HARD KNOX(35)

All the years of emotion building and collapsing around me.

Knox saw my tears and stood and turned. His hands grabbed my waist and he stared at me.

“Is it true?” I asked. “VP?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Nothing is set in stone yet. It’s all f*cked up. The Reap is alive. We’re here. I’m tired of this, darlin’. I told you that. This piece of shit on the ground will never bother you again.”

I looked down at Porter. He had one hand on the ground and wiped his face with the other. Our eyes met and there was no feeling. There was probably never any true feelings there anyway. He was just the temporary bad boy fix until my hands could get back on Knox’s body.

Was that wrong? Probably. But I didn’t care.

“Never again,” I said to Porter.

Then I spit at him.

It felt good to spit at him.

“Disarm these f*cks,” Knox shouted to Matteo and Ari. “Then put them in the trunk of the car.” He looked down at Porter. “Try and come back at me for this. I dare you. You and I both know this was personal. Don’t bring anything else into it. Ana is my girl and will be for the rest of my life.”

“That won’t be long you f*cking rat piece of shit,” Porter said.

Knox started to laugh. It was sort of scary to see him laugh in such a situation. He then said, “Tell your Captain to give me a shout. I have something that might be of his interest.”

Knox turned and put his arm around me. As he motioned to his motorcycle I heard the sound of Matteo and Ari as they started to jack up the two bodyguards that had tried to get me. The thuds and groans didn’t bother, which made me wonder if I was just as messed up as Knox.

He handed me his helmet and smiled. That smile was like waking up to a sunrise over the beach. The way one side lifted higher than the other. The way his little dimples showed. The way he looked at me.

“What about my car?” I asked.

“I’ll call Liam to come tow it,” he said. “Don’t worry about anything, darlin’. We have nothing left to lose here, okay? It’s just us. Nothing complicated anymore.”

He kissed me as one of the goons yelled in pain. Porter screamed something but I didn’t hear.

We kissed and it felt like our first kiss.

I wanted to believe Knox when he said we had nothing to lose and that it wouldn’t be complicated. The truth was that running with an outlaw… everything was complicated. And I had everything to lose.

I had Knox to lose.

Plus, one more…





twenty



(knox)



NOW



Her * was my drug. Her body was my addiction. Her f*cking eyes were my soul.

My tongue licked against the wet silk of her slit and I kept going up. She was on her hands and knees, face down on the bed, her ass high in the air. She had been wiggling it at me like she was waving the white flag, but we were far from calling this thing quits.

Sorry, darlin’, you’re not done until I say you’re f*cking done.

I kissed her beautiful ass cheeks, one by one, my fingers then kneading into her skin, spreading everything wide open for my liking. Goddammit, looking at both her holes left me f*cking hungry, thirsty, and made my cock fill up so much I thought I was going to shoot a load right there on the goddamn carpet of the room.

It felt so good to be back in the clubhouse, back in my f*cking room where I had called home for so long. Not to mention having my darlin’ with me. Being able to wake up and have her in my arms made me feel more like a man, if that made sense at all.

But f*ck that romance shit for a second.

I was staring at a dripping * and a puckering ass.

I wasn’t done drinking her sweet nectar yet.

I made a quick move and spun around and sat on the floor next to the bed. I grabbed at Ana’s hips and pulled her off the bed, lining that * up to my ravenous mouth. She let out a whimper cry and stood there, staring down at me.

It was like she was in shock for a few seconds.

I took care of that.

I grabbed the back of her knees and forced them to the bed. That brought her right to me. Then I slipped up to her ass again and held her there, feasting on her.

Her clit and my tongue were in a battle where we both would outcome as winners. I flicked up, down, left, right, writing her the most erotic love letter possible. And in return she came all over me. One hand grabbing my hair, the other grabbing the bed for balance, Ana leaned forward and started to cry my name.

Her love letter to me was one word: Knox.

And that was f*cking fine by me.

She ground herself against my willing tongue. I felt the stubble on her mound rubbing against me. The insane heat. No air to breathe. The warm gush of her * over and over.

My dick stood like a f*cking flagpole. I dug my fingers into her ass even harder, resisting the urge to grab my cock and jerk off.

Shit, I was already halfway to coming and Ana hadn’t touched me yet.

Her knees finally buckled and she slid down me.

I felt her hot lips touch my chin, my chest, leaving a wet streak down my body.

I eased her down until the head of my cock touched her slit.

She quickly gasped and looked at me with eyes that begged for a break… but a flicker that begged for more.

“Not yet, darlin’,” I whispered to her.