Chapter 12
HARPER-RAYN
What the actual fuck is my life?
I lie on the couch, my back half propped up against the armrest and my feet braced in the birthing position as tears well in my eyes.
This isn’t the most comfortable position, and now the mix of the vibration and the pain of the awkwardly situated vibrator is doing nothing but causing me more unforgettable hell.
This goes far beyond any kind of pleasure. This is nothing but pure torture.
The minutes tick by as I wait for the paramedics to arrive, and when I finally hear them stomping across the front porch, the tiniest ray of relief pulses through my veins.
That, and an extreme amount of embarrassment.
I don’t doubt this will be the most interesting house call they’ll make all week.
I hear them at the door, trying the locked handle, but after telling the 911 dispatcher that I’m pretty much stuck, they’re left with no choice but to kick down the door. And not a moment later, I’m cringing as the door of my home splinters into a million pieces, the sound deafening.
“Over here,” I call out to the paramedics from my awkward position on the couch, my cheeks bright red, knowing that the moment they glance my way, they’ll get an eyeful of my overstimulated pussy.
“Harper?” A panicked tone comes from the door as two large men barge through, the splintered wood cracking beneath their feet. There’s something familiar in the tone, and I arch up, trying to peer over the back of the couch, only to find Ace and Diesel staring back at me.
“OH FUCK NO!” I panic as they race toward me, fear in their eyes. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER.”
Too fucking late.
The two boofheads all but propel themselves over the back of the couch to get to me, their eyes just as wide as mine, and as they find me spread-eagle on the couch, my vag out for the world to see, humiliation floods me.
“Woah, girl. Put that shit away,” Diesel says, immediately whipping around to face the wall, suddenly finding it very interesting as I throw my hand between my thighs, desperately trying to cover my cooch, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Yoooo,” Ace laughs, his brow arched, only pretending to turn around, but mostly still gawking. “You good, babe? There was a 911 call from here.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “Now is not the best time for a house call. I’m gonna need the two of you to fuck right off and bleach your eyeballs until you forget you saw any of this.”
Ace whips back around, his gaze flicking from left to right. “Wait. What’s that noise?” he asks, searching for the sound.
Uhhh . . . shit.
Diesel turns around too, pointedly not looking at me as he starts to search, the two of them stealthily moving around the living room as though searching for a bomb, when Ace’s gaze lands on the empty vibrator box on the floor.
“Wait,” he says slowly, his gaze flicking from the box and then back to me, a deep suspicion in his tone as I hear the faint sound of the ambulance approaching from somewhere down the street. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I’M THE SOUND, OKAY?” I blurt, the endless vibrations driving me insane. “It’s a vibrator and it’s . . . stuck.”
Ace doubles over in laughter as Diesel turns to look me over again, seeing me in a whole new light. “You’ve got a vibrator stuck . . .”
“In my cooch,” I finish for him. “I was having a little me time with this new vibrator that Izzy gave me, and I apparently should have read the instructions, because how the fuck was I supposed to know that it wasn’t meant for internal use?”
Diesel tries not to smirk as he grabs a throw blanket from across the room and drapes it over me. “I’m confused,” he says. “How the fuck does a vibrator get stuck?”
“I don’t know,” I groan. “But it’s still on, and it’s too much. You need to get this thing out of me. Please. It’s hurting, and it’s already made me come six times, and if it happens again, I think it might actually kill me.”
Ace stops laughing, his eyes flicking between me and Diesel. “Step aside,” he tells Diesel, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows as the sirens get louder in the distance. “Let the master work.”
Ace gets into position at the end of the couch, and as he starts to lean over and adjust the blanket to get a better view, Diesel shakes his head. “Fuck’s sake. The least you can do is sanitize your hands before you go fishing around inside her.”
Ace’s head snaps up from between my thighs. “Good point,” he says, getting back to his feet. “Hey, you know if Knight has one of those headlights lying around here anywhere? Might come in handy while searching through the cavern.”
I give him a hard stare, but all he can do is smirk as he struts off toward the kitchen to wash his hands, and the moment he’s out of sight, I turn my attention on Diesel. “Please don’t let him put his fingers inside me. He’ll never let me live it down.”
