“Let’s see.” His smile contagious as I smiled back. “I don’t like cucumbers.”
“Really insightful,” I teased, bumping my shoulder into him.
“The color purple makes me break out in hives.”
“What?” I laughed. “Sounds like you are mental.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “Your turn.” Flirting with Knox was fun.
“I believe in Vampires.”
“Oh really,” he laughed.
“Yep. I have slept with the blankets up to my neck every night since I was a kid.”
“Why?” he chuckled.
“Because when I was a little kid I watched Dracula, and not a corny one, the legit Bram Stoker’s Dracula. And it scared the hell out of me. I was like eight or something and I thought Dracula would come into my room and bite my neck as I slept so I used to bunch the covers around my neck so he couldn’t get me. Well fifteen years later and I still sleep like that.”
“And I’m mental,” he taunted. “Sounds more like irrational fear. You know, the kind where you don’t know how it started but it is so ingrained and runs so deep that you can’t help but hold onto it for fear of losing yourself to it.”
“Wow,” I said, turning to really look at him.
“What?” Knox was surveying the room and still had not looked at me.
“That was deep.” His eyes shot to mine.
“Not half as deep as I want to be in you,” he growled as he took one slow, stalking step towards me.
“Oh. My. God,” I yelped, taking a step back from him. “Are you serious right now?” His constant need to push sex was driving me bat-shit crazy.
“As a heart attack.” Another step from him and a back step from me.
“You need to stop,” I lamely warned. I could not decide if I wanted him to stop talking or stop stalking. Another step. His intense need for me shone through his multicolored eyes.
“Stop?” Another step indicated he was doing anything but. “I am only getting started.” My whole body flushed portraying how his words affected me and that pissed me off. Finally! The defiance I felt against him, my father, and this club came roaring to life.
“Fuck you!” I seethed as I turned to walk away. His arm snaked around my waist pulling me against him.
“Finally, we are on the same page,” he growled in my ear. “Special K is ready to play.”
Knox named his dick. “You named your dick?” This man infuriated me like no other. I bucked against his hold. A sound like nothing I ever heard escaped from my throat as he pumped his hips against me. My eyes closed and my breath stalled in my lungs when he did it again. Why did it feel so good whenever he touched me? Another pump and his stiffness pressed against my lower back.
“KNOX,” boomed across the room. His hips stilled and the steel band around my waist loosened as I looked up and saw Colton staring at us.
Knox buried his head in my hair. His lips brushed my neck as he whispered, “When I am as deep as I want to be inside of you PRINCESS, you will finally know that you are MINE inside and out.” With those parting words, Knox immediately released me. I instantly missed his heat, his body pressed to mine. This reaction shocked me. I turned to find him right as he disappeared outside.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dylan
“Got a long list of ex-lovers. They'll tell you I'm insane. Cause you know I love the players. And you love the game.” I belted out Taylor Swift’s Blank Space. My new fave as I folded some of the t-shirts and shorts that Emma had given me. She was pretty cool and I was happy that she and her twin danced with us yesterday. The women asked to do it again today, but I was glad I told them I needed to skip a day. I was beyond sore from just that little bit of bumping and grinding. I could not even imagine how I would feel if I would have taught them to twerk.
I was half stretching and dancing in place when thick arms wrapped around my waist dragging me into a hard body and even harder erection.
“You got a long list princess?” Knox’s voice was as gruff as his fingers were soft, running them up my arm to push my hair out of his way. His lips a whisper against my neck as he waited for my answer.
“No,” I breathed. Goose bumps exploded across my skin. My nipples hardened as he began to sway with me. I pressed back against him, admitting to myself that I had missed the feel of him last night in bed.
“How many?” He asked, grinding into my ass.
“Does it matter?” I wanted to talk about anything but this, like where he was last night.
“Did any of them?”
“I thought one did, but I was wrong.” And that was the truth. Sam was my best friend and I thought sex would make us more, but instead it made us an impossibility. He wanted something I could not give . . . me. I would never belong to anyone.
“What were you wrong about?” Our hips still in time with the music.
“I thought sex would change everything, but it didn’t. It only made it more complicated.” Knox kissed my neck, right at my spine. I shivered in response.
“And now?”
I was so lost in his touch that I could not follow his train of thought. “Now what?”
“Would sex complicate things for you?” Another thing about Knox that turned me on, he got straight to the point when he wanted to know something. No games!
“Yes,” I moaned as he palmed my breast.
“You sure?” I hesitated. My resolve to stay strong melting away with his touch.
Turning me in his arms, Knox’s mouth slammed into mine. Like a bitch in heat, I rubbed up against him trying to gain friction where I needed it most.
He invaded all my senses. Knox was everywhere. His taste exploded in my mouth as his tongue invaded when I moaned again. The open air and masculine scent that was all Knox surrounded me as his body pressed against mine. I heard a groan deep in his chest when he squeezed my ass, bringing me flush against him. Taking a step back we both gasped for air as my eyes found his to see a prism of desire staring back at me from his hypnotic eyes.
