Wild Knight: a bad boy romance novel

by Jaxson Kidman

  He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

  My eyes never left his.

  He started to fuck me, pumping his body in and out of mine until his cock released itself deep inside me. Filling me with his cum. Filling my heart with his love. Filling my eyes with his silent promises of protection.

  It was the second greatest moment of my life, behind giving birth to Kyle.

  I kissed Knight one last time before he left.

  I had the house to myself since Kyle was still sleeping. I made coffee and stood at the kitchen window, looking at the swing set in the yard. What kind of outlaw would buy a house with a swing set?

  “My outlaw,” I whispered.

  He really had been looking for me. Wanting me. Knowing that I was pregnant by him.

  My thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door.

  The last time there was a knock at the door it turned out to be Damon.

  I knew better than to be so stupid and just open the door.

  I had my cellphone and a knife in my hand. Some stay-at-home moms made dinner while their man was at work. Instead of cutting carrots I was mentally try to prepare to cut whoever was at the door.

  The outlaw life.

  I paused at the door and asked, “Who is it?”

  “Just open the door, Priya,” a woman’s voice said.

  The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

  As long as it wasn’t Damon…

  I put the phone and the knife down.

  I slowly opened the door and stopped when I saw who it was.

  “Surprise,” she said to me.

  I stepped back, doing a double take. “Annie?”

  It was Annie.

  Damon’s mother.

  The woman who was supposed to be dead.

  31

  (knight)

  *THEN*

  How the fuck did this happen?

  What a thought to have as I slid Priya’s panties off her legs and dropped them to the floor. She was finally naked. And I had her all to myself.

  I placed her down on the bed in the spare bedroom and things got wild pretty fucking fast.

  But I knew how this all happened. It was years of pent up need between us. Temptation growing stronger than any of us could handle. And the bottom fucking line was that we both wanted it. We wanted each other. We craved each other. We had loved each other from years before.

  It didn’t matter if I was there to protect her. Or that she was supposedly with Damon.

  In this moment, it was just Knight and Priya.

  I pressed my lips to her leg and slowly kissed up her body. I cut to her inner thigh as she lifted her leg and bent it. The sweet smell of her desire was only the preview to the taste. The tip of my tongue flicked against her glistening folds.

  Priya groaned and thrust, grabbing at the back of my head.

  “Fuck, sweetie, you taste so good,” I growled.

  But I wasn’t going this far just to taste her.

  This time, I had to have her.

  I climbed up her body and stood before her, staring down at her naked body. Her right hand clutched the sheets. To me, that was a sign of nervousness. Fuck, it turned me on that she was nervous. She should have been nervous. I had no idea how I’d react when I had her. My wildest urges had been pent up for so long. For so fucking long.

  Her left hand touched her own belly. She softly touched her way up to her left breast. As her fingers moved over her breast, touching her hard nipple, I started to take my jeans off. I couldn't hold back any longer.

  As I stepped out of my jeans, I tore off my shirt.

  I came forward at her, dropping my cock down to her perfect, wet slit, rubbing the head of my cock against her. Her hips thrust, rocking to my touch. I pressed forward, feeling her opening, welcoming me.

  “Knight… it’s so good already,” she moaned.

  I put my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. I pulled away, my nose nudging against her nose. “Fuck, sweetie, you haven’t felt a thing yet.”

  I pressed harder at her.

  She was so tight. So beautiful and tight.

  My shaft had no give to it. I was made how I was made. Her body was made to memorize and stretch for me. I sank inch by inch, her pussy squeezing tight enough that I gritted my teeth and growled. I had waited so long to have her. I couldn’t let myself become a one-pump-cum kind of man.

  I kissed her again and felt her bite my lip.

  I then offered the rest of my cock to her. I pumped forward and sank to the hilt. My body pressed tight against her body. Her body jerked, her back arching as her head rolled back. She let out a whimpering scream.

  My lips eased down to her neck. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m right here with you.”

  Priya grabbed at my head. “Just go. Fuck me, Knight. Fuck me like you’ve dreamed of.”

  I kissed down to her nipple and rolled it between my teeth. I growled as I pulled my cock out of her. I pounded forward, the bed squeaking with its own offering to our soundtrack.

  And that was it.

  I was hooked for life.

  I pumped and thrust at Priya’s beautiful body. I kissed her breasts and up to her neck. I tasted her mouth. I listened to her moans. I stared into her eyes. I pulled away and locked my elbows tight and watched the way her body moved to me fucking her. My eyes scanned down and I saw how wet my cock was because of her sweet cum as it poured from her like an endless river. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up, resting her ankles on my shoulders. I wanted to fuck her in every position I could think of.

  I turned Priya to her side and put one leg up on the bed. She grabbed the sheets and bit at them, yelling with pleasure. I fucked harder, faster, losing myself to her perfect body. She then made a move that sealed the deal. She rolled to her belly, her pussy twisting against my cock. Right then I felt my balls tighten, sending signals that it was time to unleash my cum inside her.

  We weren’t thinking straight even though we hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. No drug could compare to the high of Priya’s body and sweet desire.

