Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I shuffle the both of us in the small room, feeling for a light I find that there’s nothing. A brief giggle escapes Bellamy, there’s no point in words, so I don’t speak.

  I shut the door as best as I can, but now that I’ve kicked it, it’s not shutting the right way. It leaves a crack in the door way, small enough to see the people dancing outside and loud enough to hear the residual music.

  I slam my lips down onto hers, pushing her back until I feel that she can’t move. We’ve hit the wall, and that’s right where I want her.

  Quickly, I rip her dainty little thing she calls a thong. She gasps in my mouth, and with every breath, I can feel her excitement grow. Her breath is hot and heavy, her wetness warming my hand as I slip in between her folds. Fuck, how I’ve wanted her for so long. I slide my tongue into her mouth, kissing her harshly. I’m telling her everything that she needs to know in this kiss.

  That no one will kiss her, dare even to touch her, or throw a look in her direction. Because if they do, I will show no mercy.

  No one touches what belongs to me, and Bellamy Mason is mine.

  I will show her that tonight.

  I remove my hand from her hips, going to the zipper on my jeans and tug down quickly, pulling out my rock-hard cock. I can’t see her face, the room is too dark, we just have a little bit of light shining in from the crack in the doorway.

  Fuck, her breath hitches the second my cock rubs against her clit. I tease her slowly, sliding back and forth between her folds. She’s going to beg me for her orgasm one way or another. It’s what I want, and I’m damn well going to get it.

  “Fuck,” I hear her say against my lips, causing me to chuckle. She doesn’t even have a reason to start cursing yet.

  I tear my lips from hers, yanking her shirt up quickly and tossing it next to us on the floor. She removes her bra in record time and my lips are on her tits, biting, sucking and twirling my tongue against her hard nipples.

  I ram my cock up into her pussy as I bite, and she’s soaking fucking wet. It’s like I’ve been teasing her for hours upon hours, when it’s maybe just been ten minutes. She tightens her legs around my waist, rocking back and forth with every thrust into her warm heat.

  I can’t help myself, I want so much from this woman. I want so fucking much, and I’m gonna get it. That’s me, greedy fucking bastard.

  She moans, digging her nails into my shoulders, and I feel her tightening up around me.

  No. “You’re not coming yet,” I hiss through gritted teeth clenching down hard on her nipple, I slap her ass so hard that I hear it crack, she moans louder until I know that if I don’t pull out, she’ll come right over me.

  I want her to come, but not like this.

  I take my cock out of her warm and wanting pussy, rubbing her juices around her puckered asshole. She tenses for a second and stops as I start fingering her, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  “I’m taking your ass, and you’re going to like it,” I warn her, moving from her right breast to her left. “You’re going to scream for me like I know you can, and you’d better not fight me. You want to know what will happen if you do?”

  “Tell me,” she utters, voice breaking.

  “I will tease you every single day, bringing you right to the edge and not giving you a damn thing. No orgasms, just me, having my fun with you.” I don’t wait to hear a response from her, I slide my cock back into her pussy, getting myself as wet as possible with every thrust until I decide that we’re good. When my cock is removed, I replace it with my hand and work myself into her ass, inch by inch. Her legs tighten around my hips, pussy clenching my hand with every inch I go in deeper, rocking back and forth.

  She’s too fucking tense. “Relax,” I coax her, playfully gliding my tongue over her nipples while rubbing her clit at the same exact time.

  In and out, rocking back and forth until I’m all the way inside of her. Fuck. She has the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked.

  Biting down hard on her nipple as I slam my cock into her ass, she moans loudly. I pull all the way out and ram her again, and again until she’s right on the verge, right where I want her to be. I feel her pussy clenching down hard and work my hand in unison with my cock, rubbing her clit, filling her ass and toying with that perfectly wet pussy.

