Chapter 30
“Look, I said I’d be quiet. I never said she would.” ~ Kai
Kai
“I ’m tired. I’m going to bed,” Henry announces when a commercial break comes on.
It’s only nine but I can’t blame him. It’s been a long day. First, the hospital and then dinner at Smuggler’s Cove to celebrate our new niece. Dinner with the Raider brothers is never quiet or short.
Harper yawns as she pushes to her feet. “Let’s go.”
“Kai can help me.”
“Dad.”
“I said Kai can help me.”
I stand. “I got this, Slugger.”
I kiss Harper before making my way to Henry. I wheel him down the hallway to his bedroom, where I help him get changed into pajamas and ready for bed.
“If you need anything, shout.”
“All I ask is for you to be quiet. ”
I nearly choke on air at his words. For a grumpy man, those words are a ringing approval, complete with five stars and a thumbs-up.
I wink at him. “Got ya.”
I nearly bump into Harper at the end of the hallway, where she’s pacing and wringing her hands. I capture her hand and kiss her palm.
“He’s fine, Slugger.”
“I know. It’s just hard. I’ve always been the one to care for him.”
I brush the hair off of her forehead. “It’s hard to let go, but you couldn’t keep going the way you were.” Her jaw tightens but I continue before she has a chance to let her grump loose. “You were killing yourself. Your dad wants you to have a life, too.”
Her shoulders slump with defeat. “I know.”
I wrap an arm around her shoulders and guide her toward her bedroom. She plants her feet when we reach the door. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
“You can’t sleep here.”
“As a matter of fact, I can.”
“No, Kai. This isn’t a joke. I don’t invite men to sleep over when my dad is here.”
“Men?” I growl. “I’m not some random stranger. I’m the man who loves you. Who plans to spend his life with you.”
She squirms. “But my dad.”
“Told us to be quiet. ”
She gasps. “What?”
I push her into her room and shut the door behind us. “Your dad said we should be quiet.”
She groans. “You spoke to my dad about having sex with me in the house?”
I chuckle, and she glares at me. I hold up my hands. “Sorry. Henry brought it up.”
She collapses on the bed and buries her face in her hands. “How am I ever going to look Dad in the eye again?”
I pry her hands away from her face. “I hate to break it to you, Slugger. But Henry knows you have sex.”
“Knowing and seeing are two different beasts.”
I kneel between her legs. “He’s going to figure out we’re having sex when I knock you up.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Knock me up?”
I shrug. “It’ll happen eventually.”
“What if I don’t want children?”
“Slugger. Slugger. Slugger.” I shake my head. “Don’t lie to me. I know you too well.”
“What do you know?”
“I know you damn near melted when you held little Stephanie for the first time today. I know you’ve missed having a family. I know you want a big family.”
“I am not having six boys.”
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t want you to but would two be so bad?”
“If they’re like you and your brothers, yes.”
“Having the next generation of Raider boys would be a blast.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re going to change their diapers, feed them in the middle of the night, discipline them when they get in trouble at school?”
“Depends on the trouble.”
“I’m serious, Goofy.”
“I’m serious, too. I plan to be a hands-on dad. I want to experience every moment possible with our kids.” My jaw tightens. “I am not going to be my dad.”
“You are nothing like your dad. You might be a total goofball, but you look after the people you care for.”
Her words hit me straight in the chest. They mean the world to me.
I don’t remember much about my dad. Not only because he left when I was ten. But also because he wasn’t around before then. He certainly didn’t help Mom raise us boys. The last thing I want to be is him.
“Thanks, Slugger.”
“I…” She trails off to yawn.
I help her to her feet. “Come on. Time for bed. You’re exhausted.”
“You’re not going to leave, are you?”
I pinch her chin. “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”
She meets my gaze. Her light blue eyes sparkle but I’m uncertain whether the sparkle is anger or mirth.
“Fine. You can stay. But no sexy times. ”
I smirk. “You can’t resist me.”
She snorts. “I think it’s you who can’t resist me.”
She walks toward the attached bathroom. “I need to get ready for bed.” She whips off her shirt, revealing a red lace bra.
My cock twitches and I groan. “Tease.”
“You’re the one who wants to stay,” she sings before shutting the door.
I rub a hand down my face as I try to get my cock under control. She said no sex, I remind it. She also threw her shirt at me and showed off her sexy bra, it reminds me. Good point.