  I grabbed her hips and propped her up on her knees. My hands slid to her ass and I held tight. I pushed and pulled, thrusting at her as I rounded the final bend of me fucking her. Her face was buried down in the sheets as she cried out over and over.

  My cock was filled and primed.

  As I thrust forward for the last time, it all occurred to me what we were doing.

  I was inside her… bare.

  My cock spilled into her.

  Priya let out a groan as I pounded forward and held there, keeping our bodies tight, feeling the walls of her pussy squeezing and releasing all my cum inside her.

  I stayed right there, letting her milk me fucking dry.

  She collapsed to the bed and I right next to her. I touched her back, tracing lines down to her ass and right back up. She rolled to her side, spooning that sweet body of hers next to mine.

  I wanted to fall asleep with her like that but I knew I couldn’t.

  I kissed her shoulder at least a hundred times.

  Priya finally turned and looked at me.

  There wasn’t an ounce of regret in her eyes.

  She reached down and grabbed my thick shaft and started to gently jerk me. We kissed and in a matter of minutes I was hard again.

  I climbed back on top of her, still kissing her.

  And I fucked her again.

  That night, we went at it five times in a row.

  One of those times was the time I got her pregnant.

  32

  (knight)

  *NOW*

  I stood at my dining room table and stared at a woman who was supposed to be dead.

  She stared at me as her hands gripped one of my coffee mugs.

  “Cat got your tongue?” she purred at me.

  “You look great for being dead,” I said. “I mean, the last time I saw you, you were being lowered down into the ground.”

  I
looked over at Priya. She looked in complete shock still. The call still rang fresh in my mind as I stood at the table in chapel with the Reap.

  “Uh, Knight… I don’t know how to say this… but Damon’s mother is here. She’s looking for you. And, no, I haven’t been drinking.”

  “You two look at each other in a funny way,” Annie said.

  “Yeah?” I asked. “You rose from the dead to analyze how I look at the woman I love?”

  Annie nodded. “There it is. That word. Love. I always knew it. I could smell it. I could feel it in my blood. Well, that and plenty of cancer and chemo drugs. Right?”

  Annie laughed.

  Nobody else at the table did.

  The novelty to this entire thing had worn off two minutes ago. Now I was getting pissed. I was thinking about my son, upstairs, fast asleep. And the woman sitting at my table was the mother of the enemy. Yeah, I had a lot of it coming since I did steal Damon’s woman. But was Priya really ever his? And did it really matter?

  “Look, if you’re not going to talk…”

  Annie lifted a hand. “Let me be clear about two things. Yes, I am sick. I have cancer. I have treatments. My doctors smile at me and say I need to keep hope. But their eyes never lie to me. I will die from this godforsaken disease. But I am not dead right now.”

  “Well there’s breaking news,” Knox said from behind me.

  “Okay, Annie,” I said. “We get it. You pulled a fast one. You faked your own death.”

  “That I did.”

  “Why?”

  Annie leaned forward. “Now we’re getting to the good part.” She smiled big. Then she reached for Priya’s hand. “I’m going to tell you something. I hate my son.”

  Now she had my full attention again. “Okay.”

  “Anyone who thinks for a second I don’t know what he’s doing is a moron. I built an honest business. A massive corporation.”

  “Honest,” I said. “You stretch the definition of that word, Annie.”

  “As do you,” she said. “You and the Reaper’s Bastards. I’m sure around your table, what you do is for a greater good. I act the same. But I do have limits. Just like you. What Damon has been doing is not good. See, in the beginning it was almost nice to see him accomplishing something. Yeah, the drug trade is risky. But I kept him protected. And the women… I think God did us all a favor when his balls were shot off.”

  Priya choked on a coffee.

  I smiled. “Okay then. Praise the Lord for that.”

  “When Priya said she was pregnant, I had a decision to make. If I spoke out, Damon would have snapped. I’m not an idiot. I said it was a miracle. I fought and figured I had more time to control Damon. But he kept going. He’s moving serious stuff, Knight.” Annie looked at all of us. “He’s infiltrating a cartel. He’s overstepping his boundaries. And he’s going to ruin the company I built. When Priya left, things got worse. So I had to come up with a plan. I had to give Damon power. I had to see the truth. I had to hear it. So I died. And that’s all legit. There’s paperwork and everything. I’m done with the life I lived.”

  “Christ,” I said and finally took a seat. “I knew Damon was a prick…”

  “This isn’t about emotion,” Annie said.

  “Then what is this about?” I asked.

  Annie looked down at her coffee for a moment. Then she met her eyes with mine. “I want you to kill him… I want you to kill my son.”

  I stood back up and walked away.

  “I’m not lying, Knight,” Annie called out. “I can give you all the resources you need. But I need to see him. I need to… end this.”

  I turned and grabbed the back of a chair. “You want to kill your own son?”

  “Don’t you? After what he put poor Priya through?”

  “I saved her,” I said. “Don’t drag family into this.”

  “He forced Priya to cut you out of her life.”

  “I’m sitting right here,” Priya said. “I can speak for myself and what I did.”

  “So you cut Knight out of your life on your own?” Annie asked. “You let him miss all those important moments of your pregnancy?”