  “Make me come,” I hear her beg, giving me the high I’ve wanted since that first night. I do as she asks, rubbing her clit hard, ramming my cock into her tight ass again and again until she’s bucking against me like a wild cat. She unravels beneath me, wetness starting to spill from her pussy, and I keep going until she’s screaming.

  There is no one in this club who isn’t hearing her cries right now, and I’m the lucky bastard giving her all of it.

  Fuck. I can’t hold back much longer. she bounces up and down on my cock until I’m spilling my seed inside of her ass. She leans against me, each of us giving one another a moment of recuperation, but little does she know that I’m not done with her.

  I drop down to my knees, her pussy right against my face, and go to town. Sucking on her hardened, sensitive clit as I’m shoving what I can fit of my hand inside of her pussy. She’s going to come in my mouth, one way or another, she’s going to come again.

  “Oh fuck. Butch…fuck…I can’t…I…” I drown out her soft cries, flicking my tongue faster and faster against her clit, pumping my hand up inside of her pussy as fast as I can. It doesn’t take long before her legs are shaking and I’m holding her against the wall with the only free hand that I have left.

  “You can, and you will,” I roar at her, biting down on her clit.

  That does it, she becomes a fucking waterfall, squirting in my mouth like the good girl she is. I lick and lap at every drop she gives me, still toying with her pussy and clit. If she has more, I’m having it.

  “I…oh…my…,” Bellamy whispers, her voice breaking as she leans against me. I chuckle, bringing her legs down until she’s settled on my hips.

  She dips her head down, hands searching for my face and once she finds it, she kisses the daylights out of me, licking my lips, taking in the taste of her, of everything I made her release.

  Fuck.

  This is my girl.

  She may not know it, but she’s my fuckin’ girl.

  CHAPTER 14

  The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. -Unknown

  Bellamy

  He fucked me in a dirty closet at a rave like I was his little ragdoll…and I loved every second of it. An hour in the shower after he grabbed us a taxi and brought us back to the hotel, wasn’t enough time to cool down from everything that he did to me. I’m still hot and bothered as I towel dry the last bit of my wet hair standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

  I wipe the wet residue from the mirror and take a long look at myself. It’s at this moment that I realize I’ve felt more alive today than I have in a very long time. So much has been holding me down, making me feel suffocated. Like I constantly have to look over my shoulder. If someone had said that to me a few weeks ago, I would have denied it, but I see everything so clearly now. I’ve been holding back a little bit because of everything that’s going on in the press, afraid that one small slip up could ruin my career before it even started. Honestly, I’m surprised that it didn’t happen quite yet.

  I grab my phone from the counter and see it’s just past two in the morning. Butch and I both had a great time tonight, he brought out something in me that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. The last man that I even showed that to was Zac – and he made damn sure I’d never trust another in that way again, yet here I am, bringing out that side of me. A side that I had missed for far too long.

  It’s funny how when you realize when you’ve been caging a part of you that you don’t hate the person who made you reserved in the first place. You end up hating yourself for allowing that person to silence your spirit.

  A light rap on the door startles me. “You alright in there?” His voice is soft, low and caring
– something that I’d never heard from him before.

  I put my hand on the door, turn the bronze knob and open it. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just wanted a nice…hot shower.” I fumble over my last few words, which causes me to laugh. From the corner of my eye, I see a small smirk dragging across his face.

  “You know what time it is, don’t you?”

  “Ah. It’s time to pour out all of the deepest darkest secrets from my little soul, is it?” I tease, taking a step closer to him in the door frame.

  “You come closer to me, and I’m not liable for my actions, Sugar.”

  “Maybe I want to get a little closer,” I whisper, opening my silk robe up a little more, giving him a grand look at my body.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you all the time, do you? You’re constantly on my mind, the way your perfect ruby red lips quiver. The way you crinkle your nose when you’re thinking too hard. Fuck, even that angelic laugh, especially when you throw your head back and smile, it’s that damn glimmer in your eyes. You have no idea how captivating you are, Bellamy Mason.”

