“Yes, please,” I begged. One of his fingers traced across the seam of my panties before he dipped it under the lacy fabric. The back of his finger rubbed over my pedals drawing a moan from my lips. In one quick pull, he ripped the lace from my body. I whimpered as his mouth attacked my swollen folds. He licked through them before turning his attention to my clit. His tongue flicked back and forth as his middle finger pushed into my entrance. Slowly he worked his way into me until he was knuckle deep. Adding a second finger, he began to curve them hitting my center just right. I cried out as the sensation grew to be too much, each pass more aggressive than the last. Faster and faster he drove into me until I came screaming his name again and again.
Still riding the waves of my orgasm, I felt him breach my entrance as his hard penis thrust inside of me. We both groaned as I took him deeper and deeper still. I tilted my hips allowing him the last inch of space within me. The fullness of him within me felt so right as Knox started to pull out and push back in time and time again. Our rhythmic dance growing frantic as we gyrated against each other. His grunts and my moans of pleasure grew louder as we neared our climaxes together. My inner walls clenched around his cock like a vice as my orgasm overtook me. A surge of warmth followed by extreme pleasure ripped through my body.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as I rode the wave of my pleasure as Knox continued to crash into me.
“Never Princess,” he grunted. One, two more thrusts and Knox stilled as he roared his release. Every muscle in his gorgeous body tight as he came. Knox buried his face into my hair as he slowly came down from his own high. “So good Princess,” he murmured as I pulled his body into the cradle of mine, taking more and more of his weight. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, just like I was sure he could feel mine.
“Right back at ya,” I giggled. We both fell silent as our breathing slowed. I did not know how long we stayed there. I could feel myself starting to drift off when Knox gently pulled out of me.
“Let me clean you up,” he whispered as he disappeared into the bathroom. Music still played from his phone as Third Eye Blind’s “How’s It Going To Be” began to play. Another one of my favorites. As I listened to the lyrics, a wave of anxiousness overcame me thinking of what it would be like without Knox, without knowing him. I sat up in bed just as he came out of the bathroom carrying a damp wash cloth. He must have read the distress on my face because he was immediately at my side.
“I got you,” he assured. And I knew that he did. Like really knew . . . deep down in my bones.
“I know.” The smile that lit his face could have competed with the sun for how bright it was. Knox laid a hand on my shoulder, laying me back down as he took the wash cloth and cleaned me from our time together. He tossed it back into the bathroom as he joined me in bed, pulling the covers up and over us.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he said. “Because if I know your brother and your father, they will be knocking on the door first thing in the AM to finish hashing out all the details.”
“Don’t I know it. And I am not looking forward to it.”
“No worries. I got you.” And he did as he aligned us up perfectly, like we were always meant to fit together. “Sleep Princess.” I wiggled around a little bit more until I heard him grunt at me, causing me to giggle again, before I finally settled into his embrace. Sleep came quickly as I let my mind drift off to thoughts of Knox and knowing I would never have to wonder how it was going to be.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dylan
I came awake with a start as my heart pounded in my chest. It was another nightmare, but at least this one did not leave me with images that played like a movie in my mind’s eye. The clock showed three am and I knew sleep was not coming again any time soon. Knox was facing me on his side still sound asleep. Very carefully I crept out of his arms and bed. Grabbing his t-shirt from earlier and my cut-offs, I dressed quickly before tiptoeing out the door.
Soft light from the main room greeted me as I made my way down the hallway and eventually the steps. I snorted as I realized that the soft light was from all the beer signs the club had behind the bar. There were a few people sleeping on the couches and one unlucky person passed out on the bar, but everything was really quiet. I tread softly as I made my way over to the kitchen door. A loud thump sounded on the other side of the door. I quickly stepped through to check what it was when I was greeted with the worst kind of hello.
A woman was sprawled out over the isle in the middle of the kitchen, getting pounded and I mean absolutely pounded, from behind by a big dude. The only light in the room was from the moon outside so I could not make out who anyone was. Thank god! I mumbled an apology as I turned quickly to get the hell out of there. As I exited the door I came face-to-face with Emma.
“Is he in there?” Her voice strained as she fought back tears. “I know he is,” she rushed out. “I have looked everywhere for him. It has to be him. I can hear them fucking from out here.” Emma’s voice rose an octave as she ran her hands through her hair. I could see the tremble in her shoulders and her hands shook as she lowered them. “Why else would he not be in bed at 3 o’clock in the fucking morning.”
“I . . . I don’t know who it is,” I confessed. “It’s dark and I . . . I didn’t see much.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Emma’s voice a frantic whisper as her hands came to cover her mouth. “What am I going to do? He promised this would stop. I can’t . . . I can’t . . . I can’t.”
“Shhhh,” I tried to calm her as I took her in my arms. Right as I was about to say maybe it was not him, Tru fucking walked through the kitchen door with a skanky ass bitch under his arm.
“How could you?” Emma growled. As I turned to face them, Gunner magically appeared out of the shadows to come and stand next to Emma.
“Calm down Emma Rose before you make a scene,” ordered Tru. He still had not released his hold on the sweet butt.
“You are an ass,” Emma seethed.
