Page 119 of Hide and Seek
“Uhhhhhh . . . What the actual fuck?” Harper says, gaping at the newcomers who are making themselves right at home.
Izzy strides over, dropping the snacks onto the kitchen counter beside us before explaining herself. “Dumb and dumber just showed up at my place and kidnapped me,” she starts, looking more than delighted at that fact. “Apparently it’s moving day, but don’t expect me to help. I’m here to watch as they get all sweaty and have to take their shirts off so I can get a better image for my spank bank.”
Ace laughs from across the apartment as Diesel, the no bullshit guy that he is, starts putting the boxes together, not bothering to wait to see how breaking the news went. He’s here to do a job, and nothing is going to keep him from doing that.
“Well, shit,” Harper says, turning her dazzling green stare right back to me. “Looks like you really were going to kidnap me if I said no to moving.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t?”
Harper groans and shoves me away before jumping down off the kitchen counter. “Fine,” she says, surveying the array of snacks. “I’m going to shower, but I swear, not one of you nosy assholes is permitted to look inside my bedside drawer, and if I find out that you have, all three of you will have matching testicle bowties—and trust me when I say that I will mix and match that shit. You’ll all be wearing each other’s balls like one of those BDSM collars.”
And with that, Harper harrumphs and stomps off to the bathroom, leaving me and the boys to move this brat into my place, her bedside drawer and all.
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HARPER-RAYN
My gaze sails around Knight’s home as Ace, Diesel, and Izzy leave for the night. It’s been one hell of a day, and as I try to wrap my head around it, I can’t help but notice how surreal this is.
Do I seriously live here with this intoxicatingly delicious man?
One minute I was scarfing down a tub of leftover Chinese food, the next, my whole world was changing before my very eyes. Despite how much of a fight I put up, I can’t help but want this. It feels so right. I won’t lie; I’m terrified of what will happen if and when he gets bored of me, though he doesn’t seem to think that’s ever going to happen. If he wants to live in a delusional world, then who the hell am I to try and stop him? I’m more than happy to live here, to be in his arms every day and be the woman he chooses to share his life with.
Fuck. I really have fallen in love with him.
As Knight locks up, I make my way down to his closet and start putting away the last of my clothes when I find my array of sexy lingerie. I can’t help but grab my favorite pieces and a pair of sleek black heels to match.
A stupid smile stretches across my face, and when I hear him making his way down the hall, I hurry out of the closet and into the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind me. Giddiness pounds through my veins, and as I stand in front of the mirror, peeling off my clothes piece by piece, I’ve never felt so excited.
Sure, I’ve worn sexy lingerie for plenty of men, but it’s never felt like this.
I do my hair in a high pony, knowing how he loves to wrap my long jet black locks around his strong wrists, and after putting on just a touch of makeup for my man, I turn my attention to the lingerie.
It’s fucking stunning, and the few times I’ve worn the pieces, I’ve never felt so desired and beautiful. I fix the sheer black bra into position, my gaze shifting over the delicate design on the fabric as I adjust the way my tits sit inside the cups, making sure they look as full and delicious as possible. After all, if I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right.
Stepping into the matching thong, I pull the dainty material up my thighs before fixing it into place, pulling the sides up high over my hips, and adding just a little bit of shape. Butterflies swirl deep in my stomach, and as I hear Knight moving around our room, probably finding places for the last of my things, I take the sheer garter belt and clip it around my waist.
“Well shit,” I murmur to myself, taking in the sheer material covering my skin. This morning, Knight told me that I’m his version of divinity, and while I know that’s an outrageous exaggeration, at this very moment, I can’t help but feel as though this might be the closest I’ll ever get.
Last but not least, I step into my heels, completing my outfit, and when I stand back, taking in the whole look, a stupid grin pulls across my face.
Damn. Knight is one hell of a lucky man.
“Doll, where do you want all this hair shit?” he calls out.
Showtime.
Turning off the light, I open the bathroom door and step out into the bedroom before leaning against the door frame and coming up with the most seductive pose I can possibly think of.
Knight strides out of the closet, his gaze immediately lifting to mine, and when he comes to a dead stop in the middle of his bedroom, a wave of pride flourishes through my chest.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Fuck me,” he breathes.
He starts toward me, and I shake my head. “Uh-uh. If you want this, you’re gonna have to get on your knees and beg.”
He grins, his gaze raking over every inch of my body and filling with the deepest need. His eyes return to mine as he simply stands across the room, and with every passing second, the tension in the room intensifies.
