The Traitor: (An Underground Bad Boys Romance Book 2)

by Kells, India

  His reaction wasn’t logical as he tightened his grip, moving her slightly, preventing Gage from touching her.

  Gage rolled his eyes. “Man … come on. She’s hypothermic.”

  Knox sighed and relaxed his grip. In no time, Josie was down to her underwear, and Gage helped him remove his coat, sweater, and shirt. His friend sat back then, just outside the shower stall.

  Skin to skin, Knox couldn’t look away from her. “Baby, please. Open your beautiful eyes for me.” He tried to soften his voice to coax her out. “It’s me, Knox. Spencer. The fool who hurt you. The imbecile you said…” His voice caught, but he had to keep talking. “You said you loved me, fool of a woman. I don’t deserve love. I’m a criminal who thought he was honorable. I gave you my word I’d protect you. Help you. Even told you I wouldn’t touch you. Each and every time, I betrayed my word. How can you love me? And more importantly, why do I love you?”

  His fingers pushed her dark wet hair away, tracing every line, from her eyebrows to her cheekbones down to the graceful curve of her neck, that had invaded his dreams since he last saw her.

  “When you closed that door on me, my world fell apart. I fell to my knees for the first time in my life. Me. Spencer Knox, who inspired fear in the most dangerous men all my life. But that thrill only took me deeper into darkness. I never knew that until I saw you.”

  Slight pink now colored her cheeks. He looked at Gage who looked as lost as he was. And as desperate.

  He lowered his face, rubbing his cheek against hers. Water slid from his hair down her face, his hands ran over her skin. He didn’t know what to say, the words clogged so tightly in his throat at the idea of losing her. He licked at the droplets over her mouth before peppering gentle kisses over her face. Then he felt a tremor, a slight exhale as her lips parted. Unable to resist, Knox deepened the kiss, careful not to impede her breathing.

  Her eyes fluttered open, her voice faint when she spoke. “Knox. I did it. I reached you. The lights…”

  He nodded, and smiled at her, even though it must have looked more of a grimace.

  Gage cursed and leaned back, but Knox couldn’t look away. He knew if he did, all he’d prayed for would vanish. “We found you in the snow. I thought you were dead. I should have gotten to you sooner…” His stomach tightened at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t listened to his instincts and the sense of urgency in his gut and waited until morning to go to her. When he’d seen her lying in the snow, his heart had almost stopped beating.

  He watched Josie blink before frowning. Her entire body tensed and she started to sit upright, shivering at the same time. Fear overtook her quickly as she scurried back in the small space. “Ken. He’s out there… He’s dangerous, we should call the police…”

  Knox tried to divert her attention by bringing her back into his arms and he exchanged a quick look with Gage.

  The man nodded. “I’ll go check, but with this weather, he probably went back to your cabin. Or if his brain hasn’t frozen, he probably jumped back into his car and left. Don’t worry, Josie, you’re safe here. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Without another word, Gage left, but Knox wasn’t worried about the threat. Not anymore. Knox held her close as the warm water pummeled them. “Are you okay? The snowstorm may have blocked the roads, but…”

  Her small hand touched his chest. “I’m fine. Less sleepy now. Better by the minute. But my skin is itching.”

  “I thought I’d lost you forever.”

  Her eyes went to his. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

  His hands touched every bit of skin available to him. “I still believe you’d be better off without me. But I don’t think I can live without you.”

  Josie was immobile for a moment before she got on her knees and straddled his soaked pants. Her palms cupped his bearded cheeks. “I want you as you are, Knox. Don’t change for me, and don’t hide from me.”

  His hands went to her hips as he licked his lips, impatient to take her. “Last time I took you, I lost control and hurt you.”

  Combing her fingers through his hair, she unexpectedly fisted it, pulling his head back. “I loved it. I felt alive. I don’t care about scratches and bruises if you’re the one giving them to me. And if I’m the only one giving them to you.”