  “Shut up,” I growled. I looked at Knox. “Get her to shut up before I do something stupid.”

  “Like what?” Annie asked. “Kill a dead woman? I’m a ghost, Knight. A zombie. I’m going to eat your brains.” Annie snickered.

  I grabbed the chair and threw it. It hit the back of the couch in the living room.

  “Knight,” Priya said. “The baby. Please.”

  I ran right to Annie. I turned her chair. I never would harm a woman…

  “What the hell are you really doing here?”

  “Knight. Damon is back. He killed that man living in your auto garage.”

  “Al?”

  “Yes. I have people watching Damon. I’m so sorry.”

  “You have people watching him? Then you have those people kill him.”

  “No,” Annie said. “I want you to do this. You deserve it.”

  “Deserve… he killed Al. Al had nothing to do with my life.”

  “That’s right. And he’s been pushing dirty dope into town. It’s been bringing eyes to your motorcycle club. He’s been trying to negotiate new building deals. In your town. This is your chance, Knight. You can stop all of this.”

  “What do we get?” I asked.

  “Now you’re asking the right questions. I’ll be honest, Knight. You hurt me for what you did to Priya. But I understand. She would have lived a miserable life with my son. But now you can fix it. Get him, Knight. Then it all goes away.”

  “How do you help in this?” Knox asked.

  I backed away from Annie.

  “There’s a select few who know about me,” she said. “Bring me Damon. My son. I’ll make sure my company steers its eyes to bigger and better opportunities. The only reason we’d go after your town is to pad our balance sheet to show some sense of production. Does this make sense to you?”

  “I need to talk to my brothers,” I said.

  “Sure,” Annie said. “It’s your house. And I’m dead. We’ve got nothing but time here.”

  I kissed the top of Priya’s head and walked with Knox and Slam behind me. We went upstairs and into the spare bedroom where Priya had bought all the baby stuff for Kyle.

  “This is fucked,” I said.

  “Family,” Knox said. “I’m glad I have none.”

  Slam punched him in the shoulder. “Hey, asshole. You have us.”

  “What do we do?” I asked.

  “Your call, man,” Slam said.

  “He killed Al.”

  “Yeah, he did,” Knox said.

  “He knew it wasn’t me. He did that to send a message. To rattle me. Waiting for the right time to strike. He thinks he’s untouchable now.”

  “So… what do we do?” Slam asked, repeating my question.

  Instead of answering, I pushed by my brothers and exited the room. I went into Kyle’s room and stood there at his crib. The little guy was still fast asleep. A little blanket covering half his tiny body. He had a giant forehead. It made me smile. I was sure his hair would fill in his head or his body would grow into it. He had a button nose, just like Priya. The kind where the very tip of it shined in any light.

  From my left I saw Knox and Slam entering the nursery.

  They stood on each side of me.

  “That’s what it’s all about,” Knox whispered. “The future. The past doesn’t matter anymore, Knight. Just the future.”

  “It’s up to you,” Slam whispered. “We’ll ride any way you want. It’s why you wanted the cut, brother. You wanted to protect your woman. Your baby. I think we all respect that, Knight.”

  “So we’re not taking a vote,” Knox whispered. “Right now, one time only, you have the gavel. You make the final decision here.”

  I stared at my sleeping son. He’d grow into a world of evil. And it wouldn’t be because of me and my outlaw ways. That was just the nature of
the world. But when a fire is burning, you don’t pour fresh gasoline on it and then get mad when the fire won’t go out.

  I reached down and stroked my son’s soft yet gigantic forehead. I smiled again.

  I had my decision. I didn’t look at my brothers when I spoke. My eyes never left my son.

  “We get him,” I said. “But we’re not going to kill him.”

  33

  (priya)

  *THEN*

  I felt a warm sensation between my legs and deep inside my body. I was almost achy. When I stepped out of my bed, I touched my lower belly, bit my lip, and blushed. I never knew sex could be so good. So rough. But so fucking good.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a hot mess. Well, a hot mess of sleep. There was no evidence of sex on my face or in my hair. Then again, elsewhere inside my body…

  Closing my eyes, I thought about the night. Knight hadn’t worn protection. I didn’t take a pill or anything. I had no reason to. First off, Damon rarely came near me in that way. I was merely a woman to hang off his arm when he needed to parade me around and try to prove to people that he was in a good, committed relationship. Second, Damon’s injury prevented him from having kids.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  I touched my lower belly again.

  Rolling the dice once was one thing. But how many times was Knight inside me last night?

  I chased the thoughts away and walked to my door. I had to play everything off as normal and cool. I couldn’t fix myself up because when Damon saw me, he would expect to see me as a sleepy mess. Then he’d make rude comments about my face and hair, making me feel like shit. Then I’d take a shower, make myself up, and face another day of confusion.

  When I walked into the kitchen, Knight was standing there. He had two coffees poured. One in his hand, the other he slid across the marble countertop island toward me.

  “Morning, sweetie,” Knight said.

  My eyes went wide. “Are we…”

  “Still alone,” Knight said. “I’ve been up since five.”

  “Five? Why?”

  “Part of my job. That’s all.”