Chapter 27 HARPER-RAYN #2
Diesel is a beast. There’s no denying it.
He’s stoic and silent, only speaking when it’s completely necessary.
He’s a watcher, his sharp gaze never missing a single thing, and when you’re in his orbit, you’re lost. He’s the exact opposite of Ace, both of them worlds apart, but both would love her until her heart exploded right out of her chest.
How the hell is a woman supposed to choose between that?
But more than that, can she? There’s too much at stake here.
If she were to choose, it could alter the relationship between Ace and Diesel for good, and I’m not sure Izzy could look herself in the mirror if she were to do anything that messed with their friendship.
After all, these two have to have each other’s backs out in the field.
There can’t be any animosity between them because that’s when lives get lost.
It’s well after two in the morning when Knight and I finally get home, and as I collapse onto the couch, Knight strides through the living room and takes a candle off the shelf. He begins to light it, and I let out a deep groan. “Shit. I knew this was coming.”
Knight glances back at me, his brows furrowing. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re trying to sacrifice me, aren’t you?”
Knight laughs and strides back toward me, putting the candle down in the center of the coffee table, but as he watches me, there’s something dark in his gaze, a hunger that I can’t ignore. I find myself sitting up, willing to do whatever he asks of me.
He stands by the coffee table, his heated gaze locked on me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, but honestly, he could probably just flex all of his muscles and tear right out of it, Hulk style. The shirt falls to the floor, and with the soft candlelight hitting his skin, my mouth waters.
Every damn ridge of his strong muscles entices me, his tattoos perfectly showcased, but it’s the way he holds my stare that really gets me. He’s fucking perfect. Every damn sculpted inch of him.
His fingers fall to his belt, slowly working it open with only one hand before popping the button of his pants. My thighs clench at the promise of what he’s got waiting for me, and as I catch my breath, he finally begins closing the distance, stalking me like a lion on the hunt.
He steps right in front of me before taking my chin, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip as an intense hunger fills my veins.
“On your knees.”
Goddamn. His voice is a command that can’t be argued with, and I don’t hesitate to slide off the edge of the couch and drop straight to the floor, my knees braced against the cool floorboards. My gaze never strays from his, waiting for my next instruction, desperate to please him.
He takes my chin again, and goose bumps sweep across my body. He groans and frees his straining cock. His fist braces around his thick base, slowly working up and down. “Fucking take me, doll.”
My tongue rolls over my lips, and I press higher on my knees as he reaches around me, gripping the back of my neck before trailing his hand into my hair and holding tight.
My hand comes down over his at his base, slowly working up and down as I lean into him, feeling his tip brush across my lips. “Open,” he groans.
I do as he asks, opening my mouth, but he shakes his head, the hunger in his eyes morphing into an undeniable starvation. “Wider.”
My tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of his cock before pulling right back again, giving an inch, only to take a mile.
Knight grits his teeth and groans, his hand shifting on top of mine at his base and squeezing tight.
His fingers knot into my hair and pull, tipping my head right back. “You’re playing with fire, doll.”
“Oh yeah,” I tease, my chest heaving as my hand slips between my thighs, trying to relieve the ache despite the layers of clothes I have on. “What are you going to do about it?”
His eyes blaze with a deep need that has me drenched, and I don’t doubt that he senses the same desperation deep within me. “Don’t tempt me, doll.”
“Take it,” I whisper into the candlelit room, my hand squeezing around the base of his cock. “Any way you want.”
He growls, and with that, he pulls back on my hair again, tipping my head back further, and as he guides his thick tip toward my mouth, I open as wide as I can, welcoming him right to the back of my throat.
He takes me, thrusting into my mouth, and I don’t hesitate, reaching up and gripping the back of his strong thigh.
I take him deep, closing my mouth around him and letting my tongue do the talking. He thrusts, fucking my mouth as he pushes right past my gag reflexes.
“Fuck, doll.”
I groan around his sheer size, barely able to open my mouth wide enough as he watches my hand roam over him. His eyes darken as I hungrily take him, silently begging him for more.
I push him to his limits, meeting him thrust for thrust, and as my tongue roams over his salty tip, he explodes, shooting his hot cum right at the back of my throat.
I swallow him down, not wasting a single drop, and as he pulls back, his cock falls from my mouth.
All I can do is grin up at him as I lick my lips.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
“Damn right, I am.”
He stares at me a moment, a wicked grin slowly stretching across his delicious lips, when he suddenly grabs me from the floor and throws me onto the couch.
My clothes are gone in barely a second, and before I know it, he’s grabbing my ankles and dragging me down until I’m stretched out on the couch.
Knight drops to his knees before me, one leg tossed over his big shoulder as his arms scoop around my body, one hand roaming over my chest as the other braces around my throat. Then, without skipping a single second, his mouth comes down over my core.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my fingers knotting into his messy hair between my thighs, his tongue sweeping over my needy clit and circling just right. I cry out, grinding against him, and he rises to the challenge, giving me more.
His lips close over my clit, sucking just the way I like it as his fingers find my entrance, pushing deep inside me. My hips jolt, and he holds me still as he finds that one spot deep inside that makes my eyes roll, passing over it again and again, knowing just how close I am to the edge.
My whole body squirms as fire pulses through my veins, a familiar tightening deep inside my core. “God, Knight! YES!” I groan, tipping my head back against the couch cushion, arching my back as I tighten my hold in his hair. “Fuck, yes!”
His fingers split within me, and goddamn, it’s too much.
My whole world spirals out of control, wild spasms tearing through me as an intense orgasm claims the very soul right out of my chest. My walls convulse, squeezing around his fingers, but he doesn’t stop, letting me ride it out for as long as I can.
“Knight,” I moan as every muscle in my body begins to tremble, the intensity knocking me down over and over again.
I gasp for air, my back arching off the couch as my hips ferociously jolt, taking on a mind of their own, until I finally reach the peak of my orgasm and sail right back down the other end, barely able to catch my breath.
Knight’s tongue curls lazily over my clit as I come down, and only when my body relaxes against the couch and my grip in his hair loosens does he ease up.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and crawls up the couch between my legs to capture my lips in his.
He pulls back just an inch, those warm eyes staring directly into my wild soul. “You ever try to defy me while you’re on your knees again, and you leave me no choice but to fuck the attitude right out of you.”
“You promise?”
He grins against my lips before kissing me once again, and as his hand works its way back up to the base of my throat, I grin right along with him.
“Now, now,” I tease. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you better be sure to do it right.”
Knight growls, the rumble vibrating right through his chest, and he drags me back down the couch, flipping me over until my knees are spread wide and braced against the cushion. His thick cock presses against my entrance.
My chest lies flat against the couch, my hips high and my back arched just for him, and as he squeezes my ass, a deep thrill rushes through me.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, doll,” he tells me, just moments before thrusting deep, bottoming out as my walls stretch around his delicious size.
My whole body quakes, desperate for more.