  Just like that, I’m thrown for a loop, trying to process everything he just said to me. Butch was nothing more than a one-night stand. That is exactly what I told myself the first time I set my eyes on him, but now we’re here, and I can’t help but want a little more from him. I don’t know what it is that I want, I just know that I want to…oh fudge. I don’t know what I want. “You haven’t told me about when you were a kid.”

  Butch pulls me out of my own thoughts, reminding me of our agreement. Every morning, and every night we each share something with one another, something that the other doesn’t know. At first, when he suggested the idea I wasn’t too keen, but now I find that we’re both learning quite a bit about one another, and I like that. He was right, we wouldn’t be strangers for long.

  “Uh, well that’s a bit complicated. I don’t exactly have the fairytale childhood, as I’m sure you could imagine,” I mutter, walking through the doorway past Butch, going over to the minibar in the hotel room. I pull out a small glass sized bottle of Sutter Home Moscato and open the top. If we’re going to talk about this, then I need to have a good bit of alcohol to get me through it. I take a hefty sip, place the bottle down on the tv stand and grab my luggage, yanking out a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. I don’t even care enough to tell Butch to turn around, in the background I can hear Slash’s snoring, telling me the big lug is fast asleep.

  After I’m dressed I grab the bottle and sit on the bed, leaning up against the headboard. “I had a pretty normal life you know, it was suburbia central. Everyone knew everyone, the preacher’s daughter was in my same girl scout troop. It was a small, tight knit community. I loved it back then, and I even still do now. I had a mom who loved me more than anything, and a dad who was just as great.” I smile big, remembering the both of them. At this moment, right now. I feel everything that inspired my newest song “If I had One More Day”. It’s a slow melody, about a girl who lives with regret for not telling her parents she loved them enough. If she had one more day, she would’ve changed a lot. She would’ve been a lot more vocal. “My parents died when I was a kid,” I say it like it doesn’t still hurt as much as it does. There’s no getting over what I went through, or how they died.

  “I’m so sorry. That must’ve been hard to lose them so young. Was it a car accident?” he asks, he’d be right to assume that it was something so natural, so…accidental, something that no one could’ve ever seen coming.

  “No, no it wasn’t,” I tell him, shaking my head, while I take the bottle to my lips and take another sip. I feel the bed dip, and when I look to the left I see Butch sprawled out next to me in a pair of green plaid pajama pants. His tattoos are on full display, and I can’t help but stare at every single one of them plastered across his chest and shoulders. The detail is truly impeccable.

  “Then what happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “No, I don’t mind at all,” I say, thinking of how I should word the reality of what I came home to that day. “I can remember it like it was yesterday. I came home from school and it was sunny, for the first time in weeks it wasn’t pouring with rain. We’d had a particularly wet season that year. I remember the way everyone was complaining about it in the weeks prior. I got off the bus and walked up the sidewalk until I reached my house. We lived in this pretty four-bedroom home, my parents had just done renovations, and I had thought maybe they’d changed their mind and were remodeling again. The door didn’t look right, so I walked up and realized the front window was busted in. I thought that I shouldn’t go in the front because of the glass….so I went around back. I had a key to the gate, so I unlocked it and went in, latching the gate behind me. Everything looked normal, it was oddly quiet, but normal. I think now that maybe I should’ve realized something wasn’t quite right, but when you’re a kid you don’t think about things like that. Anyways, I went in through the back door, put my backpack up in the closet, took my shoes off, and headed up the stairs, and then I saw the blood.”

  I don’t say anything for a moment, letting the memory sink in, and trying my hardest not to let it get me too emotional. “It was something small on the wall. They were freshly painted, so I knew it wasn’t a smudge or anything. Instead of calling my mom and dad, I walked closer and saw more. Long story short, I followed the trail until it led me into my parents’ room with both of their bodies saturating the carpet in blood. They were murdered. In my safe, suburban haven, they were murdered.”

