Page 41 of Queen of Blades

“Stay still, my queen, so I can worship you properly,” he warned as he moved a hand away from her leg and teased her swollen and moist folds.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed.

Chuckling, he slid two fingers inside her before he returned to sucking on her clit.

“Jesus goddamn Christ.” Her body trembled as he wiggled his fingers deep inside her.

“Come for me,” he demanded.

When he flicked his tongue against her nubbin, he pumped his digits in and out swiftly, curling them upward to tickle that spot that drove her absolutely insane.

Panting and whimpering, she thrashed, riding his face, until the walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers. She screeched his name as they pulsed rhythmically, and he drank her release.

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Harper

Lyinginbed,withbirds chirping and Paul’s arms around her, Harper sighed contently despite how sore she felt. He’d fucked her in every position possible, and some she swore weren’t. It was one hell of a way to learn just how flexible she was. What she wouldn’t give to shut out reality and remain in bumfuck Oklahoma, screwing Paul until the end of time.

Hell, she might even consider kids, a white picket fence, and chickens. It was a farm, after all.

If she weren’t facing potential death, she might laugh at the absurdity of that thought.

Unfortunately, life didn’t work that way. An annoying thought itched the back of her brain. As much as she didn’t want to ruin their postcoital moment, she had to say it.

Closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of his sweet kisses against her neck, she sighed. “I want to check in with my dad.”

He stiffened against her.

“I told him I’d call him before I got on my plane,” she explained. “My flight was hours ago. He has to know something is wrong.”

At least she hoped he did.

Paul groaned into her shoulder and squeezed her against him. “Fine.”

His reluctance was palpable as he released her. To be fair, she truly didn’t want to interrupt their cuddling either, but it had to be done. Her father would worry about her if he didn’t hear from her.

If he didn’t know about what was going on, then he’d likely assume she’d crashed or something. She needed to let him know she was safe—no matter what he was aware of. Though she’d be lying if she said it didn’t irk her that he hadn’t known about the hit out on her. He was supposed to be the president of the Roughneck Riders motorcycle club—a big shot in the criminal underworld of Oklahoma. How the hell had this gotten past him?

Paul rounded the bed and reached for his pants. From the pile of discarded clothing, he snatched his black briefs and tugged them up his legs. He was such a beautiful man. Tall, lean, with just the hint of rippling abs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but it was obvious he took care of himself.

The hair of his happy trail was fine and very light. It wasn’t visible from a distance, but up close, she felt the softness of it. Though his chest was bald. She wondered if that was natural or if he shaved or waxed.

“I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, annoyance clear, as he exited the room.

Tossing the covers off, Harper sought the pile of clothes. Not that her father would know, but it felt wrong to talk to him while naked. Quickly, she slipped back into her outfit from before. She had just pulled the T-shirt over her head when Paul returned.

He extended the phone toward her. “It’s a burner—untraceable. Do not tell him where we are. I have no idea who’s listening in on his end.”

She scowled at him. “How stupid do you think I am?”

He arched a brow, and she slapped at his bare chest playfully. It earned her one of his deliciously devilish grins.

Taking the phone, she tapped at the screen and dialed her father’s number. Thankfully, it was the same one he’d had years ago, so she remembered it. Had she wanted to call her siblings, she wouldn’t have a clue.

Turning away from Paul, Harper plugged one of her ears and held the phone to the other as she listened to the ringing tone.

“Yeah,” her dad answered gruffly.

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