HARD KNOX (13 page)

twenty-one

(ana)

*THEN*

His two fingers twisted inside of
me. He curled them and pulled, bringing a deep tingling sensation that made me
feel like I was going to be paralyzed and pee myself at the same time. All I
could do was thrust my hips up at him, my body aching for release. It felt so
fucking good being in his presence and feeling his touch. Not to mention the
way he hovered over my bed as he wore his Reaper’s Bastards leather cut. He was
the giant monster I should have been afraid of, but this wasn’t some little
girl fairy tale.

This was a woman
’s
fantasy.

And Knox was all mine.

His left hand dug into my hair as
my left hand clutched the bed sheets, my right hand holding tight to his leather
cut.

My pants and panties were down to
my knees.

His zipper was undone and his
massive cock jutted out like a third leg.

I hurried to reach for him with my
left hand, trying to stroke him.

“Hurry, darlin’,” he whispered as
our cheeks touched and we both looked down at the sight before our eyes.

The lower half of my body bucked up
off the bed as he plunged his fingers back into me.

Oh, never in my life had I wanted
to be fucked so badly than I did right then. The only problem was that it was
the middle of the night. As pathetic as it sounded, I was in my early twenties
and had to skip having sex because I feared waking my mother who was in the
next room. I knew damn well that Knox couldn’t
take it easy
when it came
to fucking. He would have pounded me so hard that the headboard would have been
beating against the wall like a hammer.

So I gripped the head of his cock
tight and squeezed.

He twisted his fingers again and I
felt myself ready to explode. Then he pressed his thumb against my clit and
that was all I could manage. I sucked in a breath and crunched forward, trying
to hold back a scream. I looked at Knox, desperate to really let go. He knew
just what to do.

He kissed me.

Our mouths open wide, kissing, and
I was finally able to moan.

I rocked hard against his fingers
as I came, holding onto his dick like a rail for balance.

My ass jumped up and bounced back
down a few times.

Then I went limp, right there in my
bed, gasping for air. My hand was still holding his cock though. So I started
to jerk him off. I knew a man like Knox wanted more and I would have given him
everything. I started to sit up but he put a hand to my shoulder and shook his
head.

“Right there, darlin’,” he
whispered. “Stay right there.”

So I did.

I laid back on the bed, my hand
stroking his amazing cock. It was torturous yet beautiful at the same time.
Watching the look on his face. The ways his lip curled when I touched the root
of his dick. The way he thrust at me when I scaled all the way to his tip.

When a clear liquid seeped from his
tip, I licked my lips, desperate to taste him.

I looked into his eyes, seeking
approval.

He was my outlaw, I was his darlin’.
I loved every second of it.

Knox pulled at the back of my head.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Taste.”

I lunged forward as though I hadn’t
had a drop to drink in days.

The tip of my tongue curled and ran
along the clear liquid. I lapped up his pre-cum and then crashed back to the
bed.

My toes curled and between my legs,
I was still a throbbing mess.

And speaking of throbbing…

I felt Knox’s dick filling even
more. An impossibly big dick and it got even bigger right before he came.

He reached with his right hand and
lifted up my shirt a little more. Just below my breasts.

He trailed his finger down to my
belly button and grinned. “Right here, darlin’. That’s my target.”

My mouth fell open and I couldn’t
speak.

He leaned over my bed and put both
his hands to the wall. His body rocked back and forth as he started to fuck my
hand.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit
…

It ran through my mind a million
times.

Knox sucked in a deeper breath and
when he exhaled, it was with a low, hungry growl.

His body jerked and the first spurt
of cum splashed against my belly. The sudden warmth made me jump as I pulled at
him, aiming it at me. The second spurt filled my belly button with ease. From
there, my hand just pumped to the pulsing rhythm of his cock. I had never seen
so much cum in my life. It oozed down each side of my body, warm and tickling.
When I took deep breaths, it poured out of my belly button.

My hand was smothered and sticky.

I squeezed at the head of his cock
a few more times, making sure there was nothing to waste.

Knox looked down at me as he leaned
over the bed. “Goddamn, darlin’. I never do that. Not with a sweet pussy
between your legs or that fucking mouth of yours. But, goddamn, that was good.”

I took my hand away and placed it
to my stomach. I was a mess of sex.

He slowly reached down and dipped
his middle finger into the pool of jizz in my belly button. When he took his
finger away, I had no idea what he was doing.

Until he placed his finger to my
lips. I opened my mouth and licked the salty reward from his finger. My pussy
ached and I felt myself thrust, unable to control my needs.