I remove my shirt and jeans and crawl into bed. I find the remote control and switch on the television as I wait for Harper. Women always need loads of time to get ready for bed. Skincare regimes and I don’t know what.
I haven’t clicked through the first round of channels before Harper strolls out of the bathroom.
My jaw drops to the floor and my cock springs into action when I get a look at what she’s wearing – a black satin nightgown.
It’s floor length but when she moves the slit in the side showcases her leg from her ankle to her thigh.
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex,” I manage to croak out.
“Who said I want to have sex?”
I groan. “You can’t be serious. You can’t stroll into the bedroom wearing the sexiest nightgown in existence and expect me not to jump you.”
She sways from side to side, showing off that fucking tempting slit and I swear. “You’re not wearing any underwear. ”
Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t wear bras to bed. Too uncomfortable.”
“You’re not wearing panties.”
My cock is now fully erect and peaking from the top of my boxer shorts. It doesn’t give a smuggler’s hoot about my promise to keep my hands to myself. It wants to bury itself deep in her pussy and it wants it now. I don’t disagree.
“Get your sexy ass over here.”
She bats her eyelashes. “Or what?”
“Or I won’t make sure you’re quiet when you come.”
She hesitates and I realize I messed up by reminding her how her dad is in the bedroom two doors down.
I roll out of bed and prowl toward her. Her gaze dips to my cock and she licks her lips. It weeps in response.
“Slugger,” I growl as I draw my hands up the sides of the nightgown. She shivers in response. “You have three choices here.”
“What are they?” she asks when I pause.
“I can gag you to keep you quiet when you scream for me.”
“Or?”
“You can promise to be quiet when I sink into your pussy and claim what’s mine.”
“O-o-or?”
“Or I can walk out the door and come back in the morning.”
She squeezes my dick through my boxers. “You’d leave now?”
I allow myself to enjoy the feel of her hand on me for a second before I bat her hand away. “I would. If you’re uncomfortable with the situation, I’ll leave. I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable.”
She blows out a breath. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
I cock a brow.
“Okay, fine. I am uncomfortable, but I shouldn’t be. I’m thirty-two. I’m not a virgin. I should be able to have sex in the house I live in.”
I palm her face. “Am I gagging you, or can you be quiet?”
“I can be quiet.”
“Challenge accepted,” I mutter before molding my lips to hers. She sighs and I thrust my tongue inside. Her beer and vanilla flavor hits me and I groan before wrapping an arm around her. I drag her close until I can feel the satin of her nightgown against my naked chest.
I wrench my lips from hers before nibbling and biting my way across her jaw to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing this nightgown.”
“Have at it, Goofy.”
I grasp the hem of the nightgown and bunch the fabric up to reveal her naked legs. My mouth waters when I reach her hips. No panties. Harper is naked and on display for me.
Fuck yeah.
I lift her up and set her on the chest of drawers. Several items fall over but I ignore them. I’ll replace whatever breaks but I’m not pausing in my quest to show Harper she’s mine.
“Spread.”
Satisfaction fills me when she doesn’t hesitate to widen her legs .
“I want to taste you, but you’re loud when I’m eating you out.”
Her chest heaves, and her breasts bounce. “I can be quiet.”
I nip her bottom lip. “Liar.”
She opens her mouth to protest but I sink a finger into her and she moans instead. Her head falls back, and her chest arches toward me.
“Ride my finger.”
She clamps onto my shoulders and starts riding me. Meanwhile, I can’t resist those pretty breasts bouncing and teasing me.
I nibble on her nipple through the satin material and she increases her pace. I add a finger and her inner walls tighten around me. As much as I’d love to get her off twice tonight, there’s no way I can keep her quiet through two orgasms. One is challenging enough.
I withdraw my fingers and she mewls. “Why are you stopping?”
I lick my fingers before dropping my boxers. “Because my cock is jealous of my fingers.”
Her mouth drops open. “Oh.”
I line my cock up with her opening. “No condom.” We already had this discussion but I will never abuse Harper’s trust. “You okay with me going bare inside you?”
She bobs her head. “Yep.”
I inch inside and she moans. I love how vocal she is for me, but I don’t want her to be embarrassed tomorrow with her dad. I meld my mouth to hers as I sink my cock into her until I bottom out.
“Love you, Harper,” I whisper against her lips. “Love the little sounds you make. The way your fingers dig into my biceps. And I fucking love making you come.”
And then I proceed to do exactly that.