“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“As a heart attack,” she said with a snicker. “My mother started getting curious when a woman’s name she didn’t recognize popped up on my father’s phone. And like the jealous woman she always was, she got into everything for answers. Looked through his phone. Went through his emails. It was why she was so eager to flush him from our lives.”
“Can you blame her?”
“No. No, I can’t. But unlike you, I haven’t chosen my family yet. I’ve been… wandering around trying to find it. Never planting myself somewhere for very long and never answering more questions than are asked of me. Somedays I feel like I’m running, and other days I feel like I can’t.”
“Monroe, look at me.”
She slowly turned her head to face me, her eyes filled with a deep sadness that made me sick. This woman didn’t deserve the life she had been handed. And the more she talked, the more I understood. I’d picked up a few things from Diesel over the years. Her becoming a lawyer was probably fueled by what happened with her father. She wanted to prevent people from getting swindled like her mother had been.
I rose my hand to her cheek and cupped it, watching at she nuzzled into my touch.
“I’m sorry, Knox,” Monroe said.
“You got nothing to be sorry for,” I said.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you and trying to get you to change into someone you weren’t. It wasn’t my place. I was just your lawyer. Some… woman who got caught up in your eyes. A nice fuck to return you back to the outside world.”
“Cut that shit out. Right now. You know you’re so much more than that. Don’t you?”
Her eyes danced between mine as a choking heat clamped down around my throat.
I ripped her up from her chair and pulled her into my lap. Our lips crashed together as my hands slid my pants down my legs. The nighttime sky blanketed us as her wine glass went crashing to the ground, shattering into tiny little pieces. I could feel her straddling me. Her hands cupping my cheeks as our tongues lapped against one another’s. I pulled my cock out and covered our bodies in her flowing gown, then grinned when I felt her nakedness underneath her clothes.
“Oh, the things you do to me, woman.”
“I’m sorry, Knox. Please forgive me.”
I captured her lips as my cock slid effortlessly into her pussy. On her porch, draped with the twinkling of the stars, she rode my cock in that wrought iron chair. Minimal movements with her lips pressed to mine. My cock throbbing against her walls as her pussy sucked me in deeper. I could feel her arousal dripping along my skin. Searing her mark into me as her scent wafted around my head. I was shivering against her body. Pressing kisses into her clothed breasts as her hands ran through the tendrils of my hair.
My hands snaked up and down her naked thighs, guiding her clipped movements as she moaned into my neck.
Her clit raked across my body. Her nails dug into the leather of my cut. Her lips nipped at my neck as I buried my face into her hair that smelled like lemon and honey. She encompassed me. Understood me in a way no other person had. There was a connection between us that needed to be spoken. Words that were aching to fly off my lips.
My toes curled into my shoes as my cock grew against her walls. She moved along my lap, faster and faster as her breaths came in short pants. I could feel her nipples poking into my chest from behind her gown. I could feel her moans climbing as she pressed deeper into my neck. My arms cloaked her back and my hands grabbed at her ass, rolling her deeper and harder as I approached my end.
I slammed up into her once, jolting her body as my cock began to paint her walls with my come.
Then, it fell from my lips. As easily and as effortlessly as my come dripped from my cock.
“I love you, Monroe. I love you.”
She kissed up my neck, nuzzling her nose against my cheek. Her body trembled with her orgasm as her pussy milked my cock. Her hips stilled and her hands twirled into my brown hair and her lust-hazed eyes connected with mine.
And a small smile spread across her lips.
“I love you too, Knox,” Monroe said. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 22
Monroe
The sun started to peek through the window and I shifted around in bed. My body was sore. Aching and throbbing in places I’d never felt before. My eyes fluttered open as I drew in a deep breath, trying to get my bearings as to where I was.
But the moment my eyes fell on Knox, everything came crashing back to me.
The conversation on the porch. The shattered wine glass. The encounter on his lap.
The words that fell from both of us.
I nuzzled into him mindlessly as I recounted our actions from last night. How he’s effortlessly picked me up and shuffled us back into my apartment. How he’d bent me over the couch and pinned me to my wall. How he devoured my pussy as my toes curled into his back. How messy we’d made my sheets and how wet my bed had become by the time we fell asleep in one another’s arms.
But my body still buzzed for him.
My heart still thundered with want for him.
I placed my lips against his chest and he groaned. Bruised crescent marks where I’d marked him the night before were staring me in the face. I kissed down his chest, my hands playing with the grooves of his abs as he drew in a deep breath.
“Mmm, good mornin’ to you, too.”
The sleep in his voice made his low tones gravelly. Like an eighteen-wheeler coming up a gravel walkway. I slid on top of him and planted kisses down his chest, slithering between his legs. I felt his cock pulsing. His hand came up and curled into the knotted tresses of my hair. He pushed me down to where he wanted me to be, taking command of my body in a way that shivered my entire being.
I wrapped my mouth around his massive cock, taking it all the way back as he groaned.
