Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Knox got to his feet.

  “Know what, She-bitch?” Roxy started, grabbing her purse and opening it. She took the keys out. “Let me tell you something to really flip your lid. I’m not Knox’s age. I’m ten years older.”

  Knox blocked her pathway. “Roxy, don’t leave.”

  “I’m sure the fuck not staying.”

  “Let her go, son. You have a thriving private investigative firm. Aren’t you working on a new case with some club that’ll bring you prominence and accolades when you bring them down?”

  “Jesus, Mom, would you shut up?”

  Roxy stared at Knox, unsure if she was happy to have his lying bullshit uncovered or not. She’d known all along why he was chasing her. Having it confirmed pissed her off.

  “I can explain, Roxanne,” he said hurriedly, desperation creeping into his eyes.

  Calm settled over her. She picked up her half-full water glass and dumped it over his head. “Fuck you,” she spat and stormed off.

  Dripping water, brimming with embarrassment over his parents’ behavior and frustration at his mother’s big mouth, Knox rushed behind Roxy. He hadn’t invited her there to have her feelings hurt. He could only imagine someone had called about the scene Roxy caused at J’s Restaurant with her friend, Jordan. Of course, it was strictly coincidence that had brought the women to his mother’s upscale place. Lucky for him, Roxy hadn’t picked up on the way Milton, the waiter, had jumped to Knox’s bidding.

  Knox should’ve thought about that before he’d extended the invitation to Roxy to join him for dinner. Her reputation had preceded her and, as a result, his parents had humiliated her with shoddy treatment.

  Before she’d disgraced herself by losing her temper.

  He found her just as she reached the grande dining room.

  “Wait,” he called.

  “Fuck you. Fuck off,” she threw over her shoulder.

  As she opened the door, Knox laid his hand against it and slammed it closed. Fury wafted from her. He knew he had one chance to explain. If he let her leave without convincing her to keep quiet, she’d run to Outlaw.

  “Listen to me,” he whispered.

  “You have nothing to say that I’m interested in hearing, motherfucker. You’re a private investigator. Hired by who? Charlotte? Brooks?”

  “Brooks isn’t involved in this.”

  She laid her hands on his chest and began to feel him up. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing the wire. He hadn’t felt the need to do so tonight. Besides, he was hoping to lay her and he had to convince her with more tact and finesse than he’d exhibited the last time.

  “If you’re not wearing a wire, then the clubhouse must be tapped.”

  Knox hadn’t found the opportunity to bug the place.

  “Nothing’s wired.” He raised his hand. “I swear.”

  She didn’t believe him. He saw it in her eyes.

  “Then how the fuck you’re gathering information?”

  “I can explain.” He stroked her cheek, then bent and pressed his lips against hers. “I was sent to look through files and find an illegal deal that could be used to force Outlaw into helping the law partners get their firm back in order.”

  Genuine confusion lit her eyes. “Why would he do that? And what law partners?”

  “Brooks’ partners,” he admitted, thinking of the bogus story as he went along. “And he’d do it because he’s responsible for the destruction.”

  “Really? How do you figure that?”

  “I know he is,” he said tightly. Based on Charlotte’s account of what happened, anyway.

  “That’s not what it sounded like to me. Your mama insinuated that you were trying to bring the club down.”

  “My mother is overly dramatic, but she is my mother. I’d thank you not to cuss at her.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m never talking to that bitch again.”

  Knox gritted his teeth.

  “Would you move the fuck out of the way? I’m ready to leave.”

  “Don’t tell Outlaw this. Please,” he begged. “Before he figures out why I’m there, I’ll gather what I need to know and be on my way.”

  Roxy cocked her head to the side. “What makes you think he doesn’t already know what you’re doing?”

  “He doesn’t,” Knox said with confidence. “I’m too smart for the likes of him.”

  “You know what? I should’ve known by that bullshit you came from an uppity family. Underestimate that man if you want to, but I suggest you re-evaluate your attitude. It’s as fucked up as they come.”