“Aw, darlin’,” he whispered. “You’re
not finished all the way yet.”

Before I could say a word, Knox
dipped that same middle finger between my legs, finding my tender clit.

I gasped and jumped up, his cum
pouring down my body. “Shit. Knox.”

A second later, his phone started
to beep.

“Fuck,” he growled.

He grabbed the phone and gritted
his teeth, curling his lip.

“Knox…”

“I have to ride, darlin’,” he said.
“That was my old man. He needs me. Something went bad at a drop. King and Slam
are in a pinch and they need me.”

I grabbed his wrist, ready to plead
my life to him. But I saw it in his eyes. In the matter of a few seconds he
went from wild sex to wild outlaw.

He hooked his pointer finger to my
pussy and sank it deep in me just once. When he pulled it away, he brought his
finger to his mouth and licked.

“That’s going to keep me going all
fucking night, Ana,” he said. “I’ll be back in the daylight for some breakfast.”

Knox kissed my forehead, then my
nose.

He left me quivering and lingering.
It was so bad that I clutched the sheets with both hands, not sure whether to
scream or cry.

My outlaw had left to do his thing
and that meant I didn’t know if he would come back alive.

And me… being Knox’s darlin’… I
cleaned up and waited by the window for him to come back.

I hated we never had a date. I
hated nothing about us was normal.

But all that hate slipped away each
time I saw him.

I told myself I
’d love
him forever - no matter what.

twenty-two

(ana)

*NOW*

The memory crashed into me hard.
For such a long time Knox and me bounced back and forth between something
serious and just two people fooling around. It was hard to train my heart to
believe we were just fooling around because when I looked into his eyes, I felt
something. And I knew he did too.

Knox and I never got a chance to go
out like a real couple. It was just like before. Not that I mind what he did to
my body but then he always seemed to have to go because of the club.

Even when I dropped to my knees and
sucked his beautiful cock until there was nothing left to come out, he still
had to go. I knew that though. I wasn’t sucking him off to keep him from the
Reap. I knew what the life was.

That didn’t mean it didn’t bother
me when he’d leave. Watching him go and knowing that each day was another one
closer to the day he wouldn’t come back. Plus, he’d started a war with
the
family
. For as close as I had been with Porter, I never got to meet higher
up than Porter’s direct boss, Johnny. And even that guy wasn’t all that
powerful.

All I could do was trust in Knox
and the Reaper’s Bastards.

That took a lot out of me though.

I was feeling tired, sluggish,
completely drained. Well, physically drained because of what Knox was doing to
me. We were seriously making up on lost time with so much sex. I had so much of
him inside me… between my legs, in my mouth, all over my body… I was coated
inside and out with Knox’s cum.

And I loved it
… no matter
how dirty it sounded or made me.

I was his darlin’ and he was my
outlaw. Just like before.

Mentally, I was shot. Too much
thinking and not enough answers. Knox warned me that thinking too much would
make me sick. For him, if he thought too much, he’d end up dead. So I guess I’d
take sickness over death.

As I stood in the shower, rinsing
conditioner out of my hair, I felt my stomach do a double front flip. It was so
strong, I lurched forward and coughed. Then I felt it… I spun around just in
time to get sick right there in the shower. Right on my own damn toes too. I
collapsed to my knees and my stomach emptied itself out.

A wicked nauseous feeling went
through my body and I ended up sitting on my ass in the shower. The water
pounded against my chest and ran down my body. I caught my breath and swallowed
until my mouth stopped feeling so dry.

Slowly, I got to my feet and
finished my shower.

I got dressed and looked in the
mirror, wondering why I felt better. It was like a one-time throw up thing. So
weird, right?

I opened the drawer to get my brush
and saw the pregnancy test from Megan. The one she left behind. I paused for a
second started to think about things. Being so wrapped up in Knox… I wasn’t on
the pill or anything like that. I hadn’t taken that in probably a good year, if
not longer.

And Knox…

I had no idea why it never hit me
before, but it hit me right then.

I looked in the mirror and my face
was bright red.

For weeks now I had been letting
Knox inside me. Unprotected. Bare. Beautiful. Coming. Filling…

I ran out of the bathroom and to
the calendar on the fridge. I put a little red x on the date when I’d get my
monthly friend. I peeled back to the previous month and let out a gasp.

