Page 11 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door (Never Just One #4)

Wolf

One Week Later

I ’m going insane. I can’t get Harper out of my head.

She fills my senses. Even when I’m at home, I swear I can still smell the lingering scent of her perfume.

At her house, it’s even worse; her presence envelops me.

Every smile she gives me, every touch, the sounds of her breathy moans that I can hear through the door as she sleeps are driving me crazy.

I want her so badly, but I also know that she’s not ready.

It would be wrong of me to take advantage when she’s vulnerable and scared. I’m here to protect her and Jenny.

It’s been a week since Harper stayed the night at ours.

Since then, we’ve been taking it in shifts to sleep over on the couch at hers.

Tonight is my turn, and as always, I can’t sleep.

I sit on the armchair nursing a glass of whiskey, staring out the window into the vacant, moonlit street, eyes peeled for a glimpse of the stalker.

There’s been no sign of him. Harper is hopeful that means he’s gone, but I know sickos like him don’t just give up. He’s out there, watching me, waiting.

The sound of the stairs creaking sends me into high alert, and I spring up from my seat, gun drawn. At the bottom of the stairs, I encounter a startled-looking Harper who holds her hands up in surrender.

“It’s only me,” she whispers, fear radiating from her as her gaze is fixed on the gun in my hands.

I lower my gun, looking up the stairs behind her for signs of an intruder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, calm down, Rambo. I was just coming to get a glass of water,” she teases lightly, though I feel guilty that I’ve scared her.

I follow her into the kitchen, watching the way her hips sway as she walks barefoot.

She’s wearing a thin pair of well-worn sleep shorts and a tank, her nipples visible through the fabric.

Her hair is mussed from sleep, her face devoid of makeup.

As I watch her pour a glass of water, the moonlight dancing across her pale skin, I think she’s never looked more attractive. She’s a goddess.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asks, flicking on a light switch below the cabinets and turning to face me as she leans against the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other.

“I wouldn’t be a very good watcher if I slept on the job,” I remark with a small smile. “What’s keeping you up?”

“I keep thinking…” she starts before catching herself, a blush creeping up her chest.

“About?”

“Things I shouldn’t.” She looks at me, and I know that she’s thought about me in that way.

That I’m not alone in my attraction. I step forward, to do what, I’m not quite sure, but she changes the subject.

“There’s no sign of him? Out there?” she asks, jerking her head toward the window.

There’s no need for her to say who; we both know she’s talking about her stalker, even if she doesn’t like to use the word.

I shake my head. “No. If he’s smart, he won’t come near here while we’re around.”

“I keep wondering who it could be… who would want to terrorize me like this.”

“If it’s any consolation, I doubt that he knows that’s what he’s doing. Stalkers don’t tend to realize how unhealthy their behavior is. The sicko probably thinks he’s being romantic.”

She shudders. “Somehow, that makes it worse. But I doubt it’s that kind of stalker. I’m hardly the kind of woman that a man would fall so madly in love with from looks alone that he stalks her.”

“Why do you do that?” I ask angrily, stepping closer to her. I itch to reach out and take her in my arms, but I hold myself back.

“Do what?” she asks, not meeting my eye.

“Put yourself down. Don’t you realize the effect you have on men? How beautiful you are.” Fury rages inside of me at whoever made her feel this way.

Her breath hitches, and she looks at me, a mixture of pleasure and mistrust on her face. “That’s sweet of you to say, but I’m not sure many would agree with you.”

“Like who? Give me one example,” I challenge, not willing to back down.

“My ex. He said that no one else would want me. I’ve been alone for so long, it’s hard not to think he’s right,” she says, her voice small.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” I growl, closing the gap between us. He must be if he was foolish enough to let a woman like Harper get away. “And he’s wrong.”

Flustered, Harper backs up against the fridge, chest heaving, pupils dilated. I know she wants me, too, even if she won’t admit it. “I should go back to bed,” she says unconvincingly.

“Should you?” I say, my eyes meeting hers, a challenge, a request. If she doesn’t want me, doesn’t want this, all she needs to do is say the word, and I’ll back off.

“Wolf,” she murmurs, her lips parted. My cock hardens at the breathy way she says my name.

“Tell me to stop, Harper. Tell me you don’t want this,” I murmur, pressing my body against hers and feeling the warm softness of her.

“I can’t,” she admits.

I kiss her, and without hesitation, she kisses me back.

Her lips taste like cherry pie and toothpaste.

