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Against the Window
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2024-11-21 09:16:27
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HarperWater streams down my body as Rafe soaps me up, his hard length pressing into my back. I worry about the state of his hand, but he’s not complaining, so I decide not to say anything.He’s treating me so gently and doing everything from washing my hair to washing my legs and even up between them. I lean back against him, one arm going up around his neck, the other gripping his thigh as he starts fingering me. I’m still tired from Tomás, but it still feels so deliciously good.“Guess I’m going to have to be gentle with my sugar,” Rafe murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “Wild night?”“Kinda, yeah.” My cheeks flush.He strokes my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad you had fun, and someone’s got you nice and loosened up for me, so, bonus.”I laugh. “Glad I could make your night.”“Well, you haven’t yet. But you&rsq
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Two weeks later…Harper“WHOOOOOO! GO RAFE, GO!” I scream from the private suite where we are watching Rafe’s game.“Maybe we’re supposed to call him Bullet?” Tomás asks, eating off a plate of catered food next to me.“I figure if you’re sleeping with the man, you get to call him whatever you want,” Damien says dryly. He sips something expensive—scotch, I’m assuming—from a tumbler, but loses all sophistication when Rafe gets sacked. “Roughing the passer!”“They can’t flag the play every time Rafe gets sacked. This isn’t touch football,” Scott chuckles. He’s munching popcorn, more a fan of that snack than the buffet fare.Damien purses his lips. “I wonder how much it would cost…”I reach past Tomás to slap his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it.”
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HarperRafe and Jack are on the ground. I don’t know where the bullet went. I don’t know if Rafe’s been shot. Neither of them are moving.I drop to my knees next to them. “Rafe? Rafe, honey? Rafe?!” I shake his shoulder.Nothing.I put my hand on his cheek and something warm and sticky coats my palm. “Help!” I scream. “Oh, God, he’s bleeding! Somebody help!”A multitude of boots come trampling through the woods, flashlights shining on us from all directions. Some police stand back with their guns drawn while others rush to Rafe’s side.“It’s just a graze,” one officer says, and I could pass out from relief. “He’ll be okay. Just gotta get him in to see if he has a concussion. He’s a football player though, so I suppose he’s had a few of those.”Someone hits their knees next to me while I’m staring down at Rafe and wra
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TomásDamien gets us into the interview room where two flustered detectives sit in front of a completely shell-shocked McKenzy.“Mr. Blackwood, this is highly unusual,” one of them is enough of an idiota to say.Rafe snorts. Scott shakes his head.I just wait.Damien turns on the detective and strikes like a viper with his words. “And I’m hoping you like early retirement.”“What the hell does that mean?” the detective snaps back. He’s puffed up and stupid. Damien is going to eat him for breakfast.I let the other two watch the show. I’m more concerned about McKenzy. She looks like she’s on the last thread of her last frayed nerve. I go and kneel by her chair. “McKenzy?” I ask softly.Now that I’m able to see under the table, I realize that her hands are cuffed together. Anger rises in me.“Who has the fucking key?” I ask, standing abruptly. “Key?” Rafe asks. “What do you mean, ‘who has the key’?”Scott looks at me, looks at McKenzy, leans down a little so he can see under the table,
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HarperI don’t think he’s serious. I really don’t. Until I see his eyes darken.“Oh shit.” I scramble over to the other side of the bed, putting it between me and Tomás.“Cariña, I’m not going to duct tape you to the bed,” he sighs.“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you,” I respond, still keeping the bed between us.Tomás rolls his eyes. “I would have used something far less abrasive.”“What?” I yell.“I’m kidding. But if me standing here will keep you from trying to leave the apartment, all the better,” he says.I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re on, Profe.”With a slight smile, he stands in front of the door with his arms crossed. “And just what do you think you can do?”He’s not Rafe, so he’s not built like a football player, but that doesn’t
A Sketch Away From Perfect Cold Comfort
Harper“You should really get some sleep, mi preciosa,” Tomás advises kindly, sitting down next to me on the sofa. “I think maybe Damien kept you up for a long time, no?”I lean against his shoulder. I mean, he’s not wrong, but…. “What about McKenzy?”“I will wake you up if I hear anything,” he says, taking my hands in his. “Maybe her parents wanted to take her somewhere else, and she forgot to check in. Now, cariña, you must get some rest.”He stands and pulls me up with him. Then he wraps an arm around my shoulders and guides me to my bedroom.I look at the carefully made bed and think of McKenzy’s messy one. It just feels so uncomfortable not having her here. “Maybe I should stay up a while.”“No. I promise I will wake you if I get any information,” Tomás insists firmly as he pulls my covers back.The bed does
