Page 19 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door (Never Just One #4)

Harper

A fter taking the plunge and deciding to give our unconventional relationship a try, we’ve settled into a comfortable routine in the almost three weeks we’ve been together.

For the most part, Jenny and I have moved back home.

I want Jenny to sleep in her own room, and I don’t want to rush into living with the guys just yet; however, at least one of the guys stays overnight on a rotating basis.

A couple of nights a week, we have ‘sleepovers’ at the guys’ place so we can all be together.

Having not one but three pairs of hands to help out around the house and with childcare has been a blessing, and I’m finally managing to get some work done.

I’ve been trying to put aside the nasty comments those women made in the supermarket and focus on myself for once. As long as Jenny is safe and happy, that’s all that counts. I’m so glad that she’s taken it all in stride. As much as I’m falling for the men, I will always put my little girl first.

Things have been going so well that I feel strangely on edge. I keep waiting for something bad to happen. For the other shoe to drop.

It finally did this morning.

Another envelope waits for me, pushed under the door; it lies there menacingly.

“Jenny, why don’t you go on into the kitchen and fix yourself some cereal like a big girl?” Bear says from behind me.

Jenny happily scurries off, oblivious to my inner turmoil as I stand rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder what fresh horror my tormentor has sent.

Bear places a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. He moves in front of me, picking up the envelope. “Why don’t you go join Jenny in the kitchen?” he suggests.

I shake my head numbly. “No. I want to see. I need to know.”

He nods in acceptance, handing the envelope to me. I’m grateful that he’s here with me; his calming presence and the fact that he allows me to make my own choices are precisely what I need right now. With shaking hands, I open the envelope.

Another note. Another photo.

Whores don’t get happy endings.

As putrid as the note is, the photo makes me sick to my stomach. Somehow, even though we’re always careful to draw the curtains, he’s managed to get a photo of us all having sex. This time, the image is inside the guys’ house.

How many more of these does he have? If these get out, my life will be over. Not for the first time, I ask myself what this person wants. If this is blackmail, I have nothing to offer.

Does he just want to destroy me?

“Shit,” Bear curses quietly as he looks over my shoulder at my latest delivery.

He pulls out his phone and dials. “Wolf, get over here now. We’ve got another delivery from our guy.

It’s bad.” He hangs up the phone and pulls me into an embrace, kissing the top of my head. “We’ll find him. We’ll make him pay.”

I try to pretend nothing is wrong while I get Jenny ready for school, one ear cocked to listen in on the guys’ conversation.

They’re trying to sound in control, but I can tell the breach of their home has shaken them.

They discuss club politics, their rivals, Satan’s Sons, and wonder if perhaps they’re behind this, and it wasn’t about me after all.

But that doesn’t make sense. The stalker targeted me before I was even involved with them.

I’m the one who brought trouble to their door.

It’s decided that Hawk and Bear will drop Jenny off at school on their way to the clubhouse. Wolf insists on taking on the role of protector today, arguing that Bear can act on his behalf as VP, and Hawk’s main role is security, so he needs to be the point man on this breach.

“I can’t concentrate,” I complain, coming downstairs from my office to find Wolf bent over his laptop at the kitchen table. “I can’t stop thinking about what this freak is going to do next.”

“Nothing if I have any say about it,” Wolf promises darkly.

“I need a distraction.”

“I can think of one,” he says, coming over to kiss me, squeezing my ass. Wolf is insatiable. Usually, I’m just as bad, always wanting him, wanting more, but I’m too paranoid now about who might be watching us.

“We can’t. What if he’s watching?”

“I have an idea,” Wolf suggests with a naughty glint in his eye.

He takes my hand and pulls me over to the utility room, opening the door and pulling me inside.

He flicks on the light switch, shutting the door behind us.

It’s a tight squeeze, the two of us barely fit among the washing machine and dryer, cleaning products, and excess canned goods that I store in here.

“No windows,” Wolf points out, pulling me close to him.

“You, sir, are a sex fiend,” I giggle as he kisses my neck.

“So are you, gorgeous,” he growls as he reaches his hand under my dress, pulling aside my panties to stroke my already wet slit. “See,” he purrs triumphantly as he slides his fingers inside.

He lifts me onto the washing machine, which just so happens to be running, and the vibrations ripple through me, turning me on even more.

I need this. I need to lose myself in the simple act of fucking.

We’re both hungry with need, too eager for more; we don’t take our time.

Wolf kisses me passionately, his tongue intertwining with mine as he teases my clit.

I reach down and unbuckle his belt and pants, pulling his already hard cock free.

“Fuck me,” I command, biting his lip. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He positions his cock at my entrance, pushing inside slowly as my pussy opens like a flower in bloom for him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, wanting more, needing more.

He moves slowly at first, allowing my body to adjust to him.

As I get wetter, he starts moving faster, fucking me harder.

The vibrations from the washing machine, combined with his hard and hungry fucking send me hurtling over the edge as I cum, screaming out in pleasure.

