Crushing Knox (Bloody Saints MC Book 4)

by Roxanne Greening

  “Inside me now,” I gasp.

  His lips press against my throat as he places small kisses combined with long teasing licks. It’s honestly driving me crazy!

  Knox’s cock nudges my opening, and I scream out as his cock thrusts inside me in one deep stroke. My head slams back into the door as he continues to pound inside me. I begin to shift as I grind my clit against his hard body.

  Pleasure sparks inside of me as I clench around his dick, which sends him into a frenzy. My body hits the door with every return thrust, echoing around the room.

  “More,” I moan.

  His hips pick up speed, and his thrust becomes longer, deeper, and harder. In and out, he pounds my pussy. My back slides along the painted wood as he powers into me like he can’t get deep enough.

  “Oh god,” I scream as my orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball. It knocks the air from my lungs, and I can see fireworks go off behind my closed eyes. There’s no build-up, it just bowls me over.

  “Fuck!” He shouts as his cum pulses inside of me, filling me up with his warm seed.

  “Baby,” he groans as I clamp down on him again. My head lowers to his shoulder, and my heart pounds in my chest.

  “I love you,” I whisper to him. My voice is hoars, and the silence is deafening. Tears threaten to fill my eyes, but I blink them back. It’s okay, maybe someday he’ll love me too. It’s a lie that keeps me going.

  Chapter 15

  lola

  My excitement for the trip overrides my anger and sadness from last night. Today, I just let the road take me. The ride is long, and the wind’s whipping me. It’s pulling my hair from the loose braid that I put it in. My ass starts to go numb right as we slow down for a pit stop.

  “I need food,” I exclaim.

  Knox nods and grips my thigh for a brief butterfly inducing moment. Every touch, every moment with this man, wraps me up deeper. I watch as he lifts his hand and gives some kind of signal to Zeke.

  I have no idea why Zeke’s with us at first, but Knox explains they always travel in pairs. Safety in numbers.

  My fingers tighten on his abs as we slow and pull into the gas station. Across the street, I can see a little diner. It has a blue metal roof and an old fashioned sign hanging out front. My stomach begins to growl. I need food almost as much as I need him.

  The vibrations from the bike have me all kinds of worked up. I feel almost like I was sitting on a vibrator. Sighing, I take another look at the gas station, and for a brief moment, I contemplate asking Knox to take me to the bathroom that’s accessible outside.

  The thought of him bending me over and fucking me hard has my nipples turning into hard little pebbles. My pussy clenches, and my clit throbs painfully. I quickly decide against it. The bathroom’s probably disgusting and the thought of Zeke knowing what we’re doing makes me blush.

  “Why don’t you go get us a table, baby,” Knox gripes my thigh as he speaks. Sighing in relief and frustration, I climb off the back of his bike and turn towards the restaurant. Suddenly I’m being swung around by a hand on my arm.

  Knox’s lips press gently against mine as my arms wrap around his neck. Heaven, this is what it feels like, what it’s like to be in heaven.

  I may not have his love, but I have all his affection.

  Chapter 16

  Knox

  If that old lady tries to get into my damn pants one more time, I’m going to drag Lola out of here. It’s bad enough she’s sitting across from me and can’t be used as a human shield.

  I watch in horror as the waitress from hell comes strutting over as her hand fluffs her salt and pepper hair. I have no problem with her age, it’s her demeanor and complete lack of giving a shit. My girl is sitting right the fuck across from me, and no way am I fucking cheating on her.

  “Will that be all,” Barb, the forty-something-year old waitress asks with a husky purr.

  A small giggle comes from across the table, and my eyes turn to her. I want to glare at her, but her adorable little pout has me wanting to reach over and kiss her delectable lips.

  Something in me warms, she obviously isn’t concerned with Barbs antics. Sighing, I look at Barb, and I mean really look at her.

  Her salt and pepper hair are pulled into two braids framing her oval face. It makes her grayish-blue eyes stand out. Her full lips pucker into a small pout that doesn’t deter from her all-around good looks. Hell, if I didn’t have Lola in my life, Barb would have won.