  “Roxy.” Knox dropped his voice to a low rumble. “If you tell Outlaw, he’ll bar me from the club. I want to get to know you better. That won’t happen if they think I’m betraying them. You’ll be in a position of having to choose between seeing me or siding with them. Don’t you want to see where what’s developing between us can go?”

  She looked at him through her lashes, and then offered a slow nod.

  Knox kissed the side of her lip, too tempted not to. “Keep what you’ve discovered between us,” he coaxed, wanting her so overcome with lust for him that she couldn’t see straight. She definitely wouldn’t question what motivated him to run behind her. It wasn’t her wide-set expressive eyes or her plump mouth. Nor was it her smooth-as-satin caramel skin that he longed to taste. “Meet me at my place for a drink. Please? Let me make this up to you.”

  “How?” she said primly.

  He grinned. “I have my ways.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “One drink,” he said again.

  “One drink,” she echoed in agreement.

  Settling his hands at her waist, he drew her forward and kissed her lips again. “Did I mention how lovely you look tonight?”

  She offered him a half-smile. “No, but you’re forgiven.”

  “Thank you, sweetheart. My family is nowhere near as cool as yours.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Family’s important. Most folks will go to great lengths to protect the people they love.”

  He bent and kissed her again. “Yes,” he agreed. “Your statement just proves you understand the necessity of my investigation.”

  She gave him an incredulous look, then shook her head, and squeezed the bridge of her nose.

  “I hope your ex-wife is smart enough to give your son a chance at having a brain in his head because you sure the fuck are one stupid motherfucker.”

  He was going to make her eat those words. Very soon, Knox would show her just how smart he was. Tonight, though, he intended to get her on his side once and for all, by getting her into his bed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Roxy stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Knox awaited her in his living room. She’d beat him to his place by twenty minutes. When he’d opened the door to let them in, she’d excused herself. She’d really had to pee, but she’d also needed a moment to collect herself. Talk to herself.

  After handing her all the bullshit about why he was doing his spying, he’d invited her back to his place to fuck her. She’d be a lying bitch if she said she didn’t want him. She was attracted to him. The circumstances just galled the fuck out of her. Besides, Knox thought he was getting over on her. That she’d be so enamored of his dick, she’d rat out her own family.

  Worse, she had to allow him to think that until she talked to Outlaw, so if she gave Knox pussy what would that mean? That she was as much a hypocritical motherfucker as his ass? Or that she was putting the brakes on her investigation for the evening for the attention of a man?

  Maybe, a little of both. This could be a reward for all she’d learned through the big-mouthed She-bitch.

  She smacked her lips together and grinned. Dick as a reward. Any fucking excuse was better than admitting she liked Knox, with his Dick-Tracy-Wannabe-Ass.

  On the other hand, he’d been genuinely concerned about her and Jordan. He and his friend had escorted them to their cars, when they could’ve left them to their own devices. That hadn’t been part o
f his investigation.

  Why would he risk his life on behalf of women he hardly knew just to keep his cover? If Sulley had deadened Knox’s ass, the motherfucker couldn’t do shit.

  Knox and Cam had been unarmed and still stuck by their side.

  Even inviting her to have dinner with He-Bitch and She-Bitch had been a move he hadn’t needed to make, all in the sake of work. Unlike when she’d invited Knox to join them so Outlaw could scope him out, Roxy meeting Knox’s parents had no bearings on anything. He’d done it simply because…

  Stop, Roxy.

  Maybe, he did like her, but the motherfucker was also trying to win points with her. Soften her ass up to get her to talk.

  If she wanted to sleep with him, she needed to stop justifying her reasons and just fucking do it. As long as she knew he wanted to dicknotize her, she could stay focused.

  “Roxanne, are you okay?”

  “Fine,” she called, testing her wig. She slid it back, allowing the wig cap to peep out, before setting her curls back in place. Would it slip during sex? Suppose he wanted to pull her hair? He’d snatch her fucking wig right off.