Diesel scoffs. “You’re already fucked, girl. Just the vision of you lying on the couch with your cunt out and the sound of the vibration in the air is enough to ensure a lifetime of relentless teasing.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as the vibration starts to really get under my skin. “How did you even know to come?”
“911 operator flagged the address,” Diesel explains just as the ambulance pulls up outside, its flashing lights shining through the living room window.
“Knight was notified about the call, but he had been called back to the scene, so he asked us to come and check it out as we were only minutes away. He was already on his way, should be here soon, but if he knew this is what we’d be walking into, he never would have asked us to come. ”
“Yeah, I get—oh fuck.” My eyes widen in horror as the vibration brings on another orgasm, and as my whole body begins to tremble and my eyes roll in the back of my head, Diesel discreetly turns around again. “No, no, no. This isn’t happening.”
I try to pull the throw blanket over my head, but in doing that, I expose my cooch again, and despite wanting nothing more than to dig a hole and bury myself, I have no choice but to see this through.
The orgasm is excruciating, my body unable to handle it anymore. Tears spring from my eyes as a pained groan rumbles through my chest until it finally fades away, leaving me gasping for air.
The paramedics finally arrive, striding through the door just as Ace returns from the kitchen, a headlight strapped to his forehead and a pair of latex gloves on each hand. “The doctor is in the building,” he announces before holding up a pair of kitchen tongs.
“Oh my God. I’m going to fucking kill him,” I mutter, giving Ace a hard stare. “What do you think this is? I’m not a Thanksgiving turkey that needs to be stuffed.”
“Ahh, but you are. Only I’m trying to unstuff you.”
“Okay, Doctor,” the paramedics say, taking one look at the situation and taking charge. “Put the tongs down. I think we can take it from here.”
“You sure?” Ace questions, snapping the tongs. “I’m a highly trained SWAT officer. I’ve never met a damsel I couldn’t help.”
“Certain.” The paramedics stride over and take a quick look, and as the intense vibration makes itself known, the guy between my thighs glances up at me. “Still on?”
“Uh-huh.”
He offers me an encouraging smile. “Believe it or not, this isn’t the first vibrator incident we’ve attended tonight,” he tells me. “Now, what seems to be the issue? Is it stuck?”
I explain exactly what happened, and just as he starts rifling through his first-aid kit, Knight barges through the nonexistent door, his eyes wide with panic as if searching for the threat.
His sharp gaze lands on me first, scanning over my face in fear, and I can only imagine what he sees. The embarrassment in my eyes, the tears on my face, my pink cheeks, and the overwhelming exhaustion that cloaks me from head to toe.
His brows pinch, and in a flash, he assesses the rest of the room, taking in the two paramedics, his best friends, and then last but not least, my legs up in the air. “The fuck is going on in here?” he demands, striding through the living room before pointing toward his friends. “You two. Out.”
They don’t dare question him. Diesel strides straight out the front door, looking more than happy to have Knight take charge, because let’s face it, while the paramedics were more than ready to rein in Ace, in Knight’s absence, Diesel is the one who calls the shots.
Ace follows along, pressing the tongs into Knight’s chest. “Trust me, you’re gonna need these,” he tells him before disappearing out onto the front porch with Diesel.
With the boys gone, Knight races in, dropping down beside the couch, placing the tongs on the floor beside us.
“Fuck, doll. What’s wrong?” he asks, taking my hand, clearly seeing the pain I’m in.
“I’m sorry I sent the guys. If I knew this was some kind of .
. . intimate problem, I never would have—wait. What’s that buzzing sound?”
I groan and tighten my grip on his hand. “I got a—OH FUCK!”
My body begins to violently spasm as another intense orgasm starts pulsing through me, and I cry out as more tears begin to fill my eyes.
Knight stares at me in horror. “Are you—”
“COMING!” I groan, my other hand clutching onto the couch cushion, my nails digging into the fabric. “Please. Make it stop. GET IT OUT OF ME!”
“The fuck?” Knight grunts. “Get what out of you?”
“THE VIbrATOR! IT’S STUCK!”
His eyes widen again, sweeping down my body and letting all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. The tongs. The buzzing sound. My legs in the air. The paramedic halfway between my open thighs. And he suddenly gets it.
