitches.
I barely have a second to react before Ace dives to the ground, clutching his stomach while roaring laughter tears through his body, and Diesel turns on his heel, noping the fuck out of here and pretending he didn’t just see my girl spread-eagle on my kitchen counter.
“No, no, no, no,” Harper chants from behind the counter, only her fingertips and eyeballs visible over the table.
Ace all but fucking crawls out the door behind Diesel, still howling with laughter as I simply stare at my girl, my brow arched as I try my fucking hardest not to laugh at the situation.
“Doll,” I start, hearing Ace still howling from the bottom of the driveway.
Harper springs up from behind the counter, the yellow caution tape doing wicked things to me, but it’s the heels that really get me.
“What the fuck were you thinking bringing them in here? I know you and the boys have this weird bond, but I didn’t realize you were planning on sharing me around.
Shit. I mean, I’m down, but give a girl some warning first.”
Harper’s cheeks are the brightest shade of pink, clearly embarrassed, and all I can do is stride across my home and around the back of the counter, scoop her right into my arms, and lift her off the ground.
My lips fuse to hers, and the second they start moving, it’s as though every bit of her embarrassment fades away. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding on for dear life as I turn and make my way down to my bedroom.
I walk straight into the en suite bathroom and into the shower, clothes and all, before pressing Harper’s back up against the cold tiles and pinning her with my hips.
Freeing my hands, I turn on the water, letting it cascade over us.
It’s freezing, and while Harper gasps at the cold water hitting her skin, it feels amazing to me after that run.
Her chest heaves against mine as she kisses me, and when she pulls back and puts just an inch of space between us, she meets my heavy, wild stare. “I thought you wanted to follow the doctor’s orders?”
“You just army-rolled off my kitchen counter and dropped your naked ass to the ground without even flinching. Fuck doctor’s orders. You’re fine.”
Harper grins and pulls me back in. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you all week,” she says. “I should have stripped bare and given your friends a peep show ages ago.”
I laugh against her lips. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t care if you want to spend your days fantasizing about fucking Ace and Diesel and just how well they’d put it down, but I don’t share. Not with you. You’re all mine, Morticia. No other man will ever taste these lips.”
“Never.” Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. “God, I love it when you go all caveman on me.”
“Oh yeah?”
Harper nods, her eyes softening with hunger. “Take me, Knight. Claim every inch of me.”
A groan rumbles through my chest, and not a moment later, I grab the caution tape and tear straight through it before positioning her just right and sinking deep inside her.
Harper cries out, throwing her arms around my neck and digging her nails into my skin as I bottom out, her walls stretching around me.
I fit her like a fucking glove, and as her walls pulse and get used to my intrusion, I drop my forehead to the curve of her neck, breathing her in. “Fuck, doll.”
She squeezes my cock, and I reach down between us, brushing my fingers over her needy clit, making her hips jolt with a fiery hunger as she sucks in a loud gasp. “Shit.”
“If you keep squeezing me like that, we’re both gonna be in trouble.”
“Can’t”—gasp—“help it.”
I bury my lips into the curve of her neck and start kissing her there, driving her wild as my tongue rolls over her sensitive skin, and as she lets out a breathy moan, I inch my hips back and finally start moving. “You let me know if it’s too much, doll. You hear me?”
She nods as her arms snake around me, holding me so fucking tight that I can’t tell where her body begins and mine ends. “I will,” she vows, and with that, I slam back inside her.
Undeniable pleasure rocks through me, pulsing through my veins and satisfying every last craving I’ve had for her over these past couple of weeks, and when she cries out and tips her head back against the shower tiles, I can’t help but take in her beauty.
She’s always beautiful, especially when she’s crashed out on the couch in a pair of sweats, no makeup, and her long black hair thrown up into a messy bun, but when she’s throwing her head back in ecstasy, the sweetest pleasure pumping through her veins just like this, there’s nothing better.
“All mine,” I tell her, thrusting deep inside her, my hand trailing down her thigh and hooking beneath her knee, hoisting it up and taking her even deeper.
“Always yours,” she breathes, watching the way my hips roll only to thrust back into her. “You burn. I burn.”
Her words make my chest swell, and I crush my lips back to hers, kissing her deeply as I give her everything I have, not daring to stop until I feel her sweet cunt spasming around me, her walls wildly convulsing.
“Knight,” she cries as she comes, my name on her lips the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
Her orgasm builds, her heated cunt pulsing around me, and I don’t dare stop, loving the way the intensity drives her wild as my fingers roll tight circles over her clit. “Ride it out, doll.”
“Oh God.”
I’m so close to the edge, and the more she comes apart, the harder it becomes to hold on, and as I clench my jaw and continue thrusting deep into her, my control quickly slips. “Doll,” I groan, my fingers digging into her creamy skin.
“YES!”
Fuck.
I crumble, coming right along with her, and just as she reaches her absolute peak, I come hard, shooting hot spurts deep inside her sweet cunt. She tips her head back against the tiles, and I kiss her bared throat, my tongue rolling over her sensitive neck as her skin dances with goose bumps.
My hips keep rocking in and out, and as she comes down from her high, I slow my pace, knowing there’s only so much she’s going to be able to handle before her body gives out.
And while she promised to tell me if it became too much, she’s too damn stubborn to ever ask me to stop, especially if there’s an earth-shattering orgasm on the line.
What can I say? My girl is greedy for me, and that will never be a bad thing.
Her chest heaves with slow, calming breaths against mine, and I reach up and push the soaking strands of hair off her beautiful face as those blazing green eyes stare back at me. “You good, doll?”
Her cheeks flush with the softest shade of pink, and when she smiles and nods, my chest aches with happiness, knowing that life will never get better than this.
This right here is the epitome of life. This is everything.
Just me and her. And maybe a handful of kids to fill our home with love, light, and laughter.
But if we’re gonna have a few kids, then we’re gonna have to get a dog as well.
Harper will probably want one of those girly dogs like a golden retriever, but I’d insist on a Great Dane that would always protect her and my babies when I’m not around.
“I love you, doll,” I tell her, reaching down to pull off her soaking wet heels before setting her on her feet, directly under the water to keep warm. “Always. You burn. I burn.”
She smiles up at me, her hand pressing against my chest. “Who would have known that my big, grumpy, sexy step-uncle would be such a giant softie.”
“I am not a softie.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, splashing me with water before turning the faucet to freezing cold and sprinting out of the shower. “Prove it.”
A grin tears across my face. “It’s on, Morticia,” I tell her, watching as she takes off, soaking wet, giggling like a fucking hyena. “You better fucking run.”