  “It’s just fucking hair, Roxy,” she whispered to her reflection. “If the motherfucker can get his dick up under false pretenses, then he can get it the fuck up if I don’t have hair.”

  Biting down on her lip, she closed her eyes and whipped the wig off and then the cap. When she looked at herself again, she saw the same face with a lot less hair.

  “Fuck, girl, since when have you become so shallow?” She smoothed her hair down. “The hair doesn’t make you. You make the hair.”

  Laying the wig on the bathroom vanity, she drew in a deep breath, then turned and opened the door. It relieved her not to find Knox lurking. To buy more time, she unbuckled her heeled sandals, sighing in relief at being on level ground again. The motherfuckers were high with thin heels that gave absolutely no back and leg support.

  Having nothing else to remove, Roxy stiffened her backbone, held her head high, and sailed into the living room. The moment Knox caught sight of her, his eyes widened.

  “Wow,” he said, then cleared his throat. Frowned. And cleared his throat again. “You look…Wow.”

  She scowled to cover her insecurity. She’d forgotten he was a little on the brain-dead side. “Wow, what? Because wow can be any fucking thing. Wow, you look too banging for me to think straight? Or wow you look so fucked up I can’t find another fucking word to express that?”

  At first, her words didn’t seem to register. When they did, his gaze flew to hers and amusement danced in his eyes. “Define banging.”

  “Hot.”

  He stood, closed the short distance between them, and drew her into his arms. “Definitely banging,” he said, skimming his lips along her jaw. “Since you’re so comfortable, I feel as if I’m overdressed.”

  His tie hung loosely around his neck and he’d removed his jacket. Other than that, he was still fully clothed.

  “You disappoint me. You brought me here to fuck and you’re still dressed.”

  “Aren’t you? Other than your shoes and…” Voice trailing off, he looked at her head.

  “My wig?”

  She scowled at his hesitant nod.

  “Listen, Knox. If my short hair is a problem for you, we can end this date now.”

  He brushed his lips over hers. “You’re just as gorgeous with your natural hair as you are with your wig.”

  She glanced away, not wanting to admit how much those words relieved her. How she felt about herself shouldn’t have anything to do with how Knox saw her. She didn’t need a man to validate her.

  Cupping her chin, Knox turned her face to him. “Dare I’ve found another weakness of yours?”

  “Another?”

  He nodded. “You’re sensitive about your cancer. You don’t want to be treated like an invalid.”

  She stiffened. “Who told you that?” Not that it wasn’t true.

  “No one had to tell me anything. I picked up on it.”

  “I’m sensitive about both my cancer and my hair,” she admitted, seeing no reason to lie. He’d guessed anyway.

  He kissed her again. “I admire you so much, Roxanne. It took courage to come out here, no longer hiding behind fake hair. I wouldn’t be worth anything if I didn’t want you because you’ve revealed your true self.”

  Even though he was an arrogant jerk and a low-down dirty dog, he could be so sweet when he wanted to be. She found his extreme conceit a little endearing. No man but one as egotistical as Knox could be so blind to the fact that Johnnie was the only one not on to him.

  “With or without your wigs, your so damn beautiful. So real. I know this sounds corny but I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re frustrating and fascinating. You’ve been to hell and back, and you’re still on your feet. I admire you. More than you’ll ever know.”

  “Careful, Knox,” Roxy whispered, in danger of believing him. “I might forget this isn’t anything but a fling and lose myself in you.”

  He gave her a wolfish grin. “I intend to lose myself in you,” he shot back.

  She laughed and poked his chest. “See? I told you. We’re here to fuck.”

  He paused. Settling his hands on her waist, he stepped back. “What do you mean, sweetheart? I invited you over for a drink.”

  “Oh, please,” she said with a snort. “It’s bad enough you’ve been acting like Sherlock Holmes around this motherfucker and want me to be your Wilson.”

  “Watson,” Knox corrected.

  “Whatever the motherfucker’s name is. You get my point.”

  “I do, but I’m not interested in talking about Holmes or Watson right now.”

