HARD KNOX (8 page)

chapter fourteen

(knox)

*THEN*

I got the word she was at a party
and drinking a lot. The last time I talked to her she said she and her mother
had gotten into it pretty bad. To the point where they pushed each other and
her mother slapped her. She called her mother a whore for sleeping with my
father and her mother booted her out.

Some dumb ass friend in college
dragged her to a party for fun.

Matteo tried keeping me out of it.
The old man tracked me down and put me in a corner to convince me otherwise.

I wasn’t having it.

At the very least he asked if I’d
take my leather cut off. Whether it was a test or not, I made it very clear the
leather cut would never leave my body.

I took Slam with me and we rode
through the hills, just outside the city, where a college campus crawled
through the trees. Completely hidden from the real world, it stood and served
as a way for people to spend four years figuring out what they wanted to do
with their lives.

I won’t lie, it was an easy place
to pick up women who were looking for a little outlaw wildness. We always called
them
one-nighters
because if they stayed at the clubhouse for a night,
by morning, they were all but begging for a ride back.

The second I went into the house,
it was like a fucking movie scene. People everywhere. All of them holding red
cups. Beach balls getting bounced around. Music thumping. Out back, the yard
was just as full. All eyes were on me and Slam as we walked through the place.
I asked everyone in sight where Ana was and most of them knew nothing. Of
course they didn’t know her… she didn’t fucking go to college there. She didn’t
go to college anywhere. That opportunity in life was pissed away a long time
ago.

I finally found her dumb ass friend
and asked her where Ana was. She pointed upstairs with a red faced grin.

I turned to bolt.

Slam grabbed for me but I was gone.
My shoulders were wide and I knocked everyone out of my way. Two guys made
comments at me but I didn’t bother stopping. Slam did though. He never gave up
the chance to knock someone’s jaw off. That left me alone as I walked up the
stairs of the house. I started with the first door I could find and started
kicking them in. There was some crazy shit going on - nothing I hadn’t done in
my life up to that point - but I couldn’t stop fearing what I’d find when I
found Ana.

The last door on the right was the
one.

I opened it and the first thing I
saw was Ana on the bed. Her head turned toward me, eyes half shut. Her arms
were limp, a red cup on the floor, booze spilled onto the carpet.

Some asshole was on top of her,
lifting her shirt up. I saw him kiss below her belly button, his other hand
pulling at her jeans, and I lost my mind.

I stepped into the room and the
asshole looked up at me. He smiled, like he was a king about to feast.

“Hey, bro,” he said. “When I
’
m done you can have her.”

Yeah, that wasn’t the right thing
to say to me in that moment.

I walked around the bed and grabbed
the asshole by his shirt. I threw him so hard against the wall he bounced off
it and came flying at me. There was shock in his eyes but that was quickly
replaced by tears when I nailed him in the jaw. He flew to the left, into a
dresser, knocking everything off it. He stumbled and groaned, trying to mumble
something at me. He grabbed a few picture frames and launched them at me but I
swatted them away.

When I got him by the back of the
neck I slammed his face off the wall, over and over, my mind unable to stop
playing images of what this guy intended to do to my Ana. To my darlin’. My
girl. And she wasn’t even coherent enough to make a decision and tell this
prick not to touch her body.

It might have been ten hits… maybe
fifty… but I felt someone grab my arm.

It was Slam.

He pulled me away from the guy and
the guy toppled to the ground, crying like a baby.

“Bro,” Slam said to me, “go take
care of Ana. I got this.”

Yeah, Slam wasn’t there to stop me
from beating the guy. He took over for me.

Slam had massive feet. And he
kicked the guy over and over as I tended to Ana.

I kept her head turned to the side
as I checked to make sure nothing had happened. The next day I’d get the entire
story and truth. That she was upset and just drank too much at once. That some
guy was grabbing at her and she sort of liked the attention but had no
intention of going upstairs with him. She actually went upstairs to get sick
and somehow ended up in the bedroom.

Man, the rage that soared through
me during that night and the day after was bad.

But that night I lifted Ana up and
made her walk with me.