“That’s all you got,” slurred Tru. He was drunk. Emma was shaking. She was about to explode.
“You promised.”
“I can’t help it you won’t put out. We haven’t had sex in ten fucking months Emma. What do you expect a man to do?”
“How can I have sex with you when you continue to fuck anything that walks?” She asked through clenched teeth. “I’m done Tru. Seriously done.”
“You can’t leave,” he garbled. “You are stuck with my cheating ass whether you like it or not. You’re an old lady FOREVER.”
“Not anymore,” she said as she turned to leave. I gasped as Tru dove after her trying to grab her arm to stop her, but Gunner appeared out of no where. He was too fast as he stepped in to block Emma with his body.
“I don’t think so brother,” Gunner warned. Emma now stood in my arms as I hugged her tight. “You need to go sleep this off before you do something else you’ll regret.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are Gunner?” spat Tru.
“Trigger stop.” Gunner’s voice deadly serious and very scary, but Tru was too far gone to heed his warning.
“You’re not doing this for her. You’re doing it for yourself. You don’t think I see the way you watch my old lady. Eyes only ever on her from the time she walks into the room until she leaves. You don’t think I notice how you are the first to step up and help when there is an injury or anything that would involve my wife. You fucking want her. Every brother knows it.”
“Who wouldn’t you dumb ass? Have you seen your wife? Have you ever really talked to her? She is one of the sexy woman I have her met.”
“You son of a bitch,” roared Tru.
“Stop,” demanded Emma. Gunner turned to look at Emma at the same time Tru took a swing. Gunner reacted so quickly that the drunk swing of Tru just barely brushed him before he turned and tackled Tru. Punch after punch rained down from Gunner as he laid into Tru. Emma screamed as she tried to pull Gunner off.
“Please stop,”
she cried as I rushed over to help. Before I could grab Gunner’s other arm, Knox slid in front of me and pushed Gunner off of Tru.
“Enough,” snarled Knox, pushing both Emma and I behind him. Gunner stood up quickly as his eyes looked around Knox to try and see Emma.
“Emma.” Gunner’s voice a plea as he said her name.
“Donnn youh fukin’ dar,” slurred Tru. “She’s minz.”
“Not for long brother. Not for long,” promised Gunner as his eyes remained on Emma. He dug into his pockets and pulled out keys that he tossed to Knox. “Move her and the boys into my room for now,” he instructed before disappearing out the side door.
Knox pocketed the keys as he went to help Tru. “Let’s get you up.”
“Don’t need any fucking help.” His words as drawn out and sloppy as he was. With the sweet butt as his crutch Tru was led over to a vacant couch. He pretty much fell over and into the seat, passing out on the spot. At least the sweet butt was smart enough to look embarrassed when she made her escape. A sniffle drew my attention back to Emma, who had tears running down her cheeks.
“You poor thing,” I said as I reached back to comfort her.
“What am I going to do?” she cried into my shoulder.
“We are going to move you into Gunner’s room for now. We can talk to Prez in the morning and sort through all this shit, ok?” asked Knox. My heart felt like it could explode with feelings at watching Knox be so sweet to Emma.
“Ok. Let’s do it in the morning. I don’t want to wake the boys.”
“Ok,” Knox and I said together as we led Emma up the stairs and dropped her off in her room.
“Wow. That was pretty intense,” I commented after we were back in our room.
“Definitely,” Knox agreed.
“From the few things that Emma said this obviously isn’t the first time Tru cheated.” I was hoping that Knox would shed some light on what was going on between them.
“You could say that,” was all he said.
“Oh, hello Mr. Talkative, I didn’t know you joined this early morning,” I teased.
“Smart ass. So the short version is they met through her cousin and quickly became best friends. He took her virginity and eventually knocked her up the night he got in as a brother. She was an old lady before the twins were born and about a year after that he made her his wife. Rumors fly around this place, but my understanding was he supported her through nursing school and such, if she supported his biker lifestyle. I know they love each other, but I don’t think they are in love with each other.”
“That sounds so sad. I would never want something like that.” And I meant it. “I could never be with someone who cheated on me.”
“I agree,” Knox said. “But I also can’t see you marrying someone for companionship and help like Emma did. Her family kicked her out of the house when they found out she was pregnant. Her sister left with her. They had nothing, except Tru and what he was offering at the time.”
“Wow, just wow.” I was floored. Emma seemed so well put together, but I guessed that proved people only showed you what they wanted you to see.
“Yep,” replied Knox as he hauled me into his arms. “What were you doing downstairs anyway?”
“Honest to God I was just going to grab a glass of something to drink. I had another nightmare and couldn’t sleep.”
“You should have woken me,” interrupted Knox.
“I don’t always need you to save me from my demons . . . or Night Demons,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I know, but I want to.” Knox placed a soft kiss on my nose. “I like being your knight in shining armor.”
“I like it to,” I admitted. I stood up on my toes as our lips met. “So good,” I cooed and then shrieked as Knox picked me up.
