50. Luke
LUKE
Isit back on my heels and just look at her.
Fuck.
Harper Garrett is spread out on her childhood bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard, completely naked. The sight of her like this—vulnerable and trusting and mine—makes my cock throb so hard it's painful.
My gaze travels from her flushed face down to where her thighs are pressed together, and I can see the tension in her body. She's holding herself together by sheer force of will, even now.
Not for long.
"Spread your legs," I order quietly, tracing my finger up her slit. "Open for me, Harper.”
She closes her eyes and lets her thighs fall open.
"Yeah, just like that," I breathe, and the words come out rough.
She's glistening, pink and swollen. The sight makes my mouth water and my hands shake with the need to touch her, to claim her—to make her forget everything except this.
I slide my hand up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my palm. When my fingers brush against her pussy, she's so wet I groan out loud. I circle her clit slowly, teasing, watching her hips jerk in response. "Jesus, Harper. You're soaked."
Her back bows, her legs opening wider. "Luke, please."
"Please what?" I add pressure, and she gasps. "Tell me what you need."
"You." The word comes out broken and desperate. "I need you inside me. Please."
Fuck. The way she begs—the raw need in her voice—makes me want to give her everything.
I stand long enough to strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Harper's eyes track every movement as I roll on a condom. When I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, she pulls against the handcuffs without thinking.
"Easy." I put a hand over the chain to keep it from clanking. "You have to keep still."
“Easy for you to say.” She inhales sharply as I push forward.
I watch her face as I fill her in one slow, devastating thrust. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
She's so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect around me that I can barely think.
How many times did we do this last weekend?
Her body just feels better every fucking time.
I hold completely still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. She whimpers, moving her hips, trying to get more. I can see it in her eyes—her entire world has narrowed to the place where we're joined, to the stretch and fullness of me inside her.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her head falling back.
"That's it." I start to move—slow, controlled circles that grind against her just right, careful to keep the bed from squeaking. "Let me fuck you nice and quiet."
That makes her clench around me, and I nearly lose it right there. I slide my hand up her body to cup her breast, pinching her nipple in time with my movements.
She's making small sounds she can't control—whimpers and gasps that she's trying desperately to muffle.
"Quiet," I warn, and then I cover her mouth with my free hand.
The pressure silences her completely. Her eyes are wide, wild, on mine. She can still breathe through her nose, but she can't make a sound. Can't cry out. Can't beg.
And fuck, that makes everything more intense. I lock my eyes on hers as I roll against her, rubbing her just right, inside and out. "You're going to come for me," I say, my voice rough. "And you're going to be quiet while you do it. Understand?"
She nods frantically, her entire body coiling tighter and tighter beneath me.
I slide my hand from her breast down between us and find her clit. The moment I touch her, she shatters.
The orgasm hits her hard—her body convulses, her back arching off the bed, and she screams into my palm. I keep moving, keep touching her, drawing it out until she's shaking and gasping for air.
When I finally remove my hand from her mouth, she's wrecked.
And I'm nowhere near done with her.
"One down." I smile wickedly. "Two more to go."
She gasps. Before she can say anything, I pull out and thrust back in hard enough to make her eyes go wide again.
I lick up her neck and then whisper in her ear, "You're going to give me two more, sunshine, and then you're going to sleep in my arms knowing you're exactly where you belong."
She does. I make her come twice more—once more with my fingers on her clit and my cock buried deep, and once with my hand covering her mouth again as I finally let myself go.
Each orgasm is different. The first was sharp and desperate. The second is slower, deeper, rolling through her in waves that I feel clenching around my cock. The third is almost gentle—a soft, shuddering release that leaves her muffling herself against my shoulder as I empty myself inside her.
I pull out carefully and dispose of the condom before returning to unlock the handcuffs. Her wrists are red where the metal bit into her skin, and I kiss each one gently, massaging the marks with my thumbs.
"You okay?" I ask quietly.
She nods, her gaze shuttered.
Slipping into bed beside her, I pull her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her. She fits perfectly there, like she was made for me.
“You’re hogging up the whole mattress,” she murmurs against my shoulder.
I stroke her hair. “It’s not my fault you have a bed for toddlers.”
She snuggles in deeper. “It’s a princess bed.”
“Then no wonder you have it.” I kiss her forehead, soothing her back.
Yawning, she rubs her cheek against my skin. “If you call me princess, I’ll gut you.”
I hold her until her breathing evens out and she's finally asleep. I need to leave, but I stay and hold her a little while longer, watching the shadows move across her ceiling, planning what comes next and how to protect her from it.
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that the family you're born into doesn't mean shit. But the family you choose? That's everything.
And in the upcoming dark moments, I need to make sure Harper understands that I choose her.