Page 41 of Hide and Seek
“Knight, I—”
“Let go,” he rumbles, a deep ache in his tone. He needs me to come with him, and fuck, there’ll be no argument from me.
His thumb circles my clit, the pressure better than I could have ever achieved on my own, and as those wicked hips rolland thrust deep into me one more time, the coil springs, and my orgasm tears through me, my walls wildly convulsing around him.
He lets out a pained groan, his fingers tightening on my jaw, and not a moment later, he releases, reaching his explosive climax and emptying himself, hot spurts of cum shooting deep inside of me and making me feel like a fucking goddess.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as we both come down from our high, the tension still so thick between us.
He drops his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss as his fingers fall away from my chin and clit, giving me just a moment to find myself. He doesn’t pull out of me, leaving himself buried inside me as he braces his hands on the counter beside my thighs, caging me in.
My legs relax, locking around his hips and holding him there as I lift my gaze to meet his heavy stare. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Knight laughs. “That’s what a night of blue balls will do to a man.”
A stupid smirk stretches across my lips when he reaches for the front of my shirt and slowly pulls it up over my head, revealing my naked body beneath. We remain in silence, and when his fingers drop to my body, I let him explore, trailing them across my skin and watching as a wave of goosebumps begins to rise.
My eyes flutter, enjoying his touch more than I should. “Mmmm . . . This is dangerous,” I murmur as those fingers brush over the curve of my breast before circling my nipple and trailing over the small piercing. “We can’t keep doing this.”
The corners of his lips pull into a wicked grin, and as his gaze collides with mine, I realize I’m in deep. “Do you want me to stop?”
I groan. He knows damn well I don’t want him to stop. His touch is like the oxygen I need to breathe, pumping life right into my veins. “Don’t you dare.”
Knight laughs before a seriousness washes over him, but he thankfully doesn’t stop touching me. “I know what you’re saying,” he tells me as his other hand falls to my center, his fingers lazily circling my clit. “As you so kindly reminded me last night, I’m your uncle.”
“Step-uncle.”
He grins again. “We’ve crossed a line, Morticia. Something we can’t ever go back from. I’m never not going to know how fucking sweet you taste or how well you take me.” Then as if to prove a point, his cock flinches inside of me, and I groan, tipping my head back as the pleasure swells inside me. “I’m not going back. I’m never going to walk into a room where you are and not have you.”
“It’s wrong,” I tell him. “We’re family. My mother is going to murder me when she finds out, and your brother—”
“Let me worry about Elias,” he says. “And as for your mother. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”
“So, you’re saying?”
“That I don’t fucking care what society tells me is right and wrong, and considering how easily you let me bend you over my fucking counter, I doubt that you care either,” he tells me. “I’m not looking to put a ring on your finger, Harper, but I will fuck you every chance I get.”
“No strings attached?” I confirm. “I don’t do boyfriends or exclusivity. Men are too overly emotional for that shit.”
“Speak for yourself,” he mutters. “But are you looking to fuck someone else?”
An image of Laith flashes in my mind, but as his fingers slowly work over my clit, the image fades away as though it were neverthere to begin with. “Is that going to be a problem? You’re not the jealous type, are you?”
Knight scoffs. “Not in the slightest, but it’ll be a fucking problem if I’m balls deep and you scream out some other man’s name.”
I laugh. “Interesting. What are you gonna do? Spank me again? Or do you have a few more tricks in your arsenal? Because you should know that I don’t shy away when things get rough. It excites me.”
Knight groans and presses just a little harder against my clit before gently pinching. “Calm down, pretty girl. I’m calling the shots here.”
“We’ll see about that,” I tell him, tightening my leg around him and pulling him closer. “Truth be told, there is someone else. Laith Mitchell. It’s nothing serious, we just . . . fuck when the need strikes. He’s not interested in me as anything more than a friend, and that feeling is mutual. You have nothing to worry about. But as for you and me, this can never be anything more than sex. It’s too . . . muddy. Lines have already been crossed. We can’t make it any worse.”
Knight nods, and I bite my lip. “What is it, Morticia?”
“I mean, this is going to sound pretty shitty of me, and while I appreciate that you’re not a jealous person and don’t care, I can’t really say the same about me. I am a jealous person. I’m a downright jealous bitch, so if there is another woman, I can try to be okay with it, but you should know that every time you’re not buried inside of me, I will automatically assume that you’re buried in her. That’s my problem though. I don’t want exclusivity, so I’ll deal with it if I have to.”
He laughs. “And here you are trying to tell me that men are the ones who are overly emotional.”
“Shut up.”
