HARD KNOX(37)

Trust me, we were all doing just fine on our own. Early investments in life had treated plenty of us well, but over the years, booze, *, lawyers, the outlaw life… it wasn’t exactly as free as TV shows and movies make it seem.

Ana lived in a sense of fear that was slowly breaking apart. She was radiant and beautiful.

I sat up in her bed and watched as she climbed out of bed. Staring at her from behind had me shaking my damn head. I couldn’t even imagine how beautiful she was. It was like if I blinked she would look different.

But she didn’t.

She got more beautiful by the second.

Her hair trailing down her back. Her shoulders and arms, shit I never gave a damn about before. The way her body made that hourglass shape, her hips rounded with my grips permanently in them. Her legs were a little thick, and all I could think about was her straddling my cock, pumping those legs up and down.

She walked to the bathroom and I looked around the small bedroom.

I didn’t like the apartment at all.

I felt like we were too exposed. It was too risky.

I didn’t like the idea of living in the clubhouse either. It was nice to have it as a hangout, but I wasn’t stupid. Ana forever fantasized about the house and white fence thing. I’d catch her talking about it when we were younger and the way her face would light up always made me smile.

Somewhere in my heart I always wondered if I could give that to her. Maybe that’s what kept us apart too.

Things were different now.

I could…

My phone started to ring, right on cue.

I leaned over the bed and wrestled with my jeans.

“Matteo,” I said.

“Chapel,” he said “It’s big.”

The call went dead.

I turned and Ana appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, still naked.

She reached up with one hand and bit her lip. She was a little shy still but she was trying to be seductive to me.

I threw the covers off and got out of bed. My cock bounced and smacked off my leg, but only for a few seconds because it started to grow in size again.

“Darlin’,” I said to Ana, “I have to go. Work related.”

Her entire body posture changed. She closed her legs, put her arms at her sides, and realized the moment had come and gone.

“Hey,” I said. “I’ll be back. You’ll be safe. No worries.”

“I hate when this happens,” Ana whispered.

I know she hated bringing up the past. I hated when she brought up the past. But I understood it. It was hard to just start over, clean slate. That was all bullshit. I watched my ma and old man go through enough clean slates to weigh down a dump truck. And in the end, my old man f*cked women, my ma took off, and the house I called home stood on rotted boards, waiting to come down.

I kissed Ana, gently, and hated that I had to walk away from her naked body. I hated that I had to get dressed. But this was a big deal. I had to get my mind straight.

I started to turn and Ana grabbed at my leg.

“Yeah, darlin’?” I asked.

“Can you be late?”

“I don’t have a punch clock,” I said.

“Good.”

Her hand slipped forward and she touched my throbbing cock. Her fingers teased all the way to the tip. As she squeezed, she bit her lip again. I turned to face her again. Being late to chapel wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but I’d take some serious hell for it.

I started to move my right hand, really thinking about stopping Ana, promising I’d make it up to her later.

Then she started to drop down to her knees.

I sucked in breath and watched as her sweet lips came forward and kissed my dick. Her tongue licked the bottom of my shaft. She put her head back and swallowed hard.

“Aw, darlin’,” I said.

She grabbed the bottom of my shaft and held me. Her mouth then started to move over my cock.

I was going to be late… and it was f*cking worth it.





twenty-one



(ana)



THEN



His two fingers twisted inside of me. He curled them and pulled, bringing a deep tingling sensation that made me feel like I was going to be paralyzed and pee myself at the same time. All I could do was thrust my hips up at him, my body aching for release. It felt so f*cking good being in his presence and feeling his touch. Not to mention the way he hovered over my bed as he wore his Reaper’s Bastards leather cut. He was the giant monster I should have been afraid of, but this wasn’t some little girl fairy tale.

This was a woman’s fantasy.

And Knox was all mine.

His left hand dug into my hair as my left hand clutched the bed sheets, my right hand holding tight to his leather cut.

My pants and panties were down to my knees.

His zipper was undone and his massive cock jutted out like a third leg.

I hurried to reach for him with my left hand, trying to stroke him.

“Hurry, darlin’,” he whispered as our cheeks touched and we both looked down at the sight before our eyes.

The lower half of my body bucked up off the bed as he plunged his fingers back into me.

Oh, never in my life had I wanted to be f*cked so badly than I did right then. The only problem was that it was the middle of the night. As pathetic as it sounded, I was in my early twenties and had to skip having sex because I feared waking my mother who was in the next room. I knew damn well that Knox couldn’t take it easy when it came to f*cking. He would have pounded me so hard that the headboard would have been beating against the wall like a hammer.