  Allowing her to keep him in the vulnerable position, he felt her teeth scrape his neck. It would have been easy to overcome her, to dominate her, but he relished being like this with her, having her desire his body, wanting him, after the greatest scare of his life. In fact, he wouldn’t mind being marked by her as a reminder of what he’d almost lost.

  Desire flared between them. His denim-clad hips pumped up, rubbing between her legs, and she pressed harder against him while never ceasing her own explorations. Knox had to fight his instincts and let her lead when her teeth sunk into his shoulder. The searing pain made him groan, and of their own accord, his hands tore the panties she had on before cupping her sex and squeezing hard.

  Josie shivered, but took her sweet time releasing him. Her teeth were soon replaced by her tongue and lips. “Remove your pants. Now.”

  Knox didn’t have to be convinced for long and worked hard at shoving down his wet pants as she got to her knees and started to remove her bra. Bracing his long legs in the corner of the shower stall, he left his hands relaxed and loose as his sides, allowing her a tiny bit of control.

  The woman over him showed no sign of hesitation as she trailed her delectable mouth over his chest and torso, using every one of her feminine wiles to make him squirm under her. He could smell her arousal mixing with the steam, and saliva pooled in his mouth at the memory of her taste.

  Hesitation returned when she bit his hips, her breath on his erection. Josie looked at it as if she wondered what to do, and it made him both smile and groan. “I’m old, baby, have mercy on me.”

  Laughter echoed against the tiles, quickly followed by his gasp when she licked him like an ice cream cone from balls to tip. His thigh muscles shook, and he was unable to spread his legs wider in the confined space. Seeing Josie go down on him while on her knees, her ass high in the air, with the faint reflection of her sex against the foggy glass was damn sexy. Her heavy breasts swung lightly, her pointy nipples grazing the wet tiles. Her tongue turned into a snake when she looked up at him. Josie seized the base of his cock with her fist and started to weave a maddening pattern on his sensitive underside just before sucking its head. There was uncertainty in her movements, but she held her teeth at bay and what she lacked in technique, she amply compensated with enthusiasm and incredible visuals.

  No other woman who’d ever given him a blowjob had made him feel like a king and a savage at the same time. “Baby, come here. I love your mouth, but I’m desperate for your pussy.”

  How he wished they had more space, but he would make do with what they had. There would be plenty of other times to christen every surface of his home until their combined scent permeated the walls.

  Josie started to straddle his thighs with her knees, but he had another idea, one that would protect her knees and make him last longer.

  He positioned her so she was sitting facing him, her legs around his waist. In that position, he would be better able to control his upward motion, intensity, and speed.

  As he pulled her closer, Josie grabbed his cock between them and started stroking him. “Babe, it feels a little too nice. Be a good girl and put it where it belongs.”

  Knees wide, she straightened a bit and let herself descend upon him. Slick and tight, Knox’s hands went to her hips, holding her hard to steady her and to avoid making a fool of himself.

  The water and the steam blurred his vision, but he didn’t need to see the details to be overwhelmed by the woman who had him balls deep inside her.

  He loved her wealth of curves and blushing skin, her jiggling breasts as her body undulated. In this position, only her pussy was squeezing him, not enough to make him come, but enough to make him see parad
ise. Her tits were now rubbing against his chest, but he wanted more. He needed to see her fly, to see her submit to his body before he allowed himself release.

  “Lean back, my beauty. Put your hands on my knees and let me do the rest.”

  She obeyed him immediately, hazel irises glazed with desire as the water fell over her offered body like she was a goddess of the sea. She was a vision of haunting fantasy.

  His hands started to caress the offered flesh, starting with her magnificent breasts. He cupped them eagerly, caressing and teasing, adding some pain when he pinched her nipples.

  Her body tried to twist away, and he enjoyed seeing her squirm. His rough palms drifted down her magnificent belly, reaching the apex of her thighs, where his cock was embedded so deep.

  Bracing his feet against the wall in front of him, he slid his fingers over her and quickly found her engorged clit peeking out of its hood, pushed out by how full she was with him.