“Fuck, Harper. You’re mine, say you’re mine,” he growls, nipping at my neck, burying his face between my cleavage and finding my nipple, biting it and sending ripples of pleasurable pain through me.

“I’m yours, Wolf, always,” I cry as he fucks me harder, finding his release as I cum for a second time.

Panting and satiated for now, we adjust ourselves, and Wolf kisses me.

“Shit, I think we knocked something over,” I say, noticing that there’s flour on the floor.

Wolf inspects it. “Nope, looks like you may have a mouse,” he says, pointing out various bags of chips and dried noodles that the mouse has nibbled its way into.

“Shit. What do I do?”

“We can go to the store and pick up some containers that will stop it from getting into things, plus we can buy a humane trap to catch it and release it somewhere else.”

I smile at him, cocking my head to the side. “I didn’t peg you for an animal rescuer. I figured you’d be an old school trap kinda man.”

He smiles back. “I’m not a monster. I like animals; they’re innocent and didn’t do anything to me. It’s people I tend to have a problem with.”

I kiss him deeply. “Alright, we’d better put our clothes back on and go.”

***

A short while later, we’re at the store, and I’m perusing the cereal aisle when I hear a familiar voice I didn’t expect to hear.

“Harper, fancy seeing you here.”

I spin around, Lucky Charms in hand, to see my ex and his latest girlfriend in a long line of bimbos exactly like the ones he used to cheat on me, a size two fitness instructor with honey blonde hair wearing workout clothing despite not being at the gym and based on the thick layer of makeup she’s wearing, she’s not come from one either.

“Ryan, what are you doing here?” I try to hide how startled I am.

Any sign of weakness and he’ll pick at it.

As I look at him, I wonder how I ever thought I loved him.

I see the real him now, the smarmy, too-tight, too-hip clothes, the slicked-back, oiled hair, the freshly shaved cleft chin; he’s the epitome of a man in a midlife crisis.

“Same as you, shopping. Though my cereal choices are far healthier, I hope you’re not feeding Jenny that crap,” he says condescendingly, and I curse myself. No doubt he will mention it to our lawyers.

I place it back on the shelf, hating myself for doing so. “No, I mean, what are you doing in town. This store is miles away from your place.”

I moved away to avoid these kinds of encounters.

“Luna lives nearby. I’ve been staying at hers lately. Thinking I might even move here, I’ll be closer to my little girl that way.”

I try to bite back the anger I feel. Ryan doesn’t want anything to do with Jenny.

He hasn’t asked about her, nor has he checked in since we moved.

He knows that he’s not meant to come here, that it’s against our divorce agreement.

This is just to piss me off and impress this new bimbo.

I can’t believe he’d be so reckless. He doesn’t care about Jenny at all.

“He’s such a great dad,” Luna interjects, her voice high-pitched and babyish. “It’s nice to meet you finally,” she adds, beaming at me and holding out her hand.

In the name of being polite and not giving Ryan ammunition to use against me in any custody discussions, I shake her hand. “You too.”

“I work at Foxy Lady’s Gym. I’d be happy to give you a discount,” she adds, looking me up and down. “I can help you shift that tummy.”

She’s either an oblivious idiot or a total bitch.

“You should take her up on it,” Ryan interjects, looking at me in disgust. “I can see you’ve not shifted any pounds and you’re still letting yourself go. It might help you meet someone.”

“I already have met someone,” I blurt out.

“Really? I’d love to see the desperate—” Ryan starts, his voice breaking off as Wolf prowls up behind me, wrapping a possessive hand around my waist.

“You must be the moron who let Harper get away,” he says, his voice polite yet menacing at the same time.

Ryan seems at a loss for how to act, shitting himself but not wanting to lose face in front of his girlfriend, who stares at Wolf hungrily like a dog that’s seen a bone. “And you are?” he asks with false bravado.

“Logan Morrison, Harper’s man.”

Hearing him say the words out loud makes me tingle with joy. He’s with me, and he’s not ashamed. He’s proud.

“I’m Luna. I was just telling Harper she could come get a discount at my gym. Maybe you could come too,” Luna eagerly interjects, practically drooling.

“Thanks, Luna, but we already get plenty of workouts in at home, if you know what I mean,” he says with a wink and a wolfish smile that makes her blush and Ryan’s mouth open and close like a fish. “Well, this was interesting, but we’ve gotta get going.”

“My lawyer will hear about this,” Ryan finally manages to blurt out.

I shrug, taking Wolf’s hand. “So will mine.”

I’ve done nothing wrong, and I won’t allow him to bully me.

Not ever again. I feel powerful and smug as we walk away, leaving him lost for words behind me.

He talks a good game, but I know he won’t fight for Jenny.

He doesn’t want to raise a child. He just wants to bully me.

I won’t give him the power to do so anymore.

As much as I’d like to write it off that he’s the stalker now that I know he’s been in town, I know Ryan doesn’t have it in him to be that devious. He’d have said something, given away some hint just now if it were him.

I may have gotten rid of one villain, but the bigger, badder one was still out there, hiding in the shadows.