Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

Logan pressed his lips onto mine. It wasn’t like our normal kisses, it was more, it felt like more. This kiss gave me the chills, his hand skimmed against my jaw, eventually cupping it, making sure I couldn’t move. He was taking me, taking everything I had, but he was showing me how much he loved me, how much he cared, protecting me and encasing me in the touch of his lips.

  “You taste like OJ,” he mumbled against my lips.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, forgetting we had an audience for a moment. I yanked away from him, my lips puffy from the intensity of that kiss.

  “Something wrong?” Logan chuckled, sitting down next to me, his hand slid up my thigh. I glanced over to Christian, then back to Logan.

  “That must be my cue,” Christian commented, walking back to his bedroom.

  “Now, where were we?” Logan pulled me towards him, wrapping his hands around me so I couldn’t move. His tongue brushed over my bottom lip. He sucked it in his mouth, gently tugging.

  “Logan – ” He growled against me, a feral, primal growl. Possessive.

  “Logan…” Before this could continue, I needed to know what happened last night. I never let myself get that…drunk. I had an incredible tolerance to alcohol, and last night, I passed my limit. Christian’s actions showed me that I must’ve said something, and I need to know exactly what my drunk brain decided to say.

  “Logan!” I snapped, putting my hand in front of his mouth, so he couldn’t bring his lips back to mine.

  “What?” he growled, staring at my hand.

  “We need to talk about last night.” His dark hazel eyes locked with mine, he sighed.

  “We can do that later.” He tried to come back to my face, but I turned, his mouth met my neck.

  “No, we need to do it now. Okay?”

  “You’re making this more fun for me.” He bit down on my flesh. I screamed from excitement, I did not expect that.

  “Logan, I’m serious.”

  “I am too.”

  His eyes were flushed with primal desire, a feral need. “Do you think it was easy for me to be

  sleeping next to your naked body last night without taking a taste for myself?” He whispered it

  against my ear, tugging on my earlobe.

  “Logan…” His hand shot down to my pajama shorts, he rubbed his fingers against my folds.

  “You’re already wet for me?” His eyebrows shot up.

  “I always am, you know that.” His thumb played with my clit through the silky material, pressing on the nub. “Logan, I – we need to –fuck...”

  “I know we need to fuck.” His lips traced my neck, the scruff scraping my soft skin.

  “No – I – That’s not – Oh God – Logan, talk – we need to – oh!” My body was shaking underneath him. I felt my orgasm on the edge, it was coming, and he stopped.

  “You wanted to talk?” He grinned at me. He was riling me up.

  “You’re such a…ugh!” I pushed against his chest, slipping out of his grip and walked to our bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes in record time. Like clockwork he was right behind me, smirking in the doorway.

  “You gonna stand there, or finish what you started?” He slammed the door behind him, sliding out of his pajama pants. He flew at me like a lion, hunting for his lioness. He coated his cock with my essence, plunging in one thrust, my body shivered against him.

  “You like the games,” he growled it against my ear. I loved the games, the games made it fun. He slid his cock all the way out, the tip still inside me.

  “Logan, I don’t like this game,” I snapped. He slammed into me, grinding himself against me. His hand shot down to my clit, rubbing it gently, barely there, but enough to know he was there. I was quivering under him, it was irritating but amazing.

  “Logan –O.” His mouth went over my breasts, sucking, biting down hard on my nipple, so much that it was painful. After the pain, came pleasure. He slid in and out of me, sliding his length against my G-spot.

  “You’re tight little cunt loves me, you love it when I fuck you, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes, oh God yes!” He bit down on my other nipple as I said it, the heat rising within my body.

  “Do you want to come? I want you to beg for it.” His hand stopped rubbing my clit.

  “Yes, please, please! Let me come!” His lips crushed onto mine. I opened for him instantly, clawing my hands at his back. His finger returned to my clit, rubbing up and down very quickly in synchronization with his thrusts. He was the best sex I ever had, finding every spot that made me scream and shudder.

