Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  My spare hand roamed down, traveling to every angle and curve of her body. She was so fucking warm. So soft under my fingers. Never in my life had I imagined her to be this perfect. The way she reacted to the way my thumb circled into the inside of her hipbone.

  Feeling her buck her hips up against my hand made me press my hard cock against her, roughly grinding her down into the mattress. She let out a little noise between a moan and a purr, tilting her hips up with need as she felt my desire to push inside her. I’d dreamed about having her like this for years, the thoughts I knew were wrong at the time. But how could this have ever been wrong? Fuck.

  Enough was enough. I hooked my thumbs inside of her jeans and dragged those bad boys down her thighs. She wriggled the rest of them down to her ankles just as my hand dragged up and down those gorgeous legs. The second I ran my fingers along the inside of her thigh, she let out a little gasp.

  “Look at you, Monroe,” I mutter to her, watching her body writhe below me. “God, you’re just so fucking beautiful.”

  Before she could even respond, my mouth was back on her and I tasted her desire as I slipped my fingers down her little pink panties. Her hips drew into the mattress before rolling up to my hand. I drew my fingers across the softness of her inner lips, groaning into her mouth when I could feel how wet she was at the core. With slow circles, I could feel her practically pooling between my fingers while I played my way up to her clit. She responded to the small teases with a moan to which I slipped my tongue past her wet lips.

  Ashley tilted her hips, left and right, rocking her hips up to every stroke I gave her heat. When it was clear she was more than ready, I slowly started to slip off her panties with a glide of my palm down her thigh. Her legs automatically closed against my hips and I released her mouth to look in her eyes.

  “Please,” She begged, her dewy eyes searching up to find me.

  The corners of my lips ripped into a smirk as I watched her struggle to keep herself tame. She was so close to spilling that I couldn’t just tear myself away from looking at her. Instead, I kissed her neck and pulled her closer to me while I slipped my pants off to the side, stroking my cock up against her hip.

  “Breathe for me, baby,” I mutter lowly.

  She closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip at the way I pressed the tip at her. Just feeling her sweet gloss against my tip made me want to shove it all inside in one go. But I didn’t. Instead, I took my fingers and trailed them back down to her heat, slowly drawing my index inside as she trembled. I stroked her insides good and watched her squirm even more, her blonde hair appearing more and more like a blonde halo strewn across my pillow.

  “Mmm,” She sounds at the tip of her tongue.

  I continue stroking her up to the second finger, training her walls to adjust to the width of both fingers. My fingers stretched her out slowly until she was ready with ease. I withdrew my fingers from her and she let out a whine of protest. It was then that I poised my cock up to her inner lips and pushed past, sinking myself in.

  Just at the first couple of inches, I could feel her body arch up against mine as she felt body tighten around me. I pushed myself further inside her, feeling her walls squeeze down on my hard cock. A groan left my lips as I felt her body rock itself up to meet my hips, to which I pushed my pelvis back down. Ashley drew a sharp breath as I finally closed down inside her, the tip of my cock practically licking up at the barrier of her womb. The more I watched her, the more my body wanted to fuck her senseless, savagely, like an uncaged animal. That part of me died down when I grit my teeth together as I pulled my hips back, feeling her insides stroke my length.

  The rhythm between us started out steady. I pulled my weight back down and ground my hips down to meet hers. She tilted her head back, letting out soft pants as my thrusts started to draw her closer and closer to her soft spot. With every thrust I sent inside her, I felt her chest rising and falling with her breaths. Her body kept arching up against me, driving me down into her hilt with no restraint. I pulled myself up to watch her looking up at me, her glossy lips parted open with one name on the tip of her tongue: mine.

  My hands drew up to her thighs, closing on her hips and I brought my cock half-way back before slamming it back down inside her, feeling her entire body break down in a shudder.

  “Mmm, Blackjack!”

