Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  “All I’m saying is that if I had a woman who was pregnant, I’d be doing the same damn thing. When you’re a man you want to protect what’s yours. Both. That precious child and the woman who is bearing him. All he wants is to keep them safe, and if ordering her around is doing that – then let him. He only does it because he loves them.”

  I glance back over to Jenna’s dark hazel eyes and she’s smiling, the widest smile I’ve ever seen from her. “What?”

  “You’ve got a pretty big heart Mr. Mysterious.” She giggles again, wrapping her legs around mine. I can feel her pussy rubbing against my cock. Shit, it feels fucking good.

  “Don’t tell the others. I have a reputation to uphold.” I wink at her, and her smile curves against my shoulder as I feel her body coming closer and closer against mine. I feel her soft lips against my neck, feel the warmth of air coming out of her every time she takes a breath. I can’t help but love this feeling, her closeness. I fight with myself. I want to shove her away because I know she deserves someone who is better than me. Yet, I want her glued to my hip. Something about her pulls me to her. I’d be blind not to see it.

  Jenna and I drink beer after beer until she has the bright idea to pull out some Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey. We both have about four shots before I hear her giggling like a cute little hyena. “W-want some water?” she slurs. I can barely make out what she’s saying. Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist, touching the top of her firm ass. I want the water, but I want her closeness more.

  “Da, detka,” I mutter, telling her yes and calling her baby in Russian.

  Her hands wrap around my neck firmly, as she leans in closer. “I love it when you whisper your Russian fuck me words.”

  “Mmmm, khotelos’ by trakhnut’ tebya,” I growl, telling her how much I want to fuck her. I take my hand and slide it slowly up her back until I’m positioned right at the nape of her neck. I move my hand up further and grip her long locks, making a fist and pulling backwards. She makes a soft moan. I see her eyes flash with shock as I bring her mouth closer to mine. “Kiss me, girl”

  Her breathing is ragged as she’s taking in what I want from her. I could very well take the initiative and kiss her myself, but what would be the fun in that? I want to know if she wants me as much as I want her. This will give me my answer.

  “Dmitri,” she whispers softly against my lips, her eyes shooting from mine to my lips and back again. “I want to. I really want to….oh fuck it. Fuck it all.” Jenna’s soft lips crush down over mine with a force stronger than a tsunami. I tighten my grip in her hair as she furthers the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her perfect fucking tits right in my view.

  We kiss, and we kiss. She’s kissing me like I’m water and she’s parched. I’m kissing her like I’ve never kissed another fucking woman in my whole damn life. Our tongues mesh and teeth clank, and just as I’m about to pick her up and take her back to my bedroom we both become distracted.

  “What the FUCK?!” Both of us turn to see Elena furious. She’s at the poker table with Reed and a few of the boys. I’d put 20 bucks on the fact she just lost a round.

  “Lemme get that water,” Jenna mumbles, sliding off of me faster than I can pull her back in my grip. I hate the feeling of her removed from my grasps. It’s as if she belongs there, as if she’s the perfect fit.

  I look around the room, seeing a few people still up. Elena is on Reed’s lap at the poker table, playing with a few of the boys, shaking her head at whatever play was just made. Some of the club whores are sitting around with their tits hanging out of their shirts, asses popping out of their skimpy ass shorts. I swear they were never around this much before. The Reapers and Nomads being in town must make them want to come by. They’re dumb if they think one of them will give them their patch, bring them over as an Ol’Lady. That shit never happens. I know they want it. All they are is pussy to the guys.

  I hear a shocked gasp and turn my face to the general direction, seeing Slasher with his paws all over Jenna. I don’t think. I get up, charging over to where she is and rip his hands off of what is mine.

  “Whoa. What the fuck?” Slasher growls.

  “She’s with me. Back. The. Fuck. Off,” I hiss, eyeing him up, daring him to make a pass at her. To try to challenge me.

  “Jenna’s with you tonight. She’s a fuckin’ whore, always will be. Bet she’ll be suckin’ my cock tomorrow morning after she crawls out of your bed. Hey, it’ll be a repeat like the other day, right Jen? You coming out of his bed and into mine, sucking my cock and swallowing that come of mine. Won’t ya babe?” He smiles deviously at her.

