Before the Storm

Chapter 13

“The guys and I have been together for about four months; I can’t believe it has been that long. The time spent getting to know each other again has been amazing. I started working for Knox. It turns out, I am great at being his secretary. It’s not that much different than what I did at the doctors’ office. Sometimes we take breaks from work and fuck like animals on his desk.

Phoenix treats me like a queen; he buys me everything, even though I constantly tell him that I don’t need anything. He doesn’t listen. Aidan is still keeping his distance and has not opened up to me, but he is a fantastic trainer. I have abs!

Unfortunately, Aidan makes me eat way healthier now than ever before, but the food he cooks tastes so fucking good. I honestly don’t miss my every night takeout. I moved in with the guys two months ago because I ended up staying at their place practically every night anyway. Skylar is happy to have her own space; I still pay rent, though, so she doesn’t have to move.

“Life is good again, Mom. I wish you were here to see it. Anyways, I have to go; I have something big planned for tonight to get Aidan to open up. I am sorry it took me so long to come back here. I love you.” I say as I kneel on the soft soil surrounding her grave. God, I miss her. Kissing her headstone, I stand and walk back to my car.

Knox surprised me with a car. Apparently, mine was terrible, and the guys didn’t want me driving in a ‘death trap’, so they got me a vehicle. I told them to return it, but they refused, saying that my old car was already at the junk yard.

On my drive home, I start thinking of ways to get closer to Aidan, and I put a plan into motion. I know Aidan has a fight tonight. I haven’t been to one of his fights yet because he doesn’t want me there. The place is filled with the lowlifes of the city: murderers, rapists, and everything in between. He doesn’t want me near them, but tonight I will be there, and he can kiss my ass if he doesn’t like it.

Pulling into the driveway, I park and head inside to get ready. Aidan has been so distant, and I want to show him that I want everything with him. We have been friends, but I want more. He is mine, and I will prove it tonight. I get dressed in skintight, leather pants and a red crop top that highlights my boobs nicely and shows off my belly ring. I paired my outfit with black biker boots and a leather jacket. In the time I have been back with the guys, they’ve retrained me on how to shoot a gun and how to properly fight, not just to get away from someone. I also secretly got my motorcycle license. I wanted to have something in common with Aidan to show him I care.

Knowing Aidan left already for the warehouse, I head downstairs and run into Knox’s office. He takes one look at me and drops whatever he’s working on.

“Well, hello gorgeous, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Knox asks.

I walk over to him, and he backs up his chair so I can stand between his legs, putting my hands on his shoulders and kissing him. The kiss deepens and Knox drags me closer to him. Groaning into his mouth, I slowly pull away. No matter how horny I am, I have a mission, and I need it to succeed. Tonight is about seducing Aidan. He has still