  “Shit. I had no idea…I’m –.” I cut Butch off before he can say anything else. This is the same thing I hear every time I tell someone about my parents. I don’t need anyone else giving their condolences. It’s in the past. I can only move on from it.

  “It is what it is. Long story short, their murder was never solved. It’s a cold case. The police found no fingerprints, no nothing. Anyways, I ended up going in the foster care system for a while until my Uncle Erik, who’s my dad’s best friend could adopt me, but that took a bit. So, I’m not the poster child for great childhood memories,” I joke. When I finally have the courage to look back up to Butch, things seem different. He’s not looking at me with pity. It’s something else.

  “You and your sister are very similar.”

  “What do you mean by that?” I ask, tucking my legs under my body, continuing to look at him.

  “You and Elena didn’t have the greatest childhoods, and yet you both don’t let it slow you down. You take life by the balls and make it your bitch, not letting your past dictate your future. I admire that.” I don’t know anything about Elena, really. To hear from Butch that we’re similar…it just makes me happy. It gives me hope that Elena and I can have some sort of normal sisterly bond whenever the time comes.

  “Thank you. That means a lot.”

  “I’m just telling you how it is. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”

  “What do you mean by that?” I ask, curiously.

  “We’re going back to Tennessee in a few days for the Halloween party.” He says it like I should’ve known, but the cave man didn’t even tell me about it.

  “You could’ve told me.”

  “I did, just now,” he mutters, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

  Men. They never change.

  CHAPTER 15

  We only get one shot in this life, make it count. -Elena

  Bellamy

  I woke up to being held firmly in Butch’s arms. I can’t even remember falling asleep, to be honest. We talked and talked for hours, ending up drinking most of what was in the mini bar.

  I found out a little bit about Butch last night. His story is the complete opposite of mine. His Momma lives out in the boondocks of Tennessee, pretty close to the club, and he usually sees her once every week. He ended up telling me how pissed she was that he hadn’t been around the last few days, telling him that he wasn’t even going to get any Banana Pudding on his birthday – which just so happens to
be his favorite dessert. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Banana Pudding didn’t classify as a dessert. It was just neat getting to learn these things about him, the small things.

  I had to slip out from under Butch’s arms, so I wouldn’t wake him. Slash was already outside of the room, standing against the door, or at his “post” like he preferred to call it. I knew that they were here on Elena’s orders to watch over me, given the risks associated with her lifestyle, which I guess is also theirs, but so far nothing out of the ordinary has happened. It just seems like a precaution that didn’t necessarily need to be taken.

  “Sleeping Beauty still zonked out?” Slash asks me as I’m taking my first step out of the hotel room.

  “Yep, and we should leave him that way. Let him get some sleep, just because I have to wake up at the wee hours in the morning, doesn’t mean he has to.”

  Slasher laughs, “We’re both supposed to be watching you, missy. Not just taking shifts.”

  “Butch does plenty of watching me, Slash, and we all know it,” I add, laughing with the last bit.

  He busts out, keeling over into his laughter. Dang, I didn’t think it was that funny.

  “He told me not to touch you.” I glance over to Slash, processing what he just said to me. “The bastard told me you were off limits. He hasn’t ever said that shit to me, Bells. If you ask me, he’s got it bad for you.”

  What Slash just told me made me smile. It also was a confirmation of what I already felt between the two of us. I don’t know Butch enough to know exactly what I want from him, but what I do know is that when I’m with him, I’m happy. I don’t know if it’s his presence, his personality, or maybe just the way he makes my entire body shiver. It could be a combination of all of the above.

  I glance at my phone, realizing that it’s going to be downpouring most of the day. While I ride on the tour bus with the guys, Slash and Butch ride their Harleys. “It’s going to rain…are you sure you don’t want to hitch a ride on the bus?”