  All I want to do is rip that smirk off his disgusting face. I do, by slamming my fist into his. He rocks back, glaring at me.

  “Apologize to her. Now,” I demand, hating every disrespectful word he’s spitting out about Jenna.

  He looks to her and then back to me. “Apologize for telling it exactly how it is? Fuck that. She’s a whore. How many guys do you think she’s fucked here? Me. Reed. Seamus. Enzo that one time when she was super wasted. Chaos. Pain. She fucked Blackjack and Kade over there from the Reapers, and I heard it was at the same time. Is that true, babe? Oh, and didn’t you fuck Fist too? What is he, thirty years older than you?” Jenna stares at him without saying anything before she walks back down the hallway. She’s good at hiding how she feels. I think that if you don’t pay too much attention to the way she acts you’d never know. She has tells, like the moment she won’t look at you, or even when she just walks away from a situation. Those are her tells. She’s telling me a whole fucking lot right now.

  “Yeah. I thought so,” he says as he huffs off across the room and pulls a new girl onto his lap. She’s blonde with fake Texas curls I’ve seen many times before. I don’t care to know her name. I just want to know if Jenna is okay. I stalk after her and find her in front of my room door. Her back is pressed against the wall. I stand in front of her, staring down at her big hazel eyes.

  “He’s right, you know. I am a whore.” Her tone of voice changes at the last bit, telling me that something is rooted deep within her. I don’t know everything about Jenna. One day I will. I want to know all her secrets. I want this girl’s demons to dance with mine.

  “What have I told you about disrespecting yourself in front of me, hmm?” I ask her, bringing my voice down to an almost whisper. I place my palm against her cheek, rubbing my thumb softly against her skin.

  “I don’t understand you…. I just don’t get it.” She pauses, letting her eyes drift back down the hall, where everyone is having a blast. We can both still hear the brothers hooting and hollering. I can hear the shots being made at the pool table and Maria yelling at Chaos about something.

  “I don’t understand why you defend me. He’s right. They’re all right, you know. I’m a club whore. It’s what I am. It’s who I am. Why do you, Dmitri Petrov, defend my honor? Is there even any left?” I feel her crippling under my touch. The woman has experienced darkness; I come from the same crop. It’s as if I can smell it radiating off her skin. What’s the word? Pheromones? Maybe somehow its why I’m drawn to her.

  “You’re right. You don’t get it at all. They see you as this club whore, but I’m not that dumb. I see you for what you are, and it’s not a damn whore.”

  “Dmitri,” Jenna mumbles, chewing on her bottom lip. It looks so fucking scrumptious. I just want one taste. One damn taste. I lick my lips as I stare at hers.

  “Dmitri,” She repeats as I take a move closer to her until my chest is pressing against her luscious tits, staring down at her beautiful face.

  “Da?” I whisper, my lips brushing against her own.

  “I want you to fuck me now.”

  I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her up against me. She wraps her arms naturally around my neck, pulling herself up so that her lips are almost on mine, but not quite. I want them to be on mine. I miss the soft velvetiness of hers. I know what she’s doing as she licks her lips seductiv
ely, staring at me.

  Tease, such a little tease she is.

  “Need you. Now,” she moans, her tongue hot against my neck. I fumble my hand into my jean pocket and look for the key to my room. I can’t find it.

  I angle myself, pull her skimpy little skirt up and rub my hard cock against her soaked panties. “You that wet for me, kotenok?” I hiss, still searching for the key to the door. I can’t fucking find it. I don’t want to take her in this hallway, for everyone to see. I want her to know that she is more than a fuck for me.

  “Yes, oh god, yes,” she moans, covering my lips with hers. Her lips are just as perfect as I thought they’d be. They’re soft, wet, luscious like a fresh peach. She’s kissing me softly, with an intensity so strong that I never want to stop.

  “Cock. Now.”

  “I can’t find the fucking key,” I tell her.

  Her eyes lock with mine, and I’m a goner when she tells me, “I don’t care. Fuck me now. Fuck me against this door and let the entire club see you.”

