Page 33 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

GRANT

H arper asks several times where we’re going, but it’s better to keep her in the dark as we hustle her down to one of our armored cars.

With a swift nod to Trent, I handle her into the backseat. He nods back and gets behind the wheel. He’s got the best tactical driving of the three of us, and I’m not too prideful to admit it.

I slide into the back with Harper, her eyes are wild when she turns to me. I hate seeing that fear on her face. I stroke her cheek as I settle in, closing us in the darkness of the back. Oliver slides in the front passenger seat, but I can feel his gaze on us.

Especially when she leans into my palm.

“Come here.” I tuck her against me, against my good side, under my good arm, and she settles into me automatically.

I’m a goner for the way she feels. How she can bring me comfort and solace by merely being here with me? I haven’t felt this kind of sanctuary with a woman since my mother passed.

Although the way Harper’s knee hooks around my leg is very much not platonic. I love the way she nestles in.

Once we’re on the road, she distracts herself with the buttons of my shirt, running a fingertip around them one by one. Down, down, down.

A gruff breath of air escapes, puffing into her ear. She shivers against my side and aims those beautiful dark eyes up at me. The pain abates at the look in her luminous gaze. Her lip pinches between her teeth.

Heat builds from my middle, and I still owe her a punishment for her misbehavior earlier. Even if she’s beaten herself up far more than I ever could. Emotionally.

I can give her something physical to focus on. Something to give her a scrap of redemption for herself.

Harper’s hands go back to exploring, smoothing over my chest, down my torso, around my side, and back up. Fuck, this woman drives me crazy. In the best possible ways.

I tip her head back, teasing her by drawing my nose against hers. Her lips part, so eager to give herself over to me.

Her hand closes around the front of my shirt as I maintain the inch of space between our mouths. Her huff is adorable, and I finally give in, taking the taste of her I want.

She opens to me so easily, letting me claim her mouth with my tongue. Her body rolls, writhes with the unspoken need. To feel something other than shame and guilt and fear.

My good hand glides down her back, cupping her ass and giving it a hard squeeze. The soft moan she makes draws Trent and Oliver’s attention. Their gazes are like a weight. One that pushes me into her rather than away.

I devour her mouth until she’s full of tension but her body is loose. Fuck, she’ll let me do as I please with her, won’t she? Such a good fucking girl.

I grumble at the ache of wanting to grab her by the hips and drag her across my lap, to pull her skirt up and deliver a good spanking, but my injury sparks enough pain that I keep it still instead.

Coaxing her over my thigh is the next best thing.

Her exploring hand grabs me around the neck, and I’m glad she doesn’t worry about if I can take it. I’m strong enough to take her weight in one arm, one leg, and I want to watch her seek her own pleasure with my body.

I want her to put on a show for Trent and Oliver. To give them enough of a distraction to keep their adrenaline up but keep themselves calm. The hunt, the slow tracking of prey.

It drives the tension in the car higher, and Harper responds, her hips moving against the muscle of my thigh. I urge her along with my hand low at her back, enjoying the way her tight skirt rides up to her hips.

“Grant…” Her soft voice is questioning. Concerned. “You’re hurt.”

“Yes. And you make for a decadent distraction.” I prod her hips with the weight of my hand, big enough to splay completely across her back. She seems so small when I have her like this. Or I feel like more of a giant seeing our size difference.

But when she opens that mouth of hers, when slices through me with a look, she becomes all consuming. Her fingers pinch my earlobe in mock admonishment.

“You need painkillers, not me squashing you.”

I laugh gruffly. “No, baby girl. You could never squash me. I don’t have any pain killers, so take my mind off the pain instead.”

Harper shivers, arching her back and dragging her hot pussy against my thigh. Her hand slides down my torso as I watch her give herself over to what her body wants. My cock is aching for her touch.

When her hand slips over my hard length, cupping me through my pants, I grunt low. The redirection is enough to shift my awareness away from the pain. This one is sweeter. More present.

She won’t get me off this way. Not even if she takes me out. I don’t need her to.

The game is hers. I’m merely enjoying being sucked into it. Because I will have my fun when we get to the safe house.

My palm smooths a path up her spine to grip the back of her neck.

Harper’s mouth falls open out of delight, and she squeezes me. A nice reminder that she likes to be in control—but only when it suits her.

Her hips move a little faster as I grab a fistful of her hair and arch her head back. It exposes her throat to me and the long line of her cleavage from this angle. Those ample breasts of hers press hard into my chest.

She grinds against me, hand rubbing and goading me into the action she wants me to take. The one I want to take, but frankly, making her wait is sweeter.

I blow a breath across her skin. Harper shivers and sinks down deeper into the swirling movements. God, she’s fucking brilliant.

When I finally lean in the extra two inches to press my mouth against the column of her throat, she sucks in a shuddering breath.

My teeth elicit a moan from her that tears right through me. A twinge of pain in my bicep reminds me to relax, to let her find her own pleasure through me.

I keep my grip tight and my mouth slow, even as I can feel it build in her, as her hips move with more fervent purpose.

Holding her in place, I watch as her pleasure crests, as bliss hits, and the crash that rocks through her body.

It’s the most glorious sight. Every time I see it, it gets better.

Her hips slow, and I release my hold on her hair, tipping her mouth back to mine. A new wave of looseness comes over her, and she conforms around my body. But her hand doesn’t cease its ministrations against my swollen cock.

As much as I want to take more, she’s crashing. And she needs the rest.

Today’s been a rollercoaster for her, and she needs her energy for what comes next.

“It’s all right, baby girl. You did good. Take a nap. It’ll be a little while yet.”

Her moan this time is to fight me, but her body is winning, as I knew it would.

Then, I get the pleasure of holding onto her as she sleeps. The vulnerability she offers me.

I meet Trent’s gaze in the rearview mirror, his approval evident in the way he takes her in and nods. Oliver’s less obvious, but his voyeuristic nature is clear.

We all need her to be okay.

Harper’s starting to rouse by the time we make it out of the city to a small cabin we have in case of emergencies. It’s off the grid but fully stocked with the things we need to keep her safe and figure out our next moves.

The bumping of the road brings her back to. I swear, the moment she’s clear enough to think, her hand gropes me between my legs. My hard-on spurs back to life.

Dreamy eyes peer up at me.

“We’re almost there.”

She’s pouty, stroking me with more purpose. That deep need swells again, making everything else seem so bland and gray around her. If she only knew just how bright she makes my world.

“Don’t pout, baby girl,” I say softly. “You’re going to be tied up good the moment we’re inside and safe.”

Harper practically purrs at me, not stopping. I want to circle and circle if it means having her here. Having her use that naughty mouth the way I know she likes. God, I could live forever with her on my cock.

We pull up to the cabin, and I fight my instincts to get out of the car with Oliver and Trent. But I let them check everything out before they come back to tell us it’s safe.

It’s easy to assuage myself with the knowledge that I’m keeping Harper safe.

When my door opens, I whisper in Harper’s ear. “Go on with Trent.”

She lays a solid kiss on me first before giving Trent her hand. I follow behind.

Trent sends her to the bathroom to freshen up, and we all stand around the bedroom, looking at each other. This has been building for weeks.

So, when Harper comes back out to stand between us, the look on her face begins the inevitable.