  The thrusts kept coming in fast as I kept building her up. I drew back, and she pulled forward, rolling her body up to ever thrust I delivered. My hands tightened across her hips as I tilted her fully, delivering that same jolt back inside her as she strained to finish. Her thighs closed down on my hips, but I kept at it, dragging my length inside her walls as they were finally adjusted. I was so fucking hard inside her that it triggered me to speed up the pace, our skin slapping together every time I came back down to her. She dragged her fingers across the sheets, clutching them as I went faster with every breath that left my chest.

  Ashley’s eyes closed in that moment and I knew with the way she bit her lip that she was coming close to finishing. She rolled her hips back to me, meeting me at every hit I gave her. My cock was immersed inside her, threatening to come the second she would. I pulled my body down to her, taking her breast in a hungry bite.

  Ashley let out a hard moan, pushing her hips up until I ground mine back into hers and felt her walls tighten down along my member. She pulls all of me down to her chest as she threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. My mouth released a thick groan against her soft flesh. I felt my entire body scream as my cock filled her insides to the brink with a final thrust. It spread across every fabric of thought, completely immersing me in nothing but her.

  The feeling left me breathless as I could feel myself finish inside her, warm and so fucking tight.

  The two of us were left panting, breathless of all our energy. One more look at her and I finally withdrew, falling back down to my side. I closed my eyes and felt her move beside me, turning on her side. With our silence exchanged between us, I didn’t waste time in pulling her close to my chest where we both knew, after all this time, she always belonged.

  CHAPTER 12

  Ashley

  I woke up to the sun creeping in Blackjack’s bedroom window. My arm was sprawled across the edge of the bed, fingers reaching out to the new day, and yet I wasn’t prepared for what would come next. I hadn’t expected any of yesterday’s prior events to occur. I wasn’t naive, I knew we would deal with the Bears somehow. I just never expected for it to come down to this, to somehow lead me into bed with the man I always wanted.

  My history with Blackjack was complicated at best. We made mistakes. I made a big mistake, that pushed him over the edge and the next thing I knew he was off serving our country. Back then I didn’t understand it, I felt betrayed, I felt as if I wasn’t good enough, like I was nothing. After the years have passed I know that wasn’t the case. I was sixteen at the time, Blackjack was well over sixteen. I had to think about what it would have looked like for him to be with me, a minor, sure, but also Fist’s daughter. My Dad might’ve killed him. Still, back then he and I…well, we weren’t together, but we were something.

  One emotional night I ran straight into his arms. My friend Miranda had just killed herself. No one understood why, at least not until her parents found a sealed note with my name on it.

  Within the note I had found out she’d just been raped by one of the Bears she was dating at the time, and he forced himself on her. I ran to Blackjack - the only man I could trust. I knew that Miranda wanted me to do something about it, so I did what I needed to – I told the man I loved, the man that I knew would kill for me. Somehow during my emotional trauma, I did something I never dared to before, I kissed him. I remember that kiss like it was yesterday – I remember how his breathing halted for a second, how he didn’t do a damn thing until he ravaged me like I always wanted him to, that night everything changed.

  He’d done what I needed him to do and told me the hide had been skinned off that Bear, then the
next thing I knew he was gone – vanished, Dex was left in the care of the club and I was alone. I didn’t see Blackjack again until I came back home, beaten and bruised.

  So much had happened over the years, it’s just funny to me where we both ended up. Back with each other. It may not have been how I thought it would have but, nonetheless, we’re right here.

  I turned over as I took a deep breath before looking at Blackjack’s slumbering face. I had to admit it. Waking up to this man was pure sugar in any bitter coffee. I’d bite my bottom lip as my hand came forward, stroking up along the length of his arm before reaching just behind his ear to tuck in a stray curl of hair.

  The way his expression fell so innocently into the pillows made me smile. He’d nuzzle his nose into the sheets absentmindedly but wouldn’t even wake up. I blushed at the view as it made my heart melt even more. A little sigh left me, and I could’ve sworn this was all just a dream waiting to be spoiled by reality.