Not able to wait any longer, I grabbed Knox and climbed up his muscular body like a monkey in a tree until my legs wrapped around his waist and I hung my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth back to mine. Our kiss turned primal as we clawed at each other’s clothes.
“I want you,” he panted as he rained kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. He carried me to the bed, placing my butt on the edge as he hung over top of me.
“Then have me.” I encouraged him by squeezing him tighter with my legs.
HE PAUSED! Resolve replaced the hunger in his eyes as he tossed me on the bed. Knox made quick work of my clothes, before his body covered mine as he kissed my lips then slowly moved down my body.
Knox stopped at my belly button as he swirled his tongue around it. “You still leaving?” It was a question this time. In my hesitation, hope flared in his multicolored eyes making them glow from the inside out.
“I am.” My voice thick with desire and frustration that he was bringing this up now.
“Why?” Desire and a hint of anger evident in his voice. “Tell me damn it, because I know you want me as much as I want you.” To prove it, he ran a finger through my folds, then another drenching them with my desire before running those same fingers across the lips. His tongue followed the path of his fingers. I tried to kiss him, but Knox was too fast as he kissed his way back down my body.
My “grrrr” turned into an “ahhhh” as his tongue explored my folds and played with my clit.
“Please,” I begged as I tried to push his head back down when he started to pull back.
“Tell me,” he panted. His breaths sawed in and out of his body, further teasing my sensitive lips and throbbing core.
“I want you. Please,” I whimpered.
“You have me, but do you really want me?”
“Yes,” I cried as I thrust my hips pushing his fingers in and out of me. “Just you.”
“The club?”
“Noooo,”
I whined. I could not take it any longer. I pushed my hand between his mouth and my body, hoping to relieve the craving he started in my body.
Knox brushed my hand aside. Spearing me with his eyes, his mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked hard. My hips bucked as he added one finger, then a second setting a frantic pace that was driving me closer and closer to the edge. I was strung so tight and his ravenous pace only stretched me further until I exploded crying out his name. It felt like I was floating through time as sparks flew through my body and across my vision.
“It is one and the same.” Knox said, pulling me back to the here and now. “Me and this club go hand-in-hand.” My thoughts were in disarray as I made eye contact with him. He had moved to stand next to the bed. His desire for me so evident in the thick cock that strained against his jeans.
“But I don’t want the club.” It was the truth. Wasn’t it? Why was I second guessing myself? The orgasm was good but it was not that good, or was it something or someone else making me second guess?
Knox . . . my mind echoed.
“Then you don’t really want me.” Knox turned to leave. He was leaving?
“Wait,” spilled from my lips, halting him in his tracks. I scrambled out of bed and walked to stand in front of him. Unbuttoning his jeans, I said, “Let me take care of you,” as I got down on my knees.
Knox
Every man’s fantasy was on her knees looking up at me with big, round, gray eyes. Dylan was salivating for my cock and I wanted to give it to her so fucking bad; to show her who the fuck she belonged to. I would brand her with my cock, plant my seed so deep down her throat that she would taste me for days. Any other woman and I would have grabbed her hair and fed her every fucking inch, but this was not every other woman. This was my woman. MINE! Even if she denied it at every turn.
“Say you’re mine.” I fisted her hair, forcing her eyes to look at me. She fought against my hold to shake her head no. “Then I’m not yours to take care of.” Even on her knees angry with me, she was a sight to behold and it enraged me to think of any other man seeing her like this.
“But someone else will?” she gritted out. A spark of jealousy flared in her eyes. “Like last night?”
“It shouldn’t matter to you,” I pressed.
“I know,” she bit back. It angered her to say it aloud. “But it does. Where were you last night?”
“Does it matter?” I needed to know if it did.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Then what does that tell you?” I demanded getting sick and tired of this game we had started without even realizing it. My cock raged as I tucked myself back in before pulling Dylan to her feet. “Say you’re mine.” I silently willed her to do it as I looked directly into her eyes. Storm clouds had once again gathered letting me know she was going to put up a fight. The slightest head shake told me all I needed to know.
“After all of this and you still won’t say it. Fuck! Then you really don’t want me.” I took a step back from her.
“You’re wrong,” argued Dylan. “I want the man standing in front of me right now. The one who saved me from my worst nightmare, and still saves me every night from reliving them. I want to wake up in the safety of your arms every morning. I want to see where this could go.”
“And what about Colton and Wesson? What about Logan and Cam? Don’t you want to see what happens with them as well?”
“No,” uttered Dylan. Liar!
“You can’t even see what is right in front of your face.”
“Oh, you think you know me just because you went all caped crusader on my ass? You know nothing.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “I don’t know you all that well, but I sure as hell know who you are acting like.”
“Oh yeah. Who?”
“From everything I have heard you are acting just like your mother.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Why? Because I am telling the truth?”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know she was offered this family on a silver fucking platter and in the end she fucked it over and then walked away, just like you are planning to do.”
“What?” How could he know about the Night Demons? Could I even do that now? Even if it was for my own mother?