  I don’t hesitate. I loosen my belt, unbutton my pants, and slip my cock out, sliding it against her wet heat. I take her panties and shove them over to the side, stroking my cock against her wetness. “So, so wet.”

  “I’ve wanted you inside me all night long,” she admits, biting onto her bottom lip again.

  I push my head against her opening, gauging her reaction. Her irises are burning right through me. She wants this just as badly as I do. I slide inside of her warm, soaked pussy. God, she’s so fucking tight. She wraps her legs around me tighter, my cock going as deeply as I can inside her with each thrust. I slip my lips over hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue dances with mine, lapping at my own. When she gives me a small nip, I smack her ass so hard that I hear it crack. She moans loudly, and her perfect pussy clenches around me. I slide all the way out of her and ram back inside her swiftly.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, please,” she moans, her head leaning back against the doorframe.

  I take my thumb and rub over her perfect little nub, soft, slow circles as I thrust inside her. She tightens up, and I know she’s on the verge of coming.

  “Fuck me like you own me, Dmitri,” she begs, whimpering. And I do; I fuck her like she’s mine – because she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet. She comes around my cock, and I release inside of her, loving that I’ve just owned her in the way that I’ve wanted to, with my seed inside, marking her as mine.

  CHAPTER 7

  Love me like my demons do.

  -Akif Kichloo

  Jenna

  The awful beeping gets louder and louder. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s just me thinking it’s getting louder when it’s really just repeating itself over and over again. I open my eyelids and see the big clock flashing 10:00.

  Shit.

  I fumble out of bed, and hop into the shower that Dmitri and I have been sharing over the past few weeks, getting ready as quickly as I possibly can. The entire time I’m getting ready I keep replaying what I can remember of last night in my head. Alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Cozying up to Dmitri on the couch. Getting something and Slasher calling me a whore. Dmitri defending me to Slasher. Dmitri coming to his door. Kissing. A really rough fuck. God. How did we even get back in the room?

  “Jen! C’mon! We’re gonna be late!” Maria is yelling through the door. I can hear the saltiness laced through her voice. Her and I have pretty much been in charge of getting the girls accustom to their new lives here. It’s a big change for them. They aren’t slaves anymore; they’re free, and a lot of them don’t understand what to do with that newfound freedom.

  I swing open the door as I’m tying my hair up in a loose ponytail. It’s not something that will give me a best dressed award, but my outfit will do. We’re working a lot today, anyways. “Damn. Well, don’t you look roughly fucked you little puta.” I don’t speak Spanish, but I don’t have to. I know Mar just called me a whore, but it’s not the way Slash did last night. She’s saying it to be funny, and she’s one forward woman. “You have to tell me. Dmitri any good?”

  My cheeks redden with fire when I think about what I can remember from last night. “Good is an understatement of the century.”

  “Ooooh, tell me more! Por favor!!!!”

  “I would if I could remember most of it. We both had a few drinks,” I mutter, shutting the door to Dmitri’s bedroom and locking it behind me with the spare key that he gave me when we first started bunking together.

  “A few? I remember most of what happened last night. I especially remember the beers you two were drinking and then when you yelled ‘WHISKEYYYY!’ I’m surprised you both had the energy to do anything after all of that alcohol,” Maria giggles as we walk down the hallway into the main area of the clubhouse. I immediately hear whining and see my two German Shepherds Max and Spart sitting over by Enzo. They rush over when they see me. I kneel down and scratch their fluffy heads.

  “Hey, babies,” I coo, wrapping my arms around them. “Ready to go have fun and see the girls?” I’ve been taking the dogs whenever we go see the girls from the shipment. I think the dogs are a good buffer for them. Many of them don’t speak English, they speak lots of Russian, and well, I don’t speak any of it. It may be something small that brings them joy, but I don’t miss their smiles when they see the dogs. That makes me so happy. So, I bring these two knuckleheads with me whenever I’m going over.

  I rise and toss Maria the keys to my Charger. She jumps with joy because I’ve never let her drive it, and today, I’m finally going to. My hangover is killer, and if I don’t have to drive I won’t mind it. “I’m gonna grab a coffee really quick, and I’ll be right out. You want one?”

