Semi-Human (Harper Hall Investigations Book 2) Read Online Free

get some more rest now?”
    She gasped as he flipped her to her stomach and pulled her up on her knees. “Not just yet,” he said as he slid into her from behind. “But maybe we should keep working on it.”
    “Oh…my…God,” she cried out brokenly. “Absolutely…genius.”
     
    Three hours later, Harper wasn’t sure if Riddick was any closer to a restful state, but since she’d come so many times she’d lost count and couldn’t feel her legs anymore, she wasn’t sure how much more she could do to help.
    He was lying flat on his back, pulling her hair idly through his fingers while she was splayed across his chest. “I guess we’ll have to pick out rings at some point, huh?” she asked.
    “Oh, shit,” he muttered. “First I ask you to marry me on the floor of a strip club, then I forget to give you the ring. Why the fuck do you tolerate me?”
    “Um…besides the fact that you just made me come so much that I’m dehydrated?” Then his words really hit her. “Wait…you already have a ring for me?”
    She hated that her voice had taken on the tone of a pre-teen at a One Direction concert, but hey, weddings and the idea of sparkly rings did that to her. Shoes, too, but that was another story.
    He eased her off him, then leaned over the edge of the bed to grab something. When he rolled back toward her, he was holding the most gorgeous ring Harper had ever seen.
    “This was my mother’s,” he said, sliding it on her finger. It fit perfectly.
    When she remained silent, he started looking nervous. “If you don’t like it, we can get something else.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I just thought…shit, I don’t know. It looked…like you.”
    Harper felt tears stinging her eyes and her bottom lip started to quiver. This ring was probably all he’d ever had of his mother, and he was giving it to her.
    The stone was the most brilliant, vibrant orange she’d ever seen, and at least two-and-a-half carats, pear-shaped. The setting was white gold and vintage-looking, fashioned in the shape of an intricate vine, winding around her finger all the way up to just below her second knuckle. It was ornate and completely unique, somehow managing to look elegant and flashy and dramatic all at the same time.
    In other words, he was right. It was totally her style.
    “I love it,” she murmured. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
    He breathed a relieved sigh and grinned at her. Her own breath caught in her throat. Shit, if she could bottle that smile and weaponize it, women of the world wouldn’t stand a chance.
    “What kind of stone is this?” she asked. Not that it mattered. She was probably one of the few girls in the world who would say that orange was her favorite color.
    “It’s a diamond. Natural orange, according to the jeweler I had appraise it. He seemed weirdly excited about it.” Riddick shrugged. “Said it was pretty rare.”
    Harper almost laughed out loud at the thought of Riddick in a jewelry store. She briefly wondered if the appraiser thought he was being robbed before Riddick handed the ring over. Even she had to admit that while he was a good guy at heart, his face and body had bad guy written all over them.
    “If it’s rare, and obviously a family heirloom, are you sure you want to give it to me?” she asked. “What if something happens to it?”
    He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. “It’s only a piece of jewelry. I’m not worried about it. She’d want you to have it, anyway.”
    “Do you think she’d like me?”
    He gave her his crooked smile. She sighed. That one was her favorite. “How could she not love you?”
    She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Damn it, there were those tears again.
    Then he said something that made her blood run cold.
    “So…,” he began, his blue eyes twinkling with pure mischief. “Do you want to tell your family tonight at dinner?”
    Harper groaned and pulled the covers up over her head, ignoring his answering