“Once this shit is over, and it will be very soon, you are just going to walk out those doors and never look back. JUST. LIKE. HER.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Oh. I’m going. But you need to get this through your stubborn head. You need to accept this,” he said as he thumped his hands against his chest and cut, “and embrace it.” His eyes turned deadly. “Or get the fuck out.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dylan
Who the fuck did he think he was? I practically chased him out of the door as he stormed out. Kicking the door for good measure, I turned and stomped into the bathroom, and slammed the door. I stood with my hands braced on the counter, my head hung as I screamed through clenched teeth. I stomped a few more times, before I forced myself to take a few deep breaths; in through the nose, out through the mouth. The words on repeat until I felt my body relax. When I opened my eyes I was caught by surprise at what I saw in the mirror for a brief moment . . . my mother. She was right there staring back at me, but with gray eyes and red streaks in her hair. Running both hands through my hair, I started to pace. Damn it! Knox was starting to rub off on me.
I felt caged in misery of my own making. I isolated the only person who was coming to mean something to me. But wait! That was not true. Colton meant something to me and Wesson in his own way. Even Logan and Cam were becoming my friends. Tank was as scary as hell, but at the same time I felt like he would always stand between me and a threat like he did yesterday. I wanted to get to know Emma, so she counted as well. Her twin seemed fun, as did the hippy Heart that I also met.
What was happening to me? I went from swearing that I would get the hell away from here to making friends and caring about those around me. I’m an idiot! Knox was right. I could not even see what was right in front of my face. I needed to come clean and really tell them what got me here, and I prayed that it was not too late. I needed clothes and I needed to hurry.
I swung open the bathroom door and gasped in surprise to find Knox standing before me with his hands on each side of the door. His body taut with tension, his head bowed as he continued to take deep breaths. Just like what I had done in the bathroom to calm myself down. My hand twitched to touch him, but I held back waiting to see what he would do.
Without warning his arm slid around my waist hauling me into him. His scent overwhelmed me as his body enveloped mine. Finding my ear, he whispered, “You are not your mother. I should not have said that. You just drive me so fucking crazy.” Knox hugged me tighter, grinding his rock hard erection into me, showing me with his body the truth of his words.
“Please,” I begged as my hands glided down his chest to his jeans. “Let’s finish what we started.”
Knox
Who the fuck did she think she was? Talking about leaving like we meant shit to her. God, she pissed me off. I thought she really saw me, but I was obviously wrong if she thought she could have me and not the club. I stormed back into the room to find it empty. Dylan’s muffled screams came from the bathroom. Rushing over, I was about to open the door when I heard it again. Her next words stopped me as she recited, “in through the nose, out through the mouth.” I followed her advice as I clung to the doorframe, hoping it would stop me from ripping the door off the hinges and showing her what it meant to be mine.
I hung my head as I tried to rid the tension that was riding my body, but my muscles stayed as hard as my cock. I could still smell her desire as I took another deep breath and taste her as I licked my lips. My blood throbbed in time with my cock, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep within my princess.
The door was thrown open in the next instant. I heard Dylan’s surprise at the gasp she let escape at seeing me ther
e. I reached out and grabbed her a second later, needing to feel her soft curves against me. Her nakedness only fueled the fire I felt pulsing in my veins. I felt like a prick for throwing her mother in her face, but she needed to stop pushing the club away. “You are not your mother. I should not have said that,” I admitted. “You just drive me so fucking crazy.” I pulled her tighter to me as I pressed against her. If Dylan did not know before she knew now how much she affected me.
“Please,” was all she said as she ran her hands down my chest to the button of my jeans. “Let’s finish what we started.” I nodded, knowing that I just sealed both of our fates. Once this happened there would be no going back. Telling her before this went any further was probably the right thing to do, but I was wound too tight to think past her warm, wet pussy and my rock hard cock getting intimately acquainted.
“Take what you want.” I already knew what that was from the way she was licking her lips and whimpering. She dropped her eyes as her hand outlined my stiff cock.
“Take it out.” Dylan obeyed as she eagerly pulled me out. My dick twitched as her slightly cold hands encircled it. “That’s a good princess.” Her gaze tracked my cock as she pumped me with her fist. Gracefully she knelt before me as her hands continued their punishing rhythm. She looked like a fallen angel, all creamy skin and innocence haloed by her dark hair. My head fell back and I groaned as her tongue swirled around my tip. It felt so fucking good. I looked back at Dylan watching her progress as her tongue licked me like an ice cream cone.
“Eyes,” I demanded. Her eyes shot to mine. I nudged my hips forward, pushing my cock against her lips. On a sigh, her lips engulfed me, taking me deep into her wet mouth with each thrust. My other hand found the back of her neck as I pushed up into her mouth, making her take me deeper. Dylan’s mouth opened wider to take more and more of me until I hit the back of her throat.
“Eyes,” I repeated. The clouds in her eyes from earlier were replaced with lust as they connected with mine. “That’s it princess. Fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours.” My words encouraged her as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked me harder, deep throating every time. When I felt my balls getting too tight, I pulled out of her, lifting her to her feet. Our lips crashed together before I spun Dylan around and bent her in half. I smacked her ass as I aligned myself to her entrance, feeling her wetness with the tip of my dick.
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