Not only had I had lots of
unprotected sex with Knox and not only had I felt sick
… I was late -
like really late.

twenty-three

(knox)

*NOW*

“Anthony and Tony work side by
side,” Uncle Jakey said. “Tony has a thing for little tits on strippers and me
and Hammer used to set up dates for him. Anthony is a hard-nosed prick who will
get a blow job while counting cash and sucking on a fat cigar. They both report
up to Vinny. Vinny is straight out of Reno. Bounced back and forth between
California and Nevada with a few hideouts in Arizona, Colorado, and even
Kansas, if shit got really bad. He set up a little house for his aunt with
dementia. She was a nice woman, made a hell of a chocolate chip cookie. Not so
much anymore.”

“What’s the point?” I asked.

Yeah, I know, I had gotten my dick
sucked before leaving, good for me. But I wanted more than that with Ana. I
wanted to surprise her with some flowers and a ride to the coast for something
to eat and a night to ourselves. I looked like a damn fool with flowers on the
back of my ride and all the guys made sure to break my balls about it.

“The point,” Uncle Jakey said, “is
that when we meet Vinny, know who this guy is. He buries people. Literally.”

I reached into my leather cut and
pulled out the piece of paper the old man had given me. “And we have this. The
locations of a few of the biggest names in
the family
who went missing
on Vinny’s rise to power. This would cause a major shit storm for them. This is
our leverage.”

“Shit,” Matteo said. He sipped
whiskey. “Shit, brother. This is wild.”

“Won’t they just dig up the bodies
and move them?” Slam asked.

“Can’t,” I said. “There’s stuff
built over the bodies. That means if we kick the can over… we’re talking major
press in town.”

“That’s not good for us, Knoxville,”
Uncle Jakey said.

“We won’t kick the can over,” I
said. “This is just us showing our stance. That’s all. Reminding those around
us that the Reap is alive and well. Which is why I want to do this alone.”

“What?” Uncle Jakey asked.

I put my hand up. “Give me a second
here. Fuck. If we all show up, it’s going to cause issues. I want a one on one
with this guy.”

“You know who I am?” Uncle Jakey
asked.

He was a thick, worn out flannel
shirt. His hands were permanently black from working on cars, trucks, and
motorcycles for years. His hair was pulled back, grey. His beard to match. His
was worn but his eyes were still a blue color.

I stood up, taking another defiant
stance. “I’m wearing a Reaper’s Bastards cut. You’re not.”

“I’m acting President,” he said to
me.

“You want to do this?”

“You want to find out about the guy
that was hitting your old lady.”

I made a fist. I was ready to clock
Uncle Jakey in the mouth. The son of a bitch would have taken out his gun and
put a bullet in my head without thinking twice if I did that.

“I think Knox is right,” Slam said.
“He’s the son of the President in prison. The former President, whatever the
fuck Hammer is. You’re a background guy, Uncle Jakey. If Knox rolls up on his
motorcycle, in his cut, with his fucking attitude and his blackmail, I think a
clear message will be sent.”

“Is this what we all think?” Uncle
Jakey asked as he addressed the table.

Man, we were a thin table for a
full running MC. Too many empty chairs. Shit, all we needed was a case of cold
beer, some room temperature whiskey, and a deck of cards and you’d never know
the difference of it being a chapel meeting.

I guess you could have called it
Uncle Jakey’s first vote with the gavel. Nobody gave a
yay
or
nay
,
but everyone nodded in agreement.

“Fine,” Uncle Jakey said. “Ari, you
ride with Knox. We always stick with two. That’s standard rule.”

“Fair enough,” I said. I looked to
Ari and nodded.

He nodded back. He and I had our
beefs in the past but we were tight like brothers. Fuck, what brothers didn’t
throw down with some hard fists once in a while. We always joked and called it
an
Irish hug
.

“There’s more,” Uncle Jakey said.
He lifted the gavel and looked at it. Then he placed it down. “I’m not hitting
this gavel on anything right now. As far as I’m concerned, you guys are nothing
but crazed outlaws looking for action. Knox, you get yourself into trouble out
there and I won’t back you up. Hear that loud. You’re going to kick up dust for
some old pussy, that’s your deal.”

“I can live with that,” I said. “But
this goes beyond Ana. Way beyond Ana.”

“Sure,” Uncle Jakey said. “I’m
going to go to the titty bar. Find some chick with the saddest, deadest eyes
ever. Then I’m going to blow bubbles into her tits until I turn purple.”

That’s how chapel came to an end.

The door shut after Uncle Jakey
left.

“Our leader,” I said with a grin.

“It’s not the worst way to spend
your day,” Elijah said. “You could be King. Sitting in a cell, waiting for your
last day.”

“King,” I whispered.

Damn, like I needed that little
ping to heart.

I glanced at Ari again and he gave
another nod.

It was time to ride.

My entire future hung in the
balance.