“Good… fuckin’... mornin’.”
His hips were already rising off the bed. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, pulling him closer to me. My jaw was already sore, trying to adjust to the girth of him. Spit was pooling on his skin as I hollowed out my cheeks. I relaxed and guided him down the back of my throat, holding him there as I nuzzled into the trimmed curls of his body.
I could feel his muscles contracting, ready to explode at a moment’s notice.
A phone rang out into the room and I tried to ignore it. I sucked on Knox’s cock, my eyes fluttering up to him. I watched his eyes whip open as his head turned to the nightstand, watching as the phone lit up.
“Hold on. Hold on, hold on… shit, Monroe. Ugh. Hold on. It’s yours.”
I sighed as I pulled his cock from between my lips, settling my chin against his chiseled stomach. I reached for the phone he was handing me and my eyes widened. Rose was calling. On a Saturday.
Why the hell was she calling me on a weekend?
“This is Monroe.”
“Wherever you are, you need to get into the office.”
“Rose, what’s wrong?” I asked.
Knox sat up in bed as I pulled the comforter around my naked body.
“That RICO case you said you’d keep an eye on. You weren’t doing a very good job. The assistant U.S. attorney is moving forward with it and we need to start preparing. Now.”
“When did you figure this out?” I asked. “I checked on the status of that thing just before dinner last night.”
“It came in early this morning. Around five. You don’t have to look pretty, but you have to be alert. It’ll take us all day to prepare for this thing. And they’re coming down hard.”
“Who else should we be notifying of this?” I asked.
I looked over at Knox as he cocked his head at me.
“No one, for now. But if it gets sticky, I’ll handle notifying the parties involved. Right now, our goal is to make sure they don’t have to get involved. It’s why they pay us the money they do. Now stop wasting time and get in here. Bradley and I are getting in the car now.”
I h
ung up the phone and quickly slid from bed. I could feel Knox’s eyes on me as I ran into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and tried to clean myself down. Between my legs. Underneath my arms. My face. It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t graceful, but things had just gotten serious.
Very, very serious.
“I take it you’re not staying,” Knox said.
I looked up at his reflection in the mirror as he leaned against the doorway. His body was beautiful. He was beautiful. Throbbing muscles and protruding veins and a piercing stare that weakened my knees even now.
“I can’t. Something’s come up at work,” I said.
“Figured as much. Can ya talk about it?”
“Not now, but I figured you would understand that.”
“Yep. But that’s fine. I gotta get back to my club anyway,” he said.
“You heard Rose on the phone, didn’t you?”
Our eyes connected before I whipped around. I still didn’t know what I was doing with him. What I was doing with a criminal who ran with a gang of biker outlaws. So we bonded last night. Over broken families and bullshit fathers. Plenty of people came from broken homes. That didn’t make us one and the same. And yes, I loved him. I don’t know how it happened or when it happened, but it happened. And I was woman enough to own up to that.
But I was a lawyer and he was a criminal. A known criminal. Who I’d met in jail several weeks ago when he was being framed for murder.
At a crime scene he had been at.
“We’re gonna have to draw lines and do… fuck… so much talking,” I said as I pushed past him. “But for now, just… try to not-”
“Get you in trouble? Never, Monroe.”
It was the way he said it that stopped me in my tracks. I slowly looked back at him and watched as his eyes took me in. He walked over to me and took me in his arms, pulling me closely into him.
Then his lips dipped delicately to mine, pressing the softest kiss I could’ve ever imagined against my skin.
“Never,” he said lowly.
“I have to get dressed,” I said with a whisper.
“Such a shame. Your body’s beautiful.”
“I could say the same about yours. And your bruises are almost healed.”
“They’re topical now. No pain,” he said.
“Good,” I said as I patted his chest. “That’s… really good.”
The two of us danced around one another as we got ready to leave. It felt natural to have him there. To get ready with him and rush out the door. I tossed him an apple before I grabbed one for myself, and he chuckled at me as we walked out the door.
“Breakfast?” Knox asked.
“Take it or leave it. Didn’t have time to cook anything.”
“Oh, so you cook, too?”
“Only for those who deserve it,” I said.
Without thinking, I kissed him goodbye when we got down the stairs. I looked up into his eyes, watching as the slightest bit of shock rolled over his face. I didn’t have time to talk about it now. And part of me didn’t want to. Things had been so perfect between the two of us last night and I didn’t want to ruin it with my stupid questions.
“I’ll call you,” Knox said. “When the dust settles.”
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll uh… be waiting?”
“You sure about that?”
“I think?” I asked.
“We can talk about that later. Drive safe.”
“You’re the one on the bike with your entire body exposed. You be careful.”
What I wanted to tell him was that I’d already seen him in one hospital bed, and I couldn’t stomach seeing him in another one.
I watched him ride off into the rising sun before I hopped behind the wheel of my car. I took a bite out of my apple as I raced to the office, my jeans and t-shirt covering the marks Knox had left on my body. My hair was up in a bun and I had my glasses on, and that was the best I could do under the time constraints.
