Page 39 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her like this. I try to commit this moment to memory, the sounds she makes as I bring her closer and closer to climax, the way she feels, tight and wet around my erection, her perfect, sexy curves that she no longer tries to hide in shame.
As we reach our climax together, my only thoughts are of her—fearless, beautiful, brave, mine.
The others have their time with Harper, which I don’t mind. In fact, watching her turns me on all over again. We could go on all night and never stop. Eventually, we’re tired and satiated, collapsing in a tangle of limbs on the bed. I don’t want to leave Harper’s side. The thought of going to my empty bed and sleeping alone is not a welcome one, not tonight. It’s not my turn to share the bed, though, so I move to leave.
“No. Stay,” Harper says, pulling me back by the hand. “Can we all share the bed together, just for tonight?”
“If that’s what you want,” I reply, looking to the others for confirmation that they agree.
They murmur their agreement, and Harper smiles, a small, content smile that makes my heart skip, knowing she feels the same. Harper snuggles in, pulling me close and placing my hand on the swell of her stomach. I think of the life that is growing inside her and marvel at what the future holds for us. I never imagined myself becoming a father, but now that Harper is pregnant, I’m eager to be a dad.
Still, when Bear and Wolf say goodnight, telling Harper “I love you,” the words catch in my throat.
I kiss her, trying to silently convey the feelings I can’t yet voice, and she looks at me knowingly.
“I love you all, too,” she says sleepily.
The next morning, we wake bright and early, and though we’re all tempted to spend the day in bed worshipping Harper’s body—or at least I know I am—we’ve got work to do. So, reluctantly, we get out of bed. I take a cold shower, trying to focus on the tasks ahead of me.
The plan to catch Harper’s stalker is simple. He’s been trying to gain access to her house, and his communications have been escalating. I believe that, if given the opportunity, he would have tried to speak to her in person by now. The only reason he hasn’t gone further than leaving notes and hasn’t tried to follow Harper in person is that we’re always with her. Since this started, Harper hasn’t been alone, and he’s too scared to face us.
From the video footage, it’s clear that the man is short and scrawny, with a slight limp, meaning it’s not Viktor, who is tall and broad, a fit and healthy man who has grown stronger since his time in jail. Whoever this messenger is, he’s not an enforcer; he’s not the muscle, but he is wily and resourceful, good at staying undetected. Perfect for surveillance. If his job was just to surveil Harper, why leave her threatening notes at all? Is Viktor’s goal simply to terrorize Harper first?
I think if we give this man enough rope, he’ll hang himself with it.
But to do that, he needs to think Harper is alone.
I hate this plan. I hate that I came up with it. I hate that it puts Harper in danger and that none of us can be there to make it work. But Harper is insistent that we try it.
After surveying hundreds of hours of CCTV footage, I’ve got a good idea of the area the stalker lives in, though because the cameras are only on the main streets I’ve not been able to narrow it down any further. In that neighborhood there’s a dive bar I’ve spotted him entering. With any luck, if he sees Harper go in there alone, he’ll follow.
Wolf, Bear, and I need to be nowhere near the place. If he sees us, he’ll run. So, the plan is that we’ll wait at the rendezvous site, where we’ll interrogate him once he’s been caught. Fiveof our people, men and women we trust, whose appearances don’t obviously scream ‘biker’, will be stationed in disguise both outside and inside the bar. It will be their job to protect Harper and catch this guy.
There’s so much that could go wrong.
Why the fuck did I come up with this plan?
If anything happens to Harper and the baby, I’ll never forgive myself. However, Bear and Wolf would probably kill me first, brother or not.
“It’s not too late to back out. We’ll find a way,” I tell Harper for the hundredth time.
She places her palm against my cheek, looking deep into my eyes. “I know. But I have to do this.”
I nod, accepting her choice. Harper is stronger and braver than she knows. I don’t doubt that she’s capable of this.
“I love you,” I tell her. Finally, I am unblocked and able to say it to her. But the words come out sounding like a goodbye, and I fear I have somehow jinxed her, that my love will cause the universe to take her away from me.
“I’ll be okay,” she promises, as if reading my mind.
I’m not particularly religious, and I haven’t prayed since my prayers landed on deaf ears in Afghanistan as my squadmates dropped dead around me. Still, as Harper enters that rundown bar, I find myself praying. “God, please protect her. I’ll give anything to keep her safe.”
Chapter 22
Harper
The bar is crowded, the floors sticky with spilled beer. I know there are people in here, blending in with the drunken patrons to make sure I’m safe, but I feel utterly alone. They’ve deliberately chosen people I won’t recognize, just in case that would somehow tip off our man, so I have no idea who’s a friend or foe in here. I sit in a booth in the far corner and order soda. I pull out a book from my bag, pretending to read it.
“You’re doing great, Harper,” Hawk’s voice says in my ear. Knowing they’re listening in makes me feel bolder. I can do this.
