Page 28 of Secret Baby Daddies
“Fuck, Harley.”
I whimpered and then gasped when he used his knee to spread my legs open. When his weight settled over mine again, I could feel him everywhere. He was pressed against my clit and it was making me lightheaded from arousal. I forgot about running away. I forgot about his money or power. He was a man and I wanted what he could give me.
“I need to be inside you.” Yanking my shorts and panties down to my thighs, Luc lifted himself off me for a moment and then he was back, skin to skin. His bare cock pressed against my lower lips and I was so wet that I coated his length. Luc wrapped his arm around my neck, holding me tight, and slammed himself into me in one harsh stroke. “Fuck, baby. This pussy was made for this, for me.”
My mind had been blown open. I was stretched almost painfully but my body didn’t register it as a bad pain. It wanted more. So much more. I spread my legs even wider, giving Luc all the access I could, and sucked in a shaky breath when his arm tightened ever so slightly. I knew he was letting me adjust to his size by staying still but I needed him to move.
“Please, Luc.”
He raked his teeth over the back of my neck and pulled out.
“Reach down and play with your clit.”
I moved to do as he said and understood why he said it when he slammed into me again. Immediately he started a pace that was brutal, pounding into me like a man possessed. I cried out and lay awkwardly on my arm to get my hand to my sex. It didn’t matter. There was something about him making me touch myself that lit up yet another part of my brain.
His thrusts forced my body forward, little by little, each of them so hard that I let out a helpless little grunt. His own sounds became more animalistic and when I grew louder, crying out his name, he covered my mouth and whispered harshly in my ear.
“As much as I want to hear you scream for me, there’s no fucking way I’m going to let one of the ranch hands hear you from the bunkhouse. You’re all for me tonight.”
I reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair as we continued to go at it. I arched my back and fucked him as much as I could from underneath. I rolled my hips and squeezed my sex around his shaft until I could hear his breathing stop for a few seconds at a time.
My toes curled as he hit a magical spot inside and I yanked at his hair hard enough to pull a few strands out. I was close, so close. Desperation hit and I sank my teeth into his palm as his hand came down on my ass hard. The echo of the slap felt like it could’ve been heard from town but it didn’t stop him from doing it again and again, spanking my ass until it felt painfully hot.
“Come for me, little bunny. Come all over my cock.”
That was all it took to send me flying over the edge. My body tightened and tightened until I wasn’t sure I would survive. But when it released, Luc shot his come deep inside me I opened my mouth and let out a muffled scream as waves of pleasure crashed into me. White-hot pleasure like I’d only felt a few times in life, with them, had me scrambling at the ground and then sucking his fingers back into my mouth so I had something to sink my teeth into. I came hard and went limp beneath him as he thrust a few more times, making sure I got every last drop of his come.
He surrounded me, his big body covered mine, and he rested his weight on me. Breathing hard against the side of my neck, he finally let out a growl and pulled himself up. He picked me up and ignored my frantic grab at my bottoms when they slipped off. He left them there and carried me back into the house, up the stairs, and to his room. When I started to resist he shot me a look that had me snapping my mouth closed.
“In the bed, Harley.” His tone left no room for argument. “Now.”
I let out an annoyed huff like I hadn’t just come so hard my eyes crossed. I did as he said and stiffened in shock when he crawled in behind me and wrapped himself around me.
“Go to sleep, little bunny. We’ll talk in the morning.”
CHAPTER 23
Luc
When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, Jace was sitting at the island with Harley’s shorts and panties on the countertop beside him. His eyes narrowed on me as he fisted the silky material. I ignored him until I had a cup of coffee in my hand and had downed half of it.
He finally snapped, not liking being forced to wait.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking?”
I bristled, not appreciating being questioned.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“You fucked her on the ground like an animal. She’s fucking pregnant with our child, asshole. That ground’s rough. Did you check to see if you left any damage?”
Fuck. I hadn’t. My stomach soured and I put the coffee down a little harder than I meant to. The mug cracked and hot coffee went everywhere. I grabbed a towel to clean it up while replaying the night in my head. Had I hurt her?
I didn’t get very far in my self-flagellation before Jace’s sharp inhale drew my attention from the spill. I followed his gaze and nearly swallowed my tongue. Harley stood in the doorway to the kitchen, dressed in just the button down I’d tossed aside the night before. The soft material clung to her chest and nipples, turning it damn near pornographic. It trailed down her body and stopped mid-thigh, giving a mouth-watering view of her long legs.
Jace saw the scrapes on her knees before I did. He swore and stood up so fast his stool tipped over. He stalked over and dropped to his knees in front of her so he could get a closer look.
“Fucking asshole.”