“Oh fuck no,” he mutters, glaring daggers at the two paramedics. “OUT!”
“But—”
“NOW!” Knight roars. “Let me make this very clear. Nobody is touching my girl but me, especially while she’s in such a vulnerable state. Now get the fuck out of my house. You may check on her afterward.”
My body continues to spasm, my head thrown back on the headrest as the two paramedics scram, seeing something in Knight’s eyes that warns them not to argue, and while I’m sure I would have questioned it any other time, right now, all that matters is getting the devil vibrator out of me.
“Knight. Please!”
“I got you, doll,” he murmurs, not daring to release his hold on my hand as he adjusts his position, moving down toward my exposed coochie. “Just breathe through it. You’re going to be okay.”
I take short, sharp breaths, trying to focus on anything but the rapidly increasing orgasm currently tearing through my body, but as Knight slowly pushes his fingers inside me, everything takes a turn for the worse.
“OH FUCK!” I cry out as the vibrator shifts inside me, somehow making the vibrations that much stronger. “Make it stop!”
“I got you,” he repeats. “Just breathe.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I dig my nails deeper into the cushion, piercing right through the fabric just as I hear my phone screeching through the room with an incoming call. “Fuuuuck! Not now, Siri!”
“Hello?” I hear a moment later, my phone somehow answering the call and putting it on speakerphone.
“WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK, SIRI?”
“Harper?” My mother’s voice sounds through the room as my body trembles, Knight’s fingers so deep inside me that my lips could probably read the time on his watch. “Is that you?”
“Oh God.”
“HARPER-RAYN! That is no way to greet somebody.”
“Tell me this isn’t happening,” I groan before speaking up a little louder. “Now’s not a good time, Mom. I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” she scolds. “I have been trying to call you for days. How dare you not tell me that you were attacked at work. I had to hear it from your brother.”
Knight’s fingers brush past the base of the vibrator, shifting it inside me, and I cry out, a deep, low groan rumbling through the back of my throat. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Excuse me?” Mom scolds, her tone filled with horror. “What on earth is going on? If you were too busy to speak to your poor mother, then you shouldn’t have answered the call.”
“I didn’t. Siri did.”
“Who?”
“For fuck’s sake,” I cry, on the verge of breaking into heavy, uncontrollable sobs. “Mom, this really isn’t a good time. Please. I just . . . What do you need?”
“I need to know that you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
She scoffs. “I’m going to need more than that.”
“I’m fine,” I repeat. “I got stabbed. It wasn’t even that bad. My colleagues found me and rushed me into surgery. It was nothing, really. Jonah probably exaggerated. Really, it was more like a scratch.”
Knight scoffs from between my legs, and I bet he’s wishing he had Ace’s headlight right about now.
He grunts as he plunges his fingers a little deeper, and I whimper at the feel of his knuckles pressing against my core.
This isn’t exactly the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in, but I’m sure as fuck glad that it’s Knight’s fingers shoved up there and not Ace’s.
“A scratch?” my mother confirms. “Good, then you’ll be fine to attend dinner next Saturday night.”
“What? No.”
Knight pushes just a little harder, and his fingers finally find purchase on the base of the vibrator, giving it a hard tug to release it from the odd angle within me and sending my body spiraling out of control.
“You will not defy me, Harper-Rayn. I am your mother, and if I request your attendance for dinner, then you will show up and eat with a smile on your face. Is that clear?”
My whole body trembles as my orgasm reaches an all-time high.
The intensity leaves me a spasming mess on the couch as Knight relentlessly battles the harsh vibrations of Little Red and finally frees it from within me.
Only he tugs it so quickly that it slips right out of his fingers and flies against the wall.
“Oh God, yes,” I breathe, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
“Good. Now, was that so hard?” my mother says. “Be there at seven, and don’t be late.”
And with that, she ends the call, leaving me gaping at Knight with my chest heaving. “What the fuck just happened?” I breathe, gasping for air as my walls tremble with aftershock, my legs flopping heavily down against the couch.
“I think,” Knight says, climbing up over me and pressing a kiss to my clammy forehead, “you just agreed to have dinner with your mother.”
“Shit,” I sigh. “That’s what I was afraid of.”