  Knox repressed the tightening low down in his spine at the sight of Josie offering herself like the spoils of war. “Move your hips for me.”

  Josie licked her lips and started rotating her pelvis, eliciting a moan from both of them. However, he was determined he wouldn’t be the one who went off first.

  His hand moved to where they were linked and he made a careful circle around her clit without touching it before going up again to tease her body, discovering sensitive new territory that made her tense, jump, and freeze. He explored her, treating her body as his own personal playground, and she wasn’t hesitant in letting him know how his touch affected her.

  Knox didn’t have to tell her to keep moving her hips, they had become restless, making them both burn, tormenting them without the immediate possibility of release.

  The fingernails of his free hand traced a tantalizing path around and around her breasts, and he could see the goosebumps appearing on her skin before being soothed by the warm water cascading over her.

  “Knox…”

  He smiled. “Ah! And she speaks. But does she beg?”

  Desperation appeared on her face. “Knox, please…”

  Featherlike, he glided his hands over her ribs. Her breathing accelerated, so did the pumping of her hips as he delved lower still.

  “What do you want from me, Josie? I’m kind of lost here. I need clear instructions if you want me to help you.”

  For an instant, she was clearly lost and unsure how to respond. Lust was definitely messing with her wonderful brain while her body knew what it wanted from him.

  His hands splayed over her lower belly, waiting.

  “Knox, please. I want more.”

  “More what, baby? I’m filling you to the brim. What more could you possibly want from me?”

  Now she panted. When she tried to push herself forward, he held her as she was and shook his head. “I want the words from you. Be descriptive.”

  The way she blushed had nothing to do with the shower steam or exertion. It took a minute, but she finally looked into his eyes. “I… I want you to touch me between my legs.”

  He didn’t move. “I am, baby. My entire length is deep inside you.”

  Groaning in frustration, he felt her hands tighten on his knees. “Your hands. I want your hands between my legs.”

  Oh, he knew full well where she wanted his hands. His view confirmed her clit was pulsing and jerking as she moved. If possible, it had elongated even more.

  In a teasing mood despite his own needs starting to blur his intentions, Knox placed his fingers on the sensitive skin inside her thighs. For the first time, he heard Josie curse and he laughed.

  Amenable and unwilling to torture her even further, he used his fingers and thumbs to spread her out. Her labia was red and engorged, and it was easy for him to gather her fluids on his fingers before running his lubricated thumb on the underside of her nub.

  At the contact, Josie bowed, which produced an amazing effect on his cock. Damn, he wanted to come now, but not before her. With her.

  Using all his skill, he manipulated her clit and labia, causing her hips to grind on him until the sensation made him start to push back.

  “Tell me when you’re about to come, Josie. I want to empty myself inside you when it happens.”

  She opened her mouth to say something, but words were incomprehensible. Only noises came from her as her eyes lost their focus.

  The noise of wet skin slapping wet skin, grunts and groans filled the small cubicle. Knox was about to lose control when Josie screamed.

  “I’m coming, oh God. Knox, don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.”

  At her endless litany, and the sudden spasming of her slick sheath, milking him like an iron fist, he finally succumbed to his own pleasure, his hips pistoning into her at increasing speed.

  As his orgasm took control over him, Knox released her and grabbed her hips to pull her hard against him, making her cry out over and over again. In the back of his mind, he knew she was orgasming again, but he was lost in a storm of his own.

  Lost in ecstasy, Knox felt like a dam had burst inside his loins, but also in his chest. His body cradled Josie as it jerked from the wave of pleasure. He realized then he’d almost lost her because he’d been afraid and a fool. He would never make the same mistake again.

  He buried his nose in her wet hair knowing he had a decision to make because he wouldn’t get another chance. The choice was scary, crazy, but obvious. “I love you, Josie. Don’t leave me. Stay with me.”

  The words were out, it was a vow he’d never break. If she let him, he’d take care of and protect this woman whatever it took, whatever the cost. In that instant, he had a new purpose in life. No one or nothing could make him go back to being a traitor again.