  No, this was real. Every beautiful and chaotic part about it. Here I was, curled up in his bed like it was seventh heaven. He was everything I’d ever wanted when I was pining over him in my high school years and truthfully, he still is.

  It’d been only a couple of months since we started talking again and really began this close connection. Even then, some of those weeks were spent staying away rather than figuring things out. If this guy was supposed to be the man I’d spend my entire life with, I’d have to set some ground rules about transparency.

  It drove me up the wall trying to figure out what was going through this man’s head and whether he saw me as desirable or desperate. That time spent away from each other almost destroyed any kind of hope left for us in the bottom of my heart.

  I loved a good mystery, sure––but a man that wasn’t true to his feelings was another story. Harry had spent the entire years of our marriage lying to my face and that was a type of scar that wouldn’t fade so easily.

  I knew deep down that Blackjack was far from Harry, but it would take time for me to trust him with my heart. I could trust the man, but my heart was another matter.

  There were still some pieces of me that went missing after Harry scrambled my world apart. The risk I took to run away from that marriage was the first crack to breaking my mold. I never looked back or regretted leaving that man’s side.

  Even if this was an arranged relationship to keep the Bears off our backs, I did feel comfortable knowing that I was being set up with the man that saved my life. Looking at him now pushed the stress away from the back of my head and filled my heart up with some sort of longing.

  How is it possible to miss someone when they’re laying right beside you?

  There was so much to talk about last night, yet we put it on hold the second we set the chains free from our hearts. Our desires left me breathless and content with everything he’d given me, but I wasn’t sure with what I could’ve possibly provided him. In this union, was it lust or love that would cement us together?

  Are the two of us just lovers that are trying to answer, “what if’s” or are we really starting to plan for a future together.

  As my brewing thoughts were enough to keep me from going back to sleep, I saw Blackjack start to stir before me. His eyelids clenched for a moment, scrunching up his nose as he took a slow inhale of the new morning air. I watched him as his body turned on its back and his broad chest slowly came down with a long sigh.

  The man’s arm rose up from his side and greeted him with his fingers through his hair. My teeth released my bottom lip as I shifted forward from my spot to move in closer to him. His fingers glided along his forehead, traveling all the way down to rest at the bridge of his nose.

  I reached out to touch his cheek and he flinched automatically before snatching my hand at his face. My breath was stuck to my throat as he felt along my fingers, refusing to open his eyes for even a moment. The way he persisted along my wrist with that rough hand of his made me smile through his little movement.

  Up along my arm he went, circling the inside of my wrist with his thumb before drawing that smooth touch throughout my arm until he found my shoulder and pushed me onto my back. I let out a laugh as he rose up from the bedside to brood over my body with those smoldering eyes.

  “You should be asleep,” he mutters huskily before moving down to my neck.

  I smile as his mouth presses kisses to my throat. “I couldn’t sleep.”

  He withdrew himself back to look at me, his big brown eyes growing serious. “Do you regret last night?”

  In just one second my playful expression changed to disbelief.

  “No. I’m just not looking forward to getting stabbed repeatedly today.”

  He rolled his eyes at my response before kissing my forehead. “You’ll be fine.” his voice assures me, “I’ll be with you.”

  The bed moved underneath me as he shuffled out from the covers to use the bathroom. I pulled myself up to the bed frame, watching the door shut behind him with a click. I rooted my arms to the mattress before swinging my legs across the edge. My eyes traveled his floors to look for any discarded pants that would make up my only change of clothes for today. Perhaps it would be a good idea to head back home before walking into the clubhouse looking like a backwoods ho.

  Before I could even get up to walk out of the room, Blackjack had already opened the door to find me putting on a shirt.

  “Going somewhere so early?” He cocks a brow with a smirk.

  “We have an appointment, don’t we?”