She finally did get sick - all over
my leather cut.

It pissed me off, but it was Ana.
My darlin’. My girl. I would have carried her to the end of the world, puke all
over my leather, shirt, arm, and leg.

All for her.

I took her to the clubhouse and
took care of her all night.

Not in the way I wanted to though.

But I saved her that night.

I told myself then I would
forever save her - no matter if it cost me my life.

chapter fifteen

(knox)

*NOW*

She stepped out of the bathroom and
I felt all that rage rush back to me. I wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t blind. I
knew Ana had been with other guys. It was only right she explore her needs and
wants. I knew she’d never find anyone better than me, but the thought of
another man even looking at her made me insane. But to see a bruise under her
right eye…

I reached back and felt for my gun.
Not to hurt Ana. Never. I had the sudden urge to blast out of that apartment
and go find Porter. He was going to take a bullet for this.

Ana just stood there, afraid.

I didn’t want her afraid. Or
ashamed.

“This is my fault, darlin’,” I said
to her.

“How?”

I swallowed hard. Goddammit,
emotions were trying to nip at me right then. I didn’t get emotional like that.
Fuck that.

I stepped toward Ana, my hands
demanding I hold her. Demanding I steal all her pain and fear. It was all she
ever had in her life. From the second her perfect middle class life was ripped
apart by her father.

“I should have never kept my
distance,” I said to her. I touched her face but not the bruise. “I will never
do that again, darlin’. This has been real from the day I met you. Fuck,
nothing has ever been so real to me. Nothing will ever be so real.”

Ana reached for me, grabbing at my
jeans. I felt her nails touch my skin and it set me on fire. Her fingers curled
and were inside my jeans. She pulled at me, backing up, pinning me against her
body.

She looked up at me with those eyes
that had been trying to find a pulse in my heart for years. Little did she know
she was the lightning bolt that kept me alive.

With my other hand, I touched her
breast, over her shirt. I squeezed and she let out a whimper, putting her head
back against the wall.

I lowered my head down to hers. I
stood there, our foreheads touching, the line of temptation already a mile
behind us. That wasn’t the problem. It had nothing to do with loyalty,
relationship, or cheating. Fuck all that shit too. Ana was my darlin’. Ana was
my girl. I was her man. I was her outlaw. I was fucking Knoxville, the only guy
she ever needed.

Right then, we were crossing the
line of a wild romance that was going to rip us both apart. And right then,
without saying a word, we were both ready for it.

“I swear I’ll tell you everything,”
she whispered to me. “Later.”

She bit her lip, blocking me from
kissing her. Not that she meant to block a kiss from me, but I wasn’t concerned.

She had another set of lips that
I was dying to taste again
…

I dropped down and heard her gasp.
My hands grabbed her pants and I ripped at them. I needed to see her, touch
her, fucking taste that sweet honey I’d been missing for a long damn time. She
bounced against the wall as she lifted her legs one at a time letting me take
her pants off. She opened her legs, showing me a little wet spot on her red
panties.

“Fucking hell, darlin,’” I groaned.

I put my face right between her
legs, my nose rubbing against that wet spot, smelling the sweet desire that
poured out of her body. There was nothing better than that. One sniff shot
through my body. My cock thickened, filling right up, knowing tonight was the
fucking night I’d get Ana all to myself.

I slid my hands up to her hips and
took hold of her panties. I eased them down her legs, my eyes right at her
pussy. She was clean shaven, well kept for me, her delicate pink folds
glistening with her wetness. My hands grabbed her ass and pulled, and I got myself
a face full of her pussy.

My tongue started by lapping up all
that wetness on her labia. Then my tongue flirted, tasting her from bottom to
top. I curled my tongue around her clit and pulled, putting her clit against my
teeth. I gave a little playful tug, making Ana cry out and jump at me. She
grabbed my hair and started to thrust at me.

My darlin’ wanted more.

I had plenty to give.

My tongue pressed to her tender,
forgiving hole and I entered her. She was as perfect as I could ever remember
her. The tightness of her pussy, the way she bucked her hips at me, leaning
forward, wanting me to go deeper inside her.