The kiss is explosive, weeks’ worth of tension erupting in one moment.

I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the counter and sit her on it.

I stand between her thighs, kissing down her neck into the soft slope of her cleavage.

“Fuck, your body was made for sin,” I remark as my greedy hands caress her soft skin, worshipping her curves. “So fucking perfect,” I say as I slip her shorts off to reveal her panties. I notice a small wet patch that makes my cock twitch and my ego swell; she’s as turned on as I am.

“Wait,” she whispers, pulling away and reaching for the light switch.

I grab her hand, gently bringing it to my lips. “Don’t. I want to see you. All of you.”

She gulps, nodding nervously. I make sure to show her exactly how much she turns me on.

I take my time removing her clothing. I strip down to my boxers first, leveling the playing field before removing her tank to reveal perfect rosebud nipples that harden under my touch.

She moans as I take her breast in my mouth, reaching down to stroke my hardening cock through my boxers.

I tear off her panties, feeling the slickness between her thighs. “You’re so fucking wet,” I groan.

I wish I could take my time to worship her body properly, but we’re both too hungry with need. The animalistic part of us takes over as she pulls down my boxers and guides my cock to her slit. “Fuck me,” she moans, and I’m lost.

She cries out as I push inside her, and I force myself to hold back, to give her time to adjust and take me fully before I slowly start to thrust. She feels fucking incredible.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she hisses as I push deeper and harder. I pause, worried I’m hurting her, but she pulls me closer. “I didn’t say stop,” she says, the sex minx I knew she was hiding coming out. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I almost blow my load right there and then.

It’s so fucking hot, but I manage to keep it together.

If it’s been a long time for her, I want to make damn well sure that she cums. I rub her clit while I fuck her, teasing it in small circles, alternating the speed and movement until I find the perfect spot for her that has her moaning with pleasure.

I can feel her slickness getting wetter, expanding to fit me better as I fuck her faster.

Her perfect breasts bounce up and down, and I marvel at the sight of her, head thrown back, eyes closed, as she loses herself in the moment.

“You’re the sexiest goddamn woman I’ve ever seen.”

I feel her pussy tightening, spasming under my touch as I bring her close to the edge. “Shit, I’m gonna cum,” she pants moments before finding release.

Her mouth collides with mine, muffling her cries of pleasure.

I can still feel her orgasm rippling through her body, her pussy tightening on my cock, as I lift her and turn her around to lean over the counter.

She lets out a gasp as her nipples touch the cool granite.

I drop down to taste her, licking the length of her, from clit to asshole.

“Oh my god,” she groans in surprised pleasure, and I repeat the action a few more times.

“You taste fucking great,” I growl, a slick of precum forming at my tip. I won’t last much longer if I fuck her again straight away.

I use my fingers first, teasing her clit and finger fucking her soaking wet pussy.

I can feel her cumming again, her juices running down my hand.

Only then do I give in to her demands that I fuck her again.

I thrust in from behind, the angle deeper and tighter this time, making me want to explode.

We fuck hard and fast, her round ass jiggling as my thighs slap against it.

She arches her back, lifting her torso more, making it even tighter, and I know I’m about to cum.

“I’m close,” I tell her.

“Me too, cum with me,” she demands. It’s so fucking sexy I can’t hold myself back any longer, and I cum hard, deep inside her as I feel her own orgasm ripple through her.

“Fuck. I knew you’d be perfect. Knew you’d ruin me,” I murmur in between kisses as I turn her around and hold her close to me.

When we finally catch our breath and start picking up our clothes, I can tell Harper is embarrassed as she hurriedly tries to cover herself. I tilt her chin up to meet my gaze.

“Hey, no regrets. No shame. This was inevitable. I knew I had to have you from the moment you stormed into my house.”

“What about Bear and Hawk?”

Her question tells me everything I need to know.

She doesn’t realize it yet, but it isn’t just me she wants; she wants us all.

I want to tell her that we don’t mind sharing.

In fact, we enjoy it, but I don’t want to scare her off.

I’ll tell her and she’ll make her own decision about it all when the time is right.

“You don’t need to worry about them right now.”

She nods trustingly before looking at me with those big hazel eyes. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” she asks, adorably shy, considering we just fucked on her kitchen counter.

“I’d love that,” I reply genuinely.

With Harper’s body snuggled against my chest under the warm blankets, I fall fast asleep into the most peaceful, dreamless sleep I’ve had in years.