  “Come for me baby!” His mouth bit my neck, biting harder through my orgasm. It shuddered through me, I – I had no words. His body hovered over mine, pressing gentle kisses against my skin.

  “I’m never letting you go.” The way he said it, was more of a promise than a statement, and it

  felt oddly familiar. I hope he was promising me, because I could never let him go. He slid out of me after waiting a couple minutes, pulling me under his duvet, holding me close.

  “You wanted to talk?”

  “Yeah, kinda ruins the after-sex glow though…”

  “You always glow baby.”

  “Now you’re just being corny.”

  “Does anything about me say corny?” He laughed, pulling me closer, if possible. I lay on my back, Logan on his side, his finger playing with my nipples.

  “No, it does not.” He was definitely not corny.

  “What did you want to ask me?” His tone was more serious. I pulled the sheet over my breasts so he’d stop, so he’d focus on what I needed to ask him.

  “Your brother’s a shitty liar, and I know I must’ve said something last night, so just tell me. I need to know.”

  “You told me what Alfred threatened to do to you, you also gave me the backstory on that.” I knew what he was saying, but he needed to verbalize that for me. I needed it.

  “I…I need you to tell me what I told you.” I didn’t want to mistake what I said to him. I could’ve left something out, or maybe I told him more than I thought I did.

  His hazel eyes stared at mine, his hand brushing against my cheek. “Nothing that you told me last night makes me feel any different about you. I love you, Brooklyn, and I mean that. I fucking love you, and I’m never letting you go.” I nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Logan Steele

  amazed me, he…surprised me. Every single moment we spent together.

  “You told me Alfred threatened to expose your past with drugs, then you told me how Bryce pressured you into doing cocaine until you eventually developed a problem and overdosed. At which point, Alfred put you in rehab and covered it up with the press.”

  “Well…I didn’t leave anything out.” I sighed, a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. I knew I would’ve told him at some point, at least I did it while I was drunk and couldn’t remember. It saved me some of the humiliation.

  “You also told me something else...”

  “I did…?”

  “Yes, you told me you loved me, but you’re scared to admit it because you know I have the

  capability to break your heart.”

  “I told you all of that?”

  “In less words, but yes.” He pulled me closer to him, my breasts pressing against his chest.

  “Precious, eyes to me.” I locked my gaze with his “I will never hurt you. I’m never letting you go. It’s okay to be scared, but you have to trust me. I mean it, I’m not letting you go.” His lips brushed over mine, in a soft, intimate kiss, so slow, but…amazing. I finally realized why the words before had been so familiar.

  “Are we crazy?” I finally asked him, my hands pressed against his chest. “I feel like we’re nuts,” I added, giggling.

  “I’m not following”

  “We’ve known each other for…well, not that long, and you’re promising to never let me go, we’re both in love with each other, it just seems fast.”

  “Sometimes it is fast.”

  “Oh, I forgot
to tell you something.” I brushed my hair back, moving it away from my face. His look was calculating, seeing what I missed. “I kind of gave Alfred back my car and apartment keys, so I’m homeless.”

  “Your home is right here, with me.” His lips returned to mine, pulling away softly “and I have a

  few extra cars, you can pick the one you want.”

  “Logan, I can’t use one of your cars...”

  “You will, and you are. I think I’ll just pull out the Tesla for you.” Uh…the what? A Tesla?!

  “Um…no. I think, uh…” Logan’s finger went over my lips.

  “Sssshh, you’re driving the Tesla. I’ll tell Reggie to get it for you.” He tapped away on his phone. I heard the brief sound of a text being sent, then returned.

  “And Brooklyn, I’ll handle your father. He’s coming to the office today. You’ll be there in another meeting, but if you want to speak with him, you can, with me there.” I didn’t like it, but I nodded, accepting that. I knew I wouldn’t face him alone, not again.