  Blackjack nods, “You’re correct.”

  I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Well, shouldn’t I get some clothes before someone puts two and two together?”

  He shrugs and leans down to the bed, pulling his covers back up to the headboard. “Shouldn’t matter.”

  “Blackjack,” I mutter lowly.

  “Ashley,” he mimics just as low, giving me a playful glance from the bed. “Even before we step into that clubhouse, people are already going to know you’re mine.”

  “Yeah, but,” I say, folding my arms over my chest.

  “But’ nothing, Monroe.” He stands back up and starts his walk around the bed, “This isn’t a one-night stand to me.”

  “Neither is it to me,” I reflect at him, staying rooted to my ground.

  With every step he took closer to me, his expression grew more serious until he finally stops before me.

  “Then you should know I’m not talking out of my ass when I say I want to be with you.”

  “I know,” I restate simply.

  “No, you don’t,” He shakes his head with a smile, taking my shoulders softly. “You don’t know how much I mean it when I say I’ll always be here to protect you. You don’t even realize how crazy you make me feel. You have no fuckin’ idea how much you’ve always driven me mad Ash. Fuck, why do you think I left? When you kissed me that day, I knew that there was no way I’d be able to stay away from you. I wasn’t gonna be a predator, so I left. You make me fuckin’ crazy.”

  It all made sense in his one comment to me. He didn’t leave because he didn’t care, he left because he didn’t want anyone viewing him as a predator. Yeah, I was sixteen, but I wasn’t a child. Sure, there’s an argument to go with that, but hearing why he left helped me in this moment. His reasoning behind it helped heal part of my heart that hurt from all those years ago. I bit my bottom lip and finally looked up into his stare, feeling those intense brown eyes completely draw me closer to him.

  “You never told me that. Not once,” I tell him, searching his brown eyes.

  “Nope. Never did. I should’ve after you came home, but shit, Monroe. That isn’t easy. You think it’s easy for me to explain everything. It’s not easy for me.” His hand slides up from my shoulder to take my chin tenderly. Just that very gesture made me close my eyes as I was already lost in that very touch. I could feel him leaning down to my face, his warm breath brushing across my little nose. Funny, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when I noticed tha
t minty scent of toothpaste.

  “What are you smiling at?” He mutters against my lips.

  “You,” I chuckle, leaning back for a moment to see his confused expression.

  “Can you be a little more specific?”

  “You left me in bed,” I started, walking my little fingers up to his chest to take his jaw in my palm, “because you’re conscious of your morning breath?”

  He tilts his head back, grinning like a wolf. “That’s the first thing you notice when a man tries to kiss you, Monroe?”

  “I just thought it was awfully cute,” I giggle at him.

  “Yeah, we’ll see how cute you are when you go under the needle.”

  “Killjoy!” I whack his chest and push past his arms.

  The two of us got ready for the rest of the morning. There wasn’t any time for breakfast but there was plenty of toothbrushes to spare while I made myself presentable. When I joked with Blackjack as to whether he wanted to be a dentist before going into the medical field, his remark was that he’d never gotten a cavity in his life and he wasn’t going to let Dex be the exception. As if the tattoo wasn’t stressing enough, that was another thing I didn’t think of before agreeing to this arrangement. Would his son be alright with these arrangements? The boy didn’t even know me that much apart from when I saw him at the clubhouse. Sure, he was old enough to understand but would he accept me into this family?

  Before I could think too hard into it, Blackjack had tossed my pants at me just as I finished brushing. I threw him a glare back to which he chuckled and insisted I hurry up before the tattoo artist jilts us and leaves.

  After last night, my legs were cramping up so much that I felt like a newborn fawn walking out on his driveway. After the first round we had rounds three, four, five, and well, it went up until I stopped counting at eleven.

  A part of me wanted to curl back up into his bed with an aspirin but the second he got on his bike, I was already climbing on behind him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of teasing me for being a little sore.