  “We’re good,” I sigh, stifling the growl of frustration. Shit, I’ve been hit on before, but this is a whole new level of fucked up. I want to scream, what kind of fresh hell is this?

  Barb’s going for the cute vibe now since the sexy vixen wasn’t working. She’s chewing a piece of gum in her mouth and is currently popping a bubble, giving me heated fuck-me looks.

  I was going to ask Lola how bad she wants to eat. For the first time in my life, I know what a Thanksgiving turkey feels like. With all the heated looks of hunger, it gets as everyone sits there waiting to devour it.

  Thankfully the pancakes she ordered are ready, and as always, proves how intune she is. She quickly eats her food and doesn’t talk in between bites. Lola just keeps eating quickly, which makes me feel a little guilty.

  She’s eating this way for me instead of enjoying her food. Kind of like an inmate on a time schedule. Before I know it, she’s pushing her plate away and takes the last sip of her coffee.

  “I’m ready,” she sighs in both contentment and relief.

  “Thank you,” I say with a smile.

  I turn to the waitress from hell and wave her over.

  “Check,” I shout with a two-finger wave. There’s a gleefulness to my tone as I utter the words quickly.

  To my utter fucking surprise, there’s a phone number written on the top of the receipt. I look at Lola, who’s covering her mouth. There is laughter gleaming in her eyes.

  Sighing, I slap my card on the receipt and put it in the black leather folder. Then I second-guess myself and remove the card. I decide to use cash, and I put in enough to cover the meal and give her some sort of tip.

  I honestly don’t care how much I tip her at this point. I just want to get the fuck out of here and put as many miles between us as possible. I mean, why the hell couldn’t she have hit on Zeke.

  The stupid bastard’s banging his shoulder into me and making his eyebrows dance. I want nothing more than to punch the prick in his face.

  Chapter 17

  lola

  I ask for a quick restroom break in the little diner that poor Knox was a target in. I have a smile on my face that can’t be wiped away. Here’s this attractive lady doing everything she can to get Knox to notice her, and he’s completely focused on me.

  I hear the door opening behind me, and I turn in a brief moment of concern. What if the waitress follows me in here? No, Knox would never allow it. Somewhere deep down, I just know he wouldn’t.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  The look Knox is giving me is absolutely predatory. I feel like I’m being hunted as I take a deep gasping breath and back up against the counter behind me.

  “I fucking need you,” Knox exclaims.

  That’s all he says as he closes the gap between us. I need him too, but this feels different. It feels more, almost like he’s trying to reaffirm that I’m his, and the waitress out there didn’t affect him at all.

  Both of his hands grip the counter on either side of me, caging me in.

  “Turn around and bend over baby,” his voice is deep and husky.

  He doesn’t move. So, I wait for him to step back and give me space, but he doesn’t. The heat in his eyes intensifies, and I realize he wants me to move slowly in his arms.

  Kissing his lips, I slowly turn to face the mirror as my hip brushes his hard cock. I moan at the thought of that thick dick tunneling into my pussy.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, I bend over. Forcing my ass into Knox’s jean-clad dick. Another moan falls from m
y parted lips.

  “Fucking perfect,” Knox whispers.

  His words are full of heat, and they add to my desire. The sound of his zipper lowering makes my clit throb. His hands grip the button on my jeans, and he slides them past my hips. It all adds to my desperate need for him.

  Before I can beg him, he’s lining his hard cock up to my entrance. Then slams inside my sopping wet pussy.

  I’m so wet he slides in all the way in one deep hard thrust. My walls clench around every thick hard inch of him.

  “Oh god,” I cry as he pulls out and slams into me harder. His calloused fingers find my clit as his teeth scrape the nape of my neck.

  “Oh, more,” I demand on my next moan.

  His hips piston into me harder, and faster, and the sound of our flesh connecting echos around the room. Every hard thrust has him hitting my g-spot over and over.

  “Faster,” I cry as my orgasm sends me to heaven. Knox jerks inside of me as he groans while filling me with warmth.