  CHAPTER 16

  Logan

  Waking Brooklyn up this morning had been extremely hard. She was both mentally and emotionally exhausted from the days before, and it had taken all the strength in me to drag her out of bed. I watched her with eager eyes as she pulled on another one of her skin-tight bandage dresses, one that hugged the curves of her body but didn’t show too much cleavage-- perfect for the business meetings I had planned for her. I took her into my arms, cradling her. I felt her sag against me.

  “Brook, you look stunning, as always.” I felt her smile against the skin of my chest.

  After Brooklyn finished applying some of her make-up, we headed out to the Tesla, which Brooklyn still couldn’t believe was actually hers, and took off towards Steele Enterprises. I had some meetings set up for her to do for her make-up line, with some manufacturers to work on packaging and formulas. I knew this would be enough to distract her for a while so that I could do what I had planned for the day, to talk to Alfred and get to the bottom of this whole thing.

  Brook and I parted in the lobby, and I pressed a soft yet possessive kiss to her lips before smacking her on the ass for good luck, a sly smile coming on my face as she walked away. I cracked my knuckles, letting out a sigh. I knew it was the calm before the storm.

  Sitting in my office, Esme appeared at the door. “Alfred is here to see you. Shall I see him in?” I nodded, already feeling tense as I tapped my fingers along the edge of my desk. It was either that, or keep my hand over my thigh where I knew my gun would be, but Alfred knew too much. I didn’t want him to get suspicious.

  Esme returned with Alfred by her side, letting him into the office, and he sat across from me. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it made me uncomfortable. “Alfred,” I said, my voice gruff and low. I was holding my ground.

  “Logan,” he replied, equally as agitated as I was.

  “Alfred, I know you and I don’t get along, but we have to get some things straight. What matters here, is your daughter. I don’t do anything without her in mind. I love her, Alfred, and regardless of what comes from this meeting I’m not letting her go. Never. I promised her that.” I rushed to get it all out before I knew he would interrupt me.

  “Logan, listen. I don’t trust you with my daughter. Frankly, I’d finish this whole thing myself right now if it wasn’t for her.”

  I was annoyed; I should have known he wouldn’t take anything that I said into account. “I know what you did with Brooklyn. I know that you threatened to tell the media about her cocaine addiction that you yourself helped her to cover up.” He seemed taken aback by the fact that I knew so much information, but he let me speak. “And I know it was you that caused it, too. What kind of sick fuck does that to their own child? Provides them with some of the most potent drug they can find in order to fuck up their life? She almost died, Alfred!” Alfred almost seemed ashamed for a second, but it wasn’t good enough.

  “She’s my daughter, Logan. You don’t get to act like you know anything about our relationship,” Alfred scolded. It was the most fatherly I’d ever heard him.

  I rolled my eyes, I knew more than enough about their relationship – which he was lucky to even still have in the slightest bit. “She’s mine now, Alfred. I won’t let you get away with any of this, the blackmail, the threatening...How are you not ashamed to call yourself a father?” I shook my head at him in disgust. My father may have not been a good man, but he never would’ve done something this fucked up.

  But with this aura that I put around myself, came the question of how long it would take before Brooklyn realized something was up. If worst came to worst, Alfred would tell Brooklyn all about the business history before I had the chance to speak up, which worried me. I had planned on doing it eventually, telling her what she needed to know about me now that we were getting serious. But I had to do it gently, in just the right way. I could only hope Alfred cooled don and thought about his level of guilt in all this and didn't say anything to her before I was ready. She needed to worry about building her brand right now, anyway.

  I sat in my office for a little while longer, and Esme brought me an ice-cold cup of water, which felt heavenly sliding down my throat. I hadn’t realized how red my face had gotten, and how high my body temperature had risen. There was something about that awful man that just...took over me. I couldn't stand it, or him. Our business dealings had been bad enough all this time, but now for him to fuck with me and my relationship with Brook, that was too much.

  I checked my watch; it was just before 1:30pm. I knew Brooklyn would be finished with her meetings any moment now. Before I knew it, there was a knock on my door, and the beautiful, familiar face appeared.