I look one last look in the mirror, making sure all of my marks were covered before I went inside.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Chapter 23
Knox
“Hey, Knox, What’s-”
“Call church, Diesel.”
“Knox. You okay?” Diesel asked.
“Call it. Now. Wherever you are, you need to call church,” I said.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Just do it, damn it!”
I shoved my phone into my pocket and rushed down the highway. I made my way out to the corner of the woods before going off-road. I didn’t want anyone following me, and if they were I wanted it to be as obvious as daylight. I looked around me to see if any cars were anywhere near my bike, but I wove through the canyons just in case. My mind was flooded with worry for Monroe. The deal she’d made with Diego and how he was going to perceive what had happened.
The guys needed to know all about it so we could figure out how to protect ourselves.
I rolled into my usual parking space and took off for the lodge. A dead sprint to get to where the guys were standing. Diesel gave me a hard look before I rushed up the steps, the guys on my heels the entire time.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Grave asked. “We don’t ever have church on Saturdays.”
“Had myself a nice girl last night,” Rock said. “So, this better be good.”
“You weren’t the only one with a girl,” I said. “So, can it.”
“What’s this about?” Diesel asked. “What’s going on, Knox?”
“Wait, you were with a woman?” Mick asked. “Who was she? You don’t ever stay over with the girls you fuck.”
“I was with Monroe,” I said.
The guys fell silent as Diesel’s eyes locked onto my face.
“What?” he asked.
“I was with Monroe last night and this morning and she got a phone call from Rose. Guys, the RICO case is still on,” I said.
“There was a RICO case?” Mick asked.
“What the fuck? What’s the government doing snooping around for?” Brewer asked.
I looked over at Diesel as his gaze hit the floor.
“Guys, I gotta fill you in on something,” Diesel said.
“You didn’t tell them,” I said. “How the fuck could you not tell them?”
“Tell us what?” Rock asked. “Someone open their fucking mouth and speak.”
“I know we’re trying to find out who framed Knox for Blaze’s murder, but we already know the reason he was framed,” Diesel said.
“Which was…?” Mick asked.
“The assistant U.S. attorney was gonna use Knox being in jail as a way to try and build a RICO case against us,” Diesel said.
“And you just… conveniently left that shit out?” Grave asked. “The fuck were you thinking, Diesel?”
“I was thinking it wasn’t important because Knox wasn’t guilty, we had a hell of a lawyer on our side, and even if they did get to Knox he would never roll over on any of us,” Diesel said.
“Monroe ever mention this?” Grave asked. “You know, while you two were screwing around?”
“Don’t get asshurt because I’m screwing our lawyer, Grave. You’ve had that dick in so many holes I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen off. And she mentioned it before, but she also knew they didn’t have anything on me so we stayed away from it. Focused on getting me outta prison first,” I said.
“Is this assistant whatever about to come into town? Do we need to halt the shit we got in the works?” Grave asked.
“I’m more concerned about what information they’ve got that’s bringing them into town,” Mick said.
“That’s a better question, yes,” Rock said. “I could see what I can dig up, but if they’re swooping in, they’ve got something.”
“They should,” Brewer said. “But we all know the fucking government doesn’t always work that way.”
“But if they did have information, how the fuc
k would they have gotten it?” Grave asked.
My eyes rose to Diesel as I held my breath. His eyes stayed with me as the two of us turned the thought over in our head. Should we tell them now? Was this somehow connected? Would someone in our ranks stoop to that kind of level?
I watched Diesel nod his head and I drew in a deep breath.
“We got a problem I think might be linked to all this,” I said.
“We got enough problems to deal with, but thanks,” Grave said.
“Fucker, you need to shut the hell up,” I said. “This is serious. When Blaze was kicking the shit outta me at that damn campfire they were having, he mentioned Canyon.”
The guys stopped and slowly turned towards me. Like they had just seen a ghost.
“What?” Brewer asked flatly.
“Yeah. He mentioned that I looked good on my knees like Canyon. Except when he saw Canyon, she’d be facing away from him,” I said.
“He fucking did what!?” Grave asked. “Holy shit, if that boy wasn’t already dead-”
“Don’t speak ill of the dead,” Diesel said. “It’s bad luck.”
“Fuck luck!” Grave said. “That asshole threatened the life of someone he should’ve never even known about! A ten-year old girl, Diesel!”
“And he’s dead for it,” Diesel said. “By who? No fucking clue. But he’s dead. We know that much.”
“We got a rat in our ranks,” Rock said flatly.
“Holy shit. What if this fucking rat’s selling us out to the government?” Brewer asked.
“It’s possible,” I said with a shrug.
“But the only people who know about Canyon are in this room,” Mick said.
“Exactly,” I said. “Which means we got a serious problem.”
The guys started to look around at one another. I watched all of them slowly put up their guards as Grave reached for his gun. One by one, we all armed ourselves, wary of the person standing next to us.
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