Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I let out a heavy breath as I pull away, hating myself for having told Diesel and Ace that I’d head out for a run with them this afternoon. “Fuck, doll. I’ve gotta go,” I tell her as her fingers weave into my hair and grab hold.
Harper shakes her head. “Over my dead body.”
A deep groan rumbles through my chest as she pulls me back into her, and I fucking sink like a goddamn ship, melting into her as though that’s exactly where I belong. Her lips return to mine, and as I kiss her back, I scoop my arm around her waist, holding her to me.
“God,” she groans, pushing me down on the couch before clambering on top of me until she’s straddling my waist, taking control. “I need you inside me.”
Harper grinds that sweet cunt down over me, and I take her hips, watching as she pulls back and closes her eyes, tipping her head back as the pleasure rocks through her body.
It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted her, and every day becomes harder to resist. I’m trying to do the right thing and enforce the doctor’s orders until she’s properly healed, but when she straddles me like this and grinds that sweet pussy over me, she’s playing with fire.
Resisting her is going to kill me. I’ve never had to jerk off so much in my life. Just last night, she got me so fucking worked up, I had to get in a cold shower. This little she-devil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched me work my cock with that wicked sparkle in her eye, and it damn near brought me to my knees. If I didn’t know any better, I’d wonder if she enjoyed my pain.
Sooner or later, I’m going to break, and when I do, Harper-Rayn will be all too ready to take me on.
“Don’t tempt me, doll.”
“Come on,” she moans, leaning back into me and dropping her lips to the base of my neck, her tongue working across my skin and driving me to the edge of insanity. “It’s been two weeks since surgery. I’m fine.”
“Doctor’s orders.”
“Amelia was just screwing with us when she said six weeks,” she says. “She has the firm belief that if she’s not getting dicked down, nobody else should be either. Besides, it’s not as though I need you to throw me around like a rag doll. Just sit here and let me ride you. I’ll do all the work.”
I shake my head, and she groans. “But it’ll be so good,” she murmurs, her lips working up to my ear. “You can’t deny how good it would be. The way your thick cock would stretch me, how tight I’d squeeze as I worked all the way to your tip, only to drop straight back down.”
“Fuck, doll. You’re killing me.”
She laughs and grinds that sweet cunt against my cock again, and all I can do is dig my fingers into her hips, on the verge of coming in my pants.
There’s no denying that she has a point. I could so easily slip inside her, and she wouldn’t have to do a damn thing. I could just rock her up and down and put us both out of our misery, but—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound of Ace and Diesel knocking at my door is like having a bucket of ice water tipped over my fucking head. “The fuck are you doing in there?” Ace calls from my front porch. “We’ve been waiting for your bitch ass for twenty minutes.”
“Fuck.”
Harper laughs, but she thankfully stops grinding those sweet hips over me. “If we ignore them, will they eventually go away?”
I shake my head. “No chance in hell.”
Harper groans and rolls off me. “Fine,” she mutters, making herself comfortable on the couch again and yanking her blanket off the floor before fixing it around her. “But just know that while you’re huffing and puffing and making your way up and down the street like a lost puppy with your friends, I’ll be spread out on the kitchen counter, getting off with my favorite vibrator, my hands all over my body, and my—”
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, cutting her off.
The knocking at the door gets louder and more persistent. “Don’t make me come in there,” Ace calls just as the sound of his trying the locked handle fills the air, and it occurs to me that he means every word. That bastard won’t just come barging in; he’ll drag me out by the fucking balls if he has to.
Getting to my feet, I lean over Harper once again before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “An hour tops.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The door rattles again and I let out a groan. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming.”
Making my way to the door, I stop by the hallway table and grab my cap before pulling it over my head and twisting it around. I go to reach for the door when Harper’s voice cuts through the sound of Ace’s incessant knocking. “Woah,” she says in horror. “You’re leaving the house like that?”