  “How did the meetings go?” I asked her as she swung her legs into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

  “Much better than I could have hoped. Everything is sorted and ready to go into manufacturing. They loved everything I had to offer,” she gushed, and I squeezed her tighter. Sure, I had wanted to meet with her in the first place because I wanted to have her; in my bed, in my arms, in every way. But she was getting a lot of this on her own merit. Her beauty line was great; worth every bit of the investment.

  I pressed another kiss to her lips. She sighed and relaxed against me, but I felt an uneasiness in my stomach. My intuition was correct when a knock came at my office door, and both a stressed looking Esme and a red-faced Alfred burst in.

  Brook jumped out of my lap, startled at his sudden entrance. Then, she looked to me. “What is going on?” she asked, startled at the way we were looking at each other.

  “I had a meeting with your father earlier, and it looks like he’s been waiting around for you to come see me, hoping he might get to talk to you,” I answered, not taking my glare off of Alfred.

  Brooklyn turned to Alfred. “Brooklyn, I don’t know what kind of spell he has you under, but there are things you need to know about this man you call your boyfriend,” Alfred spat out. I could tell, though, by her stance, that she was angry with his behavior.

  “First of all, Alfred, we have already discussed this. It is not up to you who I date, and you have shown me that I cannot trust you. I cannot turn to you. I cannot call you father. I do not owe you anything anymore, and I refuse to speak with you alone.”

  I couldn’t help but feel smug at the way she reacted to the man. Part of Brook’s appeal was that she was a string woman, saying her mind, and fighting for everything despite what she had been through. No thanks to Alfred.

  “I think I will find my way home. Meet me there when you’re done with him?” Brooklyn asked, emphasizing the word ‘home’. It took everything in me not to chuckle.

  “Sure, I’ll be there shortly. I’ll also have you take Reggie with you.” Brook nodded as I sent a text on my phone, letting Reggie know he was needed. He had been good to me, watching over Brook since the break in. I felt much better, knowing she was safe with him rather
than traveling alone. I had way too many enemies lately. Brooklyn walked out, and I was sure Esme would escort her out of the building for me. Everyone looked out for her the same way they did my brothers and I now. She was family.

  “Take a seat, Alfred, since you clearly weren’t finished before,” I offered the man. I tried to keep my composure, but he looked more than just angry. He was looking deadly after seeing us together.

  "Do I need to continue my list of the things I know about you that you don't want Brook to know?" I asked him pointedly. Though, I gave him no chance to answer. "Not only do I know that you gave Bryce, her boyfriend at the time, the cocaine that got her in so much trouble, but I also know that the minute Steele Enterprises went legit with things, you picked right up on the drug trade." Alfred's eyes went wide. "I know everything that goes on in Atlanta.

  "You have nothing to talk about; nothing to hold over me!" he shouted, raising his voice too loud for my liking. I figured it was just the last chance of a desperate man, trying to show that he owned someone that he didn’t deserve in his life. So, I just let it go for the moment. "I know you deal in the sex, drug, and gun trade. Your hands are much more bloodied than mine."

  The door opened to my office, surprising me, not for the first time that day, and I saw that Brook had returned. My mouth gaped open in shock, knowing she must have heard what Alfred had said, even though more than half was not true at all. All she did was point to the corner of my desk, where I just noticed she had left her purse.

  I handed it to her slowly, and she was avoiding eye contact with me. I was so nervous that this was the end of us, and all because of the man right across from me.

  "It is true?" she asked me, and I hated that I couldn’t just tell her no and mean it.

  "We need to talk." She would have no way of knowing that I was not involved in two of those things. They had stopped the minute I got everything from my father. All she knew, though, was what her father had just blasted out, and I wasn't able to directly refute it.

  Brook shook her head and ran out of the office, heals and all. I turned to Alfred, not hiding my loathing and rage any longer. "I assume you can find your way out, and to be clear, if you just fucked up my relationship with Brooklyn, I'll kill you."