So innocent to look at but wild
when we were alone.

Was anything sexier than that?

I pulled away from her for a second
and admired my beautiful darlin’. Her folds were curled open, like a flower
bloomed, full of morning dew that the sun would lick off. I went in for more,
my thirst unquenchable, which was good for both of us.

I brought my right hand to her
pussy, two fingers easing inside her. My tongue circled around her clit a few
times before I started to suck against her soft skin and her beautiful pearl. I
kept her in my mouth, even as she started to jump and cry out.

Good girl
… you
’re
going to come all over my face
…

Ana lifted her right leg and
wrapped it around my back. We were right there in the fucking hallway of her
apartment. Shit, we hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet.

It was fucking beautiful and
perfect.

I slipped my fingers from her sweet
pussy and kept going down. I felt her ass and instantly made circles, feeling
her body tense but start to forgive what I had intended for her. My two
fingertips began to enter her other hole and she let out another wild cry.

“Fuck, Knox,” she moaned.

I licked up from her clit to her bare
skin and pulled away.

“Come on my face,” I ordered her. “Right
now. I want to taste it all, darlin’. Understand me?”

Her hips were rocking back and
forth as my fingers sank deeper into her ass. She hissed at me and I caught the
flicker of a smile. My wild darlin’ loved it. She knew I knew what she liked
and how she liked it. I knew she only trusted me with this.

I eased my fingers out of her but I
wasn’t done at that naughty spot. I left my fingertips there, making circles,
keeping her body quivering.

My mouth latched to her pussy
again, tasting her again. This time I was playing for keeps. I licked from her
hole, up to her clit, curling my tongue. Then I’d reverse the move and let the
bottom of my tongue flick down at her clit. I kept right there with the same
move, tasting her sweetness, listening to the wet sound, and the best part… feeling
her come to the edge of orgasm.

“Right now, darlin’,” I said. “Right
fucking now.”

“Knox,” Ana cried out. “Knox… Knox…”

That’s what I wanted for her. Her
freedom to finally scream my fucking name as much as she wanted to. Her fingers
curling tighter around my hair, pulling me tighter to her pussy.

Good fucking girl.

She jerked forward, over and over,
as she started to come.

Both of her holes began to pucker.
A fresh gush of wetness poured from her like I had broken open a dam. Her left
knee suddenly buckled and I had to quickly put both hands to her ass and hold
her up. She then threw her left over me, her back against the wall, me keeping
her from crashing to the floor. It looked as though I was going to power bomb
her to the floor.

My hands kneaded at her ass as my
mouth devoured her pussy. She cried out and screamed, her body wiggling,
jumping, trying to pull away from me.

When she started to ease down a
little, she put her feet to the floor. I then kissed up her body, my hands
taking her shirt off. I rolled it up and threw it to the floor. Ana’s face
looked enraged. She then reached back and took her own bra off.

Her beautiful tits pressed forward
at me, as supple as I could remember. Her nipples were thick and round, their
dark pink color a different shade than the perfect lips of her pussy. Goddamn,
how could one woman be so perfectly made?

My left hand touched her breast,
cupping her, then my fingers one at a time running across her nipple. She was
already erect, both nipples poking out like little fingers.

I was suddenly hungry again.

I put my mouth to her tit and
started to suck like I expected something to come out.

Ana grabbed at my jeans again. She
ripped open my belt buckle and fought with the button and zipper of my jeans.
The second she pushed my jeans and boxers down a few inches, my cock was right
there, thick and coiled up like a snake ready to attack.

When her fingers touched me, she
let out a whimper.

When my cock finally popped free, I
groaned. I pulled away from her tit and put my forehead to hers again. We both
stared down at my big dick. Her hand looked so tiny as she scaled it up and
back, trying to wrestle to get her fingers to touch around the insane girth.

Not a chance, darlin
’.

But it was fucking cute to watch.

And it felt goddamn good.

