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)
“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?”