Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Harper grins, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Well, well. Who am I to deny a starved man?” she questions. “It looks like I’ve got some calls to make.”
29
HARPER-RAYN
The early morning sun shines through Knight’s bedroom window as I wake in his warm arms, never having felt more at peace than I do at this moment. Fuck everything else that’s been going on; this right here is where I want to spend the rest of my life.
Yesterday was a shitshow. Actually, the last few weeks have been a complete shitshow. Every step I take somehow sends me back ten more. Laith is gone, and my stalker is escalating, intent on derailing my whole world, but right now, there’s nothing he can do that could possibly ruin this moment for me.
This right here, this is what falling in love feels like.
Knight’s arm is so tight around me that it’s almost impossible to breathe, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t even care that his arm has been pressing up against my ribs for the last twenty minutes. I never want to leave this place.
Except to pee. Shit, I really need to pee.
I spent the night suffocating him with my pussy just as he requested, and I think my knees are still shaking. I wasn’t lying yesterday in the shower. With Knight, it’s just . . . more. It’s as though he’s in tune with my body, what I feel, and what I need. He reads me so well, and whatever gift he was given from the heavens above that allows him to please a woman so overwhelmingly great, he uses it well.
I’d be a fool to run from him, and despite the hell that’s bound to come from my mother if she ever finds out, I don’t even care. I’d risk it all just to have a life with him. If only I didn’t go and make such a big speech about not being exclusive. I kinda shot myself in the foot there, and at some point, I’m going to have to find the strength to tell him point blank exactly what I want. But until then, he’ll be here waiting, and nothing has ever comforted me more.
Slipping out from under his arm, I dash into the bathroom and quickly pee before using his toothbrush and washing my face. I can’t help but notice my messy hair and feel the tender skin between my thighs from a night full of riding the face of a man with stubble.
It’s not the greatest feeling to wake up to, but it’s one I’d happily wake up with every day for the rest of my life. I mean, shit. That man eats pussy like it’s going out of fashion. And his fingers! Fuck. I don’t know what training camp he went through, but whatever it was, it strived for perfection.
After freshening myself up, I slip back out into Knight’s bedroom, and while the empty space beneath his arm looks more than enticing, I can’t help but pad into his closet and grab one of his black hoodies from the rack. I pull it over my body and muffle a laugh, seeing just how far down my legs it goes.
Knight really is a beast of a man, and I absolutely love it. There’s something about a man who can throw me around that really gets me going, and Knight is exactly that. I can almost picture him spending his free time out in the woods, living it up in a log cabin, and swinging an ax around like one of those ripped lumberjack dudes.
God. My mouth starts to water.
Creeping back out into his bedroom, I hold my breath, not wanting to make a single sound as I climb up onto his bedside table, awkwardly pausing when he threatens to wake up. I cringe, my eyes going wide, but as he settles back into a light sleep, I get into position, crouching down and making sure the hoodie covers every inch of me before fixing the hood right up over my head and pulling the strings until my face disappears behind the material.
I look like a fucking demon spawn, the perfect devil hawk crouching on his bedside table for the most fantabulous wake-up call known to man.
There’s the smallest little peephole to look through and when Knight doesn’t immediately begin to wake, I start to regret my decision. This might take longer than I anticipated.
With my knees starting to ache from my crouching potion, I slip my toe out, knocking his phone off the bedside table and making just enough noise to stir him awake. His hand immediately slips out, feeling for me on the other side of the bed, and a goofy-as-fuck grin stretches across my face.
He grumbles something in his sleepy haze before rolling over, and the moment his gaze lifts to the crouching devil hawk on his bedside table, his eyes widen. “FUCK!” he roars, reaching out and grabbing hold of me, yanking me down onto the bed as I howl with laughter.