  His lips press against my neck as he slowly pulls out of my clenching pussy. Another moan escapes me. Knox cleans me up as I come down from my orgasmic high.

  Reality begins to intrude on our moment, and my embarrassment slowly rises. I know they heard us out there, and the proof is on Zeke’s smirking face. I want nothing more than to plow my fist him.

  Chapter 18

  lola

  Their clubhouse is almost the same as Knox’s. It has the same style of leather couches, tables, and bar. The clubhouse also has barely-dressed women and a few women wearing leather vests covered in patches. They are the same ones Ronnie and Savanna wear, but the patches are a bit different.

  “Stay with the ladies in the vest, baby, and avoid the ones not wearing them,” Knox tells me.

  I eye the women not wearing any vests and turn to him with an eyebrow raised. I learned that lesson at his clubhouse. They’re sharks in the water looking for blood.

  Knox presses a kiss to my lips, and he directs me towards the bar where one of the women not wearing a vest is serving drinks.

  Again, I eye him giving him the ‘are you kidding me’ look. Seriously, tell me to avoid them, but then not so subtly tell me to go get a drink from one.

  Shaking my head, I walk towards the bar. I’m not afraid of any of them. I know what they are, and I’m not going to let them intimidate me. Savanna says not to show any fear. Ronnie claims that they eat that shit up.

  “Sex on the beach,” I demand, and inside, I wince. I was a total bitch, but I've learned these chicks have serious claws. I need to show mine first.

  “I don’t see a patch, so stop acting like your better than us,” she snarls.

  Sighing, I push my hair back and out of my eyes. “Listen, I’m not wearing one, but I am with one. Not all of them.” It was cold like a slap to the face, and it made me feel horrible.

  I wasn’t the one who made others feel bad. I know that, and yet here I am talking down to this woman that I don’t even know. Maybe she isn’t as bad as the rest, and I’m not giving her a chance to prove it.

  “Listen here, you bitch, if you don’t have a patch on your back, that means you are one of us. And your man,” she pauses for quotation marks with her fingers. “Is doing just fine proving that.” She snickers, and the hair on my neck rises.

  Turning in my seat, I look at Knox and the woman next to him. She’s basically climbing all over him. I wait for him to push her away, but he seems content to just let it happen. Fuck this shit. I walk over to his table, and I smile sweetly as I sit down across from him. Knox just sits there and continues talking to whoever this guy is.

  My eyes go to the guy’s patches, and I search for one, in particular, hoping for some enlightenment. I find it, ‘President,’ and I smile.

  The man is good looking with his shoulder-length dark hair and tattoos disappearing under his shirt.

  The blonde-haired woman climbing on Knox’s lap makes her final move and sits down on him. My blood boils like lava in a pit, heating to the point that it boils over.

  I’ve had it. I can’t take any more of this shit. I know I’m not this type of person, but after everything, I don’t care anymore.

  I can’t take another moment of her wandering hands, and her come hither smile. Standing, I slam my hands on the table hard enough that it shakes. Hell, my palms burn.

  “Listen, Claire,” I begin.

  Her eyes narrow as she sputters, “My name’s not Claire.”

  Zero fucks are given at this point. I keep going as if she hasn’t just rudely interrupted me.

  “Can I call you, Claire?” I ask sweetly.

  She snarls, but I continue. “You know what pisses me off, Claire? You come over here and literally pretend I don’t exist as you crawl all over my man.”

  “I’m not Claire!” The chick yells.

  “You’re Claire to me, and that’s all that matters. Do what you do best, Claire, and find another man to sink those red-tipped talons in.”

  Turning, I look at the rest of the room. “Don’t be a Claire because the next Claire won’t be so lucky. A hot mess will take on a whole new meaning, capisce?”

  No one makes a sound. They’re all looking at Claire in complete shock. Claire, on the other hand, looks ready to slap me.

  “Bring it on, Claire.” My voice is low but strong, and it’s filled with dirty promises. I will wipe the floor with her, and the next one who thinks Knox is fair game.

