“I love you, Harper.”
She arches against me as her pussy squeezes around me. Her forehead rests against mine as I continue to fuck her, feeling her pulse around me. Her release sweet and all mine.
“Make me yours,” she whispers as her hips rock against mine.
Her eyes captivate me as I drive into her one final time, giving her everything I have. She gives me a soft smile as we both come down.
“I’m never letting you go, Death.” She tightens her hold in my hair.
Something settles into place inside me. “Good.”
CHAPTER 68
The Last Hurrah
Jack
We’ve almost got the cars packed to head back. The computers are all put away. I’ve left the laptop connected to mine, so our friend can access it. It’s a gamble, but Harper is confident in this person.
Still not letting them get their hands on the hard drive though.
When I walk in, Harper has a bottle of soda in her hand and a smile on her face. Eli comes downstairs.
“All clear up there.” He pauses when he sees the bottle.
Yeah, if she’s holding it just because she’s thirsty, we’re going to have to have a talk, because to us bottles mean something.
Nico still sits on the couch, waiting to be loaded as well. His hand trails up the back of Harper’s thigh. She changed into a skirt and crop top after her shower with Luke. This weekend has been emotional and taxing, but if she’s up for a game, I’m sure we could be persuaded.
Eli joins us in the living room as Caden walks up behind me.
“What’s the holdup?” Caden puts his hand on my shoulder. When he follows my gaze, he smirks.
Luke walks in from the kitchen. “What’s the plan, princess?”
“We’re about to walk back into our cage.” Harper walks forward and sits on the rug, setting the bottle down. “Why not play one more time before we go?”
“Do we have time for—” My words are cut off by a backhand to my abs.
“If the woman wants to play,” Caden says with a grin, “let the woman play.”
“My bad.” I join the others as we lower into a circle.
Harper shakes her head. “Strip first.”
Luke raises a challenging eyebrow, but I stand and get naked.
“Do you want to play, Death? Or not?” She dangles the bottle from her fingertips and wets her painted-red lips.
I love when she’s fresh-faced and all natural, but something about her red lips stretched around my cock makes me want to fuck her hard.
“What are the rules?” Luke asks, clearly uncomfortable not being in charge for once.
She gives him a sweet, pouty look. “If you want rules, it’ll cost you.”
I chuckle. “What’s the cost, sweetheart?”
Her gaze collides with mine. “Boxers. All of them.”