“Good?” He questioned. “Let me show you how GREAT . . . INCREDIBLE I can be.” My laughter turned to moans of pleasure as he made incredible on his promise.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Knox
The last few days have been a blur of activity. First there was the conversation between Wesson, Colton and Dylan. She insisted that I was there for it since she was apprehensive how it would go. I tried to assure her after she told me everything about her involvement with the Night Demons that Wesson and Colton would not see any fault in what she did or hold it against her. Of course I was right and the talk ended with Dylan in tears of happiness with kind words and hugs from Colton and Wesson. Wesson wanted to keep this a secret for now since he did not want the leak telling the Hellhounds or the Demons that the Reapers knew they working together.
Then add in the debacle with trying to move Emma out of Tru’s room. Eventually, after another fist fight between Gunner and Tru, it was decided that Emma would stay where she was and Tru would move out. Her twin boys were in tears and asking her why she was being mean to daddy. Plus the hints that Dylan dropped every day about needing to talk to Sam again. It was a fucking disaster.
All of this just added to the tension that was already brewing in the clubhouse. Although the women did not know about the raid at the end of the week, it was pretty evident that something serious was going on. All the brothers were assigned to some task during the day and heavy look-outs at night. Colton told me that Prez was nervous the leak had given up info on the raid and that the Hellhounds would try to hit us first.
Princess knew not to ask questions, but on several occasions she made it clear that if something went down, I needed to be safe and come back home to her. When I responded that I was not going anywhere but would stay to protect her and the clubhouse, she marched herself down to Prez’s office demanding that I guard their backs. When Prez told her he had no idea what she was talking about, all Dylan said was, “I need all my Reapers to come back safe, and you can only do that if you have trusted brothers watching your backs.” That was all it took for Wesson to switch me back to the field. I took Tru’s place as the Team Two lead as he had become a mess; completely distracted and pretty much worthless after he moved out of his room.
So no matter how tired I was from a long day of planning our attack, I found myself desperate to be dick deep in Dylan. I rejoiced in fucking and relished our lovemaking. It was pure bliss every time her pink pussy took me into her body deeper and deeper. I could think of little else any time we were alone.
Tonight was no different as I went looking for my princess. I knew where to find her as she spent a lot of time dancing in the room with the other women. I might have been busy all day long, but Dylan was making a life for herself inside the clubhouse. She spent most of her time with Emma or the Reed sisters. She even did a dance class with them and the other women as a way to release some of the tension they were all feeling. The brothers were really enjoying those moves as the women continued to put them on display every night as everyone gathered around drinking and trying to forget what faced us at the end of the week.
I stood in the doorway watching as Princess danced alone. She sang along to a pop song. Her body moved to the music so perfectly. It was natural to her like breathing.
“And your sex takes me to paradise,” she sang along. Dylan continued to belt out the lyrics as I took a few steps into the room. She finally saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned towards me. She was wearing a skin-tight tank top and tiny gym shorts that left little to the imagination.
“I never thought I would be jealous of cotton,” I said pointing to her barely there outfit.
“It’s liberating to dance like you’re naked,” she replied. A small quirk of her lips told me she was teasing me.
“Imagine if you were Princess,” I flirted back.
“That can be arranged.” Dylan then shocked the hell out of me as she stripped out of every piece of clothing right there in the middle of the room. The dare in her eyes as intoxicating as the feeling that we could get caught at any moment. My cock nearly exploded at the thought. “Like what you see big boy.” As if the instant stripping was not eno
ugh to provoke, her words had me stalking her. Every step I took, she took one in retreat until she was back up against the wall. The lust swirled in her eyes proving how much she was enjoying this back and forth.
When my body pressed against hers, she let out the deepest sigh. “You are all I think about,” she breathed as I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. The same song started to play again.
“Who is this?” I murmured as I kissed along her jaw.
“Bruno Mars.”
“I like it.” Dylan tipped her head back giving me more access to her neck. “Your sex takes me to paradise. Your sex takes me to paradise,” I sang along with Bruno.
“Show me,” Princess said, repeating my request from a few days earlier.
“Gladly.” I dropped to my knees as I hooked my arms under the inside of her legs, picking her up to sit on my shoulders. “So wet Princess,” I breathed across her core. Not wasting a single second, my tongue speared her. Dylan cried out as I continued to probe her with my tongue again and again. I slid my hand over the top of her thigh right to her bundle of nerves. I circled it with my thumb while Dylan began thrusting her hips wildly against me fucking my face.
“Oh shit,” she moaned. “I’m cuming.” I continued the relentless pace until her hips slowed and then stopped altogether. “I want you NOW Knox.” She slid her legs off my shoulder and I helped her to stand up.
“Then let’s head back to our room.” I turned to grab her clothes, but her words stopped me in my tracks.
“No. Here. Now,” she demanded as she came to stand in front of me and dropped to her knees. “I need to taste you.” Her words stopped any protest I might have given as she unzipped me, taking my hard cock right into her mouth. After a few quick bobs I slipped in and out of her mouth easily as she feasted on my cock. My hands made their way to her face, cupping her jaw as I felt myself starting to lose control. When her own moans hummed along my cock, I looked down to see her eyes closed as her mouth and one of her hands worked me, while the other hand continued to disappear between her legs.
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