HARD KNOX(43)

Maybe that’s why I hated real thunderstorms so much.

We were in silence for a few minutes.

More lightning. Another wicked crack of thunder.

It made me cringe.

“Ana…”

“Knox, it’s fine,” I said. “We’re still young.”

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I looked at him. “I thought it was the right thing to say.”

“We’re not young,” he said. “Young was when we first met. We are who we are right now, darlin’. If you ever find that house with two car garage and basketball hoop and all that shit… and you find a man that’ll put you in that house…”

I touched Knox’s lips. “He’d never be my outlaw, Knox. You are. I can sit in this room, in the dark, in a thunderstorm, for the rest of my life, and I’d be happy.”

“That’s a complete lie,” Knox said. “But I appreciate you saying that. I’ll always work hard for you, for us. That’s the truth of what I can offer.”

Thunder boomed again and I jumped.

Knox’s hands touched my back and he leaned into me.

We quickly started to kiss and even quicker, we started to strip each other down.

He thrust deep inside me and I arched my back. Lightning flashed outside the window as my nails dug into his muscular back. For some reason I had a sudden vision of Knox coming inside me and leaving a piece of him for me. Something that we’d create, I’d carry, and then we’d have a family.

I cried out his name as he f*cked me harder, chasing that image away.

From that night on… I loved thunderstorms.





twenty-seven



(ana)



NOW



I paced. I bit my nails down to nothing, to the point where they hurt bad. My bottom lip kept quivering. My eyes tried to fill with tears but I fought them off. I wasn’t sure how it would all play out. This was a really big deal. Not just for me, even though it was my body and the rest of my life that would forever change. But it was a big deal for Knox, the Reap, and even Porter and the family.

I managed to mutter the words to Knox over the phone.

“I’m pregnant.”

It didn’t make sense. No, it did make sense. It made a lot of sense. I was super late. I had been getting f*cked by Knox two, three times a day, every single day, unprotected for weeks now.

No shock there.

But to me… after everything that had happened…

The apartment door blasted open. Knox took two steps in and stopped. He shut the door and stared at me. I dropped my hands to my sides and my eyes filled with tears again. This time, I didn’t hold them back. I slowly pointed to the table, where the pregnancy test was.

There was no denying this test. It was full-on-double-lines-you-are-f*cking-pregnant.

I shook it like it would change or something.

But I didn’t want it to change.

I was carrying Knox’s baby!

His seed… my body… the rest of our lives.

Knox walked to the table and stood there. He made fists and put them on the table as he stared at the pregnancy test.

I looked at the logo on his back. He was a mile wide.

Reaper’s Bastards MC.

Notorious bad boys in town and in the city. They all had a criminal record. Knox’s father was in a prison with a life sentence. His one friend - King - was in prison on death row.

Yet, to me, they weren’t bad guys.

They were guys who did bad things for the greater good.

That didn’t justify breaking the law, but to them, they were outlaws. They didn’t have laws. They had their own set of rules to live by.

“Knox…”

He looked over his shoulder. “Darlin’, I have to ask this. I need you to not get mad.”

“What?”

“This… definitely mine?”

“Yes,” I said. “I swear.”

Knox slowly turned. I had no idea what to expect. I should have been the one on the pill. Knox had enough on his plate. He shouldn’t have to worry about sex. And a man like Knox should never have to cover up his dick when he wanted to f*ck.

Was I blaming myself for getting pregnant?

Knox stepped toward me. “Fuck, darlin’…”

“Please say something.”

Knox came closer and put a hand to my belly. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whispered.

“Ours,” Knox said.

When our eyes met it was an intense flurry of emotions I never thought possible. Next thing I knew I jumped up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and we started to kiss. His hands spread across my back. He had the biggest hands I’d ever felt in my life.

Knox turned and walked me to the table. He plopped me down and swatted the pregnancy test off the table. He grabbed a chair and threw it like it was a toothpick. It slammed into the wall. He pulled me tight to his body and started to kiss down my neck. I put my head back, groaning with pleasure and relief. I tried to touch him but he grabbed my hands and made me grip the edge of the table.

It was so f*cking hot. He always took complete control. I loved losing myself to him every chance I got.

His eager hands tore at my pants and ripped them down my legs. His hands came right back up and grabbed the sides of my panties. I lifted my ass up and he tore so hard I heard them start to rip. I let out a shuddering cry and had no idea what to expect.