  Ever so slowly, Josie pushed herself upright so she could look at him. Her delicate fingers traced his face, caressed his beard, and Knox swallowed hard, waiting for a response.

  “Don’t ever push me away again, Spencer Knox. This is your only chance with me.”

  “Never, baby. Never.”

  “And I have one condition.”

  Ready for anything, ready to give her the moon every single day and night, he waited for her demand.

  “Can we do it again? In the shower?” Her wicked smile made him grin in return.

  Unable to resist her mouth, he kissed her and silently promised he would do whatever he could to always keep that smile on her face, for as long as she lived.

  Epilogue

  Six months later…

  Finally closing the door behind her, Josie sighed. The day had been long, so long, although she didn’t regret all the hard work at the bakery. Tony mainly worked on the bread, which required him to be there early morning, and she prepared the pastries, which allowed her to finish about the same time as Spencer did at the shop.

  It was an amazing routine she enjoyed and never thought she’d have. Another bonus was Ken had seemingly disappeared for good. Gage had told her when he’d returned that night he’d scared him off, but she knew better. It was obvious now the three silhouettes she’d seen through the snow were Knox, Gage, and Kenneth.

  The darkness in her friend’s eyes told her more of what happened than his words had, but she wouldn’t ask questions. She’d never wished Kenneth harm until that night, but he’d turned dangerous, and she didn’t want to keep looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life. Gage had brought her a bunch of stuff he’d said Ken had left behind including the divorce papers. It was proof the men had taken care of him somehow. She was free now, in every possible aspect of her life.

  August was beautiful with the slowly setting sun behind the mountains and she enjoyed the evening breeze blowing at the skirt of her dress as she walked from the bakery toward Spencer’s shop. Business was steady and strong, even if Gage had to be replaced a couple of months back. Something had changed in him after that fateful night in the snow. Spencer said she was imagining things, but Josie had noticed a void, a loneliness behind his cheerful façade. Her heart t
ightened for the man. She couldn’t continue having a relationship with the two men like she’d been. It wasn’t who she was, but she hoped that whatever he was searching for, Gage found it. They’d had updates from him via Locke, but nothing in the past month. Josie prayed he was all right.

  Landston had enjoyed a perfect summer, at least she thought so. When work was light, she and Spencer had relished in late mornings and early nights, strolls by the lake, and skinny dipping.

  Nothing could appease her tormented heart like Spencer did. Things weren’t always perfect between them—with his temper and her own scars—but they got better at navigating each other as they learned more and more about each other’s bodies and minds.

  Josie felt her cheeks heat at Spencer’s imagination and appetites. Ever so slowly, he’d worked at her boundaries, making their lovemaking sometimes soft and easy, but mostly savage and intense. No doubt, he had other tricks up his sleeve, but she was up to the challenge.

  Tom and Marvin passed her and waved, and that meant Spencer was on his way out too. The front entrance was already locked, so she walked around the back and pushed the door open.

  It was dark with only a few lights on here and there. Spencer must be closing up, or maybe he was in his office.

  His office was empty when she got there. “Spencer? It’s me. Where are you?”

  Frowning, she dropped her bag and went to check the front desk. Georgia had returned and taken back the helm, to Josie’s great relief. Spencer needed someone trustworthy and the woman’s presence was ideal. Georgia was gone for the night it seemed and there was nobody there. Maybe Spencer had already left. She couldn’t remember if his truck was still outside, but not locking his door was so unlike him.

  Worry started to snake in when she heard a loud bang from the back of the shop. “Spencer?”

  She could never remember where the light switches were, so Josie carefully made her way through the shadows and darkness, trying not to bump into anything. There was a car there, a rebuild she remembered from the day before, waiting to be repainted. Rounding the hood, she was about to call for Spencer again when something, or more accurately somebody, plastered her against the car’s cold hood. Panic overtook her, and she screamed for Spencer, hoping he was all right and hadn’t been killed by this unknown attacker.