  “No. I’ll take the dogs and get in the car.” Maria calls for Spart and Max, and they follow closely behind her and are out the door in no time. I make my way over to the coffee maker, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and filling it up with the black liquid.

  “How’re you feeling?” I don’t mistake his voice whatsoever. He’s so close to me that I can smell that musky cologne I’m certain he uses. I haven’t found a bottle in his room, though. It’s not like I haven’t been searching. I have. And I’ve found nothing. I wonder if that’s his natural scent. If it is, I’m not surprised. Things just keep adding up on the “Dmitri’s Hot as Fuck” list.

  “A little hungover,” I admit, turning around slowly to face the beast.

  He has a black hoodie on, and his perfectly sculpted chest is in view and beads of sweat are dripping down his body. I can’t help but stare. No woman could if they were in front of a man who looks like this. “Just came from the gym,” he tells me, rubbing his palm against his chin, brushing the small beard he’s been growing over the past few weeks. It’s short, but effective. Another thing that’s added to ‘Dmitri’s Hot as Fuck’ list.

  “I can see that.”

  “Off to see the girls?” he asks, moving closer to me. He opens the cabinet above me and grabs his own cup, moving his arms around me as he pours the coffee.

  “Yep. Some of them are really starting to come out of their shells. I’m hoping to keep up the good work, but we’ll see what ends up happening.”

  Dmitri shifts his stance, looking down at me. He’s being really creepy, and I don’t like it. “What is it?” I ask, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head.

  “You’re just so beautiful.” I laugh at him, and I mean really laugh. I jumped in the shower, threw my wet hair in a high ponytail, have absolutely no makeup on, and I’m in the most basic workout outfit that I could find. I look like a bum, and here the man is, telling me that I’m beautiful.

  “Don’t laugh at me little one.” He brings his lips to the top of my head and kisses me softly. “Now, run along and help those girls.” And I do.

  ***

  I don’t know what it was about Dmitri kissing my head. It triggered something inside of me. He has to be thinking this is going into turn into something more.

  It won’t.r />
  It can’t.

  I’ve worked way too hard for way too long to ruin my chances at getting what I so desperately want. Being in a relationship with a biker was never a part of my plan, and it never will be. I have to do this alone, or as alone as I can. Darius has offered time and time again to help me with this, and eventually, I might accept it. I’m trying not to involve anyone else in my plan, but he has expressed that he and his men are at my disposal. I don’t have any blood family left – but I do have family. The members of Purgatory, the only ones who know who I truly am. Whenever I go see them, they call me by my real name, Tegan – they don’t call me Jenna, or anything else. Darius has made it a point to remind me of who I really am. He’s the only one who doesn’t want me to get caught up in my lie.

  My plan was easy. Or easy to me at least. I was to reinvent myself and infiltrate the Skulls Renegade MC. I’ve been here for almost ten years, waiting for my opportunity to slaughter the men who ruined my life.

  There were two men that started it all. One man who took away every shred of innocence inside me and fueled me with a hateful rage so deep that most wouldn’t recognize the woman I’ve become. And another who let the horrendous things happen to me and my father. Both of these men pretended to be friends. It’s funny, I face one of the men who betrayed my father every single day. I’m right in front of his nose, and he doesn’t recognize me whatsoever. Anyone who would remember little, beautiful, blonde haired and blue-eyed Tegan Hill is probably dead. The only exceptions are the Michaels and Bones.

  Will, the man who raped me in front of my father on that dreadful day. The man who made me kill my father, who placed the gun in my hand and gave me two options. The man who impregnated me. I was pregnant at thirteen. I had a son, a beautiful blonde hair blue eyed little boy. And then there was Bones, the man who watched, who stood guard and let everything happen.

  When I was thirteen and having my son in the hospital, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I was so hellbent on getting back at the man who destroyed my happiness, and therefore, I had no room to care for a child. I met with the state of Tennessee and told them I’d be placing my son up for adoption. I met with numerous adoptive parents, and one woman stood out to me. She couldn’t have kids, and she refused to live by the standard that you needed to be married to adopt. Tennessee was never overly conservative, but there are still people who’d look at you on the side of the street if you didn’t have a little band around that left finger and scorn you for having a child. No matter the circumstances.