  I survived my life this far. Claire has nothing on what I’ve been through.

  My phone beeps, and I slowly pull it from my pocket. I swallow hard.

  I’m coming for you.

  At that moment, I know I should’ve told Knox, but I had this false sense of security. With him here, no one can touch me. Life has a way of teaching you that you’re wrong, and this time is no different.

  Chapter 19

  lola

  I remember many things, like going to sleep. I remember my nightmare and deciding to go out to the backyard for some air. I remember the fear as something hit the back of my head. At that moment, I wonder how someone got passed the guards.

  My world spins again, and my stomach heaves. I remember Claire’s gloating face as she drags me through the cold, wet grass, and then Craig lifting me into his arms.

  I lose myself in that moment as fear and pain cause me to heave. It tries to expel my already empty stomach. What’s he going to do?

  The fear of not knowing my fate and the utter loss of Knox weighs me down like a compacter. I’m being crushed under the weight of what-if and should-have.

  The world spins as I lift my throbbing head. How long have I been here? The mattress underneath me groans as I shift my weight.

  My heart freezes in my lungs; oh god, did he hear me? I’m not ready to face him. I close my eyes and let the hot tears stroll down my face.

  Knox has no idea where I am, and I didn’t bother getting dressed before going outside. So, I’m only wearing loose sleep pants and a tank top. Nothing significant and definitely nothing to keep me warm.

  The room has a chill to it, and my skin’s covered in goosebumps. My lips tremble, and my teeth clatter. I’m absolutely freezing.

  My eyes dart around the room. It looks like a guest room that has been hastily stripped of its contents. There’s a dresser black and shiny against the wall near my feet. I can see a few spots that, I guess, once housed art of some sort. A door, I believe, leads to a closet, not that I’m willing to move to check it out.

  My stomach turns sour as bile rises up my throat. I try to fight it and swallow it back. Although, I heave a little in the process. I think this nausea is a result of something else, and not by the pain in my head.

  Something else is going on, and I have my suspicions. It’s the reason why I went outside in the first place.

  I think I may be pregnant. Knox and I have been going at it like bunnies in heat. We’ve not once thought of any type of contraception.

  Then a new fear sets in.
If I am pregnant, I may be in even more trouble than I thought. I need to protect this child at all costs. Mama bear roars her head, even though it’s possible that I’m not in the family way.

  I wasn’t left with my concerns for long. The door starts to creak open, and my mouth turns as dry as the desert.

  “Good, you’re awake,” He says with a creepy smile.

  Chapter 20

  knox

  “Where the fuck is she?” I yell.

  I watch as Savanna covers her ears, but I’m beyond caring. Lola’s missing. I know something happened, she didn’t take any of her clothes. She just vanished, and I know she didn’t leave willingly.

  It’s been two days since she disappeared. Savanna and Weston drove up along with Ronnie and Gage.

  A hand caresses my chest, and I fight the urge to grab it and force it away. “Get the fuck off of me,” I snarl.

  The chick that Lola called Claire has been trying to get into my bed for the last couple of days. I watch as Savanna’s eyes turn into little slits. Her gaze locks on Claire.

  “She wouldn’t have left you, so that means someone took her,” Savanna snaps.

  “There’s no way she was taken from inside this club,” Reyes growls.

  “She didn’t leave here on her own,” Savanna insists.

  “No one would have the balls to take her from this club,” Gage tries to be all diplomatic.

  “Well, then, where the fuck is she?” Ronnie demands.

  I turn to her and give her a half-hearted smile. Again, Claire’s hand reaches for me, and this time Savanna is the one to do something about it. She launches from her chair and grabs Claire’s arm. She then twists it behind her back.

  “Keep those nasty hands to yourself,” she snarls at the woman.

  Gage starts pacing as Reyes glares at the woman Savanna’s still holding in place.

  “Unless someone helped her along the way. Someone inside our club,” Alanna whispers tearfully. Some of my anger lowers to a simmer. “I need to tell you that I think Lola’s pregnant. She doesn’t need anyone shouting at her, and she doesn’t need the added stress.”