Page 55 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
The panties hit the kitchen tiles with a soft whisper, and Harper doesn’t even look back as she heads for the counter, her hips swaying with deliberate tease. Bear lets out a low whistle behind me. Wolf growls again, that deep, territorial sound that rumbles out of his chest whenever Harper does something like this.
“Kitchen first, huh?” I say, dragging my eyes off the curve of her ass just long enough to glance around. Boxes are stacked against the walls, half our dishes still wrapped in newspaper, theplace a mess of cardboard and clutter. “Not exactly romantic, darlin’.”
Harper glances over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. “It’s not about romance. It’s about making this house ours. Every room.” She presses her palms flat against the counter and tilts her head, waiting.
That does it. Wolf stalks forward, dropping the box he’s still holding with a thud. He cages her against the counter, his big body pressing hers forward, and claims her mouth in a hard kiss. Harper moans into it, arching back against him.
“Easy,” I murmur, though my own blood is running hot. “Remember she’s not as bendy as she used to be.”
Wolf shoots me a look over her shoulder that says he knows damn well what he’s doing, but he eases off just enough to let her settle comfortably against the counter. Bear’s already at her side, running his hands down her arms, murmuring something low I can’t quite hear. Whatever it is, it makes her giggle breathlessly, the sound soft and sweet.
I step in behind, my hands sliding around her waist, feeling the warm swell of her bump beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She leans back against me. I press a kiss into her hair, breathing her in.
“You sure about this?” I ask against her ear, even as my hands trace lower. “We’ve still got half the house to sort.”
She twists her head just enough to meet my eyes, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Hawk,” she says softly, a plea wrapped in my name. “I’ve never been more sure.”
That’s all it takes.
Wolf lifts her onto the counter with a single, easy motion, settling her so her legs dangle off the edge.
Bear’s on his knees first, his hands braced on her thighs, pushing them wide. He buries his face between her legs like he’s starving, his tongue lapping slow at first, then harder when Harper moans and grabs at his hair.
“Fuck,” I mutter, one hand on the counter, the other stroking over her rounded belly. She leans back into me, head falling onto my shoulder, breathless cries breaking from her lips every time Bear circles her clit.
Wolf’s not patient. He never is. He grips her jaw, forcing her gaze up to him. “Eyes on me, Harper,” he orders, rough but steady. “I want to see you come undone.”
She whimpers, obeying, though her body’s twitching from Bear’s tongue. I stroke her hair back, pressing kisses to her temple, grounding her while the other two push her higher. My fingers dig into her hip when she bucks, the sound of her wetness filling the kitchen louder than I can handle.
“Good girl,” Wolf praises when she shudders and cries out, clenching hard around Bear’s tongue. Her nails scrape my arm, and she gasps, “Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
She doesn’t have to beg. Bear’s relentless, sucking her clit until she’s sobbing through another orgasm, thighs shaking around his head. Wolf growls his approval, and I feel myself grinning even through the heat.
“Hawk,” she pants, tugging at my shirt. “Please, I need you.”
That’s all it takes. I yank my belt loose and shove my jeans down just far enough, my cock heavy and aching. I lift her hips,sliding her to the very edge of the counter, and line myself up. “You ready, sweetheart?” I murmur, brushing her swollen belly with my palm.
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes wide, desperate. “Please.”
I push inside slow, steady, until I’m buried deep in her tight heat. My head falls back with a groan. “Fuck, Harper.”
Wolf holds her steady by the shoulders, Bear grips her thighs, and I start to move, slow at first—careful, mindful of the baby—but deep enough that she cries out my name. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Harder,” she begs, nails biting into my back. “I can take it.”
I give her more, my hips snapping harder against her, filling the kitchen with the sound of skin on skin. She clings to me, moaning into my mouth when I claim her lips and everything else fades away so it’s only her.
Wolf strokes himself watching us, his eyes dark and hungry. Realizing the others want to join in, I scoop her up in my arms still buried to the hilt in her tight pussy and carry her over to the sofa in the corner of the room. Bear shifts up beside me, pressing his cock to her lips, and she takes him willingly, muffled moans vibrating around him as I fuck her harder.
The sight of it—our woman taking us both at once, belly round with our child—damn near undoes me. I grit my teeth, driving deep, determined to feel her cum again before I let go.
She gags lightly around Bear, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, but she doesn’t stop, swallowing him down as her walls clench tight around me. “That’s it, baby,” I groan, fucking her harder, chasing the spasms of her body.
She unravels all at once, screaming around Bear’s cock as she clamps down on me, trembling violently in our hold. The sound, the feel of her milking me dry, rips the climax out of me. I thrust deep, spilling inside her with a guttural roar.
Wolf’s next—he fists himself faster, groaning as he shoots across her stomach, marking her, claiming her. Harper just lies back on the sofa, laughing breathlessly, utterly wrecked and glowing.
I lean over her, brushing damp hair from her forehead, kissing her softly. “You okay, sweetheart?”