  She smirked at him, then stood on her tiptoe and put her arms around his neck. “What can we do then?”

  “Hmm,” he murmured, nipping at her lips. “Let me think.”

  Without warning, he swept her into his arms and ran with her to his bedroom. Excitement rushed through Roxy and she laughed with abandon, feeling young and carefree. He fell onto the bed with her and pulled her into the crook of his arm, covering her mouth with his.

  She eagerly opened to him, mating her tongue with his and tasting him, wanting to devour him. He grunted his approval and found her side zipper, opening it. She assisted him in removing her jumpsuit, leaving her in only a bra and panties.

  Unfastening her bra, he latched onto one of her nipples. Roxy closed her eyes, pretending the nerves in her reconstructed breasts hadn’t been damaged, wishing for the sensation she’d once had.

  Tension seeped into her entire body and a frisson of doubt entered her head. She wanted this with Knox but it wasn’t as if they were great friends with a deep rapport where she could express all her fears and concerns.

  It wasn’t only about his ego, she rushed to reassure herself. She had pride, too. She didn’t want to be seen as defective. To be fair, he knew just what to say to lift her up.

  Her panties slid down her legs and she snapped her eyes open. Lord Jesus. A man hadn’t seen her undressed in years. She’d forgotten how that moment of vulnerability as her body was revealed for the first time felt. Even if her breasts were no longer a little saggy thanks to the reconstructive surgery, all her stretchmarks were gone and she’d continued to shave her pussy clean, liking it bare instead of bushy. Still, while the outside didn’t look her age, the inside would tell on her.

  He slid her legs opened and stared, annoying her. This was hard enough.

  “What?” she snapped, glaring at him. “You’re looking at all the fucking spider webs that have to be cleared from my pussy since it hasn’t been used in so long?”

  “No, babe,” he said gruffly, sliding a finger along her seam. “I’m admiring how delicious your pussy looks.”

  Lowering her lashes, Roxy smiled at his quick answer. His heavy-lidded look made her pussy pulse. He settled between her thighs and chinned her clit, then rubbed a stubbled cheek against it, before turning his mouth against her. He
slid his tongue from the top of her mound to her opening. Up and down he went, adding in his hand, to tongue and finger her.

  Lifting her thighs, she cradled his head between her legs.

  “Knox,” she whispered, skimming her foot along his hip. His trouser-clad hip. Frowning, she pushed him away. “Do you have a super dick?”

  He licked his lips. “What are you talking about now?”

  She tugged his waistband. “One that can fuck through clothes. You’re still dressed.”

  Grinning, he raised himself up and slipped his tie from around his neck, then opened his arms. “Care to do the honors?”

  “My pleasure,” she returned, her voice thick and throaty. Unrecognizable. Sitting up, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, finding a white T-shirt beneath. As she lifted the T-shirt, she kissed his chest, flicking her tongue over one nipple, then the other while he flung the shirt away.

  Knox groaned and stood from the bed, dropping his trousers and boxer briefs. His cock sprang free and Roxy gasped.

  “It’s a wonder you haven’t been bragging,” she said with a short, impressed chuckle.

  “Bragging?” He slid in bed beside her and drew her back into his arms. “I never brag.”

  “My bad.” She kissed the bridge between his neck and shoulder. “You could’ve insinuated.”

  Turning, he half covered her body with his, careful to keep his full weight off her. “I take it my insinuator meets with your approval.”

  “Boy, please,” she said with mock prissiness. “Size isn’t all that matters. It’s the skill in which it’s used.”

  His grin turned wolfish. “I assure you, Miss Roxanne, I started using my insinuator at the ripe old age of sixteen. I’ve had a lot of practice,” he said, before locking lips with her.

  The taste of herself on his mouth heightened her desire. She wrapped her hand around his cock and thumbed the slippery head.

  “Are you only a receiver?” he asked. “Or do you give, too?”

  At his question, Roxy squeezed his cock tip. “I give head,” she said. “When I’m in the mood. If you eat pussy just to get your dick sucked, I suggest you stop going down on women.”