She gripped at the head of my cock
and twisted her hand. I thrust at her, breaking her hand open, pointing my dick
where I wanted it. I bent my knees and she opened her legs. My dick disappeared
between her legs. I felt her labia brush against the top of my shaft as she
painted me with her cum. The heat quickly followed and when I pulled back, my
cock was glistening.

“Take me, Knox,” Ana said, sounding
breathless. “Please. Right now. Save me.”

Ana took her hand from my dick and
she started to push off my leather cut. I let her take it off me, letting it
fall to the floor. I then let her take my shirt off, giving her time to admire
all the new muscle I had packed on since the last time she saw me shirtless.
All those years of running and lifting with those shitty weights helped to
build a foundation of a lean body. But the last few years? I had enough weights
to open my own fucking gym and I had enough pent up anger and lust for Ana that
my only release was fucking women I didn’t know and lifting a lot of weights.

I was built to protect. I was built
to be looked at, to be touched.
I was built to fuck.

Ana ran her hands over my broad
shoulders. My left arm was tatted up, down to my elbow. My right arm still
clean, for now. Somewhere inside my fucked up heart and head I wanted my right
arm clean so I could dedicate it to Ana. And whatever the hell happened in our
life together.

Some guys gave flowers, but flowers
died. I was going to give Ana my arm, ink, permanent memories etched into my
body for forever. That was fucking romance.

As she touched my chest, her entire
body quivered and she bit her lip again.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I asked.

“I think I just came again,” she
said as her cheeks turned red.

Holy fucking hell.

I reached forward and touched her
sweet and soft pussy. Sure enough, she was gushing again. It was like putting
my hand under running water. I curled my fingers just once and pulled away, my
fingers soaked with her cum.

“Fuck, Ana,” I said.

“Yes, do that,” she said. “
Fuck
Ana.
Fuck me.”

I pressed my body to hers and
lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, my cock resting against her
pussy again. We started to kiss as I started to walk with her in my arms. The
lust between us had been a fire ignited a long time ago. That lust never
changed to love but love simply entered the picture. That was new for both of
us.

Now we could collide them both
together.

She kissed me fucking hard, her
body bouncing at me, driving that succulent pussy of hers to the steel shaft of
my cock. Her nails were already digging into the thick muscle of my back,
trying to rip me open.

Easy, darlin
’, you
’ll
have plenty of time to scratch me.

I brought my hands around and
grabbed her by her perfectly curved hips. I broke her away from me and tossed
her to the bed. She was like a toy to me now. Everything I had wanted was now
mine. And she was an obedient toy, her pretty little eyes burning right back at
me, ready to take command as I spoke.

And shit, I didn’t even need to
speak for what I wanted next.

Ana got on her hands and knees and
crawled to the edge of the bed right at me. Her right hand cupped under the
root of my cock and pressed it up. Her hand slid up and was replaced by her
mouth. She kissed the bottom of my shaft, her lips and tongue trading off. She
was so sloppy and horny it was insatiable.

I reached for her back, my
fingertips grazing her skin. I stared down and watched her lick and kiss her
way all the way up my long and thick dick. She put her hand to the top of my
shaft, pulling my dick down, and her mouth opened and eased over me. The warmth
of her mouth and the way she tried to muscle her way to move her tongue was
enough to make me want to fill her mouth with my cum. I brought my hand to the
back of her head and pulled, watching the look of surprise in her eyes as she
started to accept another thick inch… followed by another… and another… and…

Ana put both hands flat to the bed
and braced herself. I had my hands at the back of her shoulders, pulling. Her
eyes shut and she had her mouth as wide as it could go.

That wasn’t good enough for me.

I demanded more.

My darlin’ could take it. My girl
could take it.

I gently eased forward, bending my
knees a little, giving her another inch of my dick. She let out a growl and
choking sound. I pulled back a little and did it again. She made the same sound
and I pulled back again. We played this little game for a little bit and I
could feel the way the back of her throat reached its breaking point, closing
up, squeezing against me. When I pulled back, the sensitive head of my cock
scraped along the top of her mouth.

I took my dick out of her mouth and
braced myself. My balls were wound up too tight. There was no stopping now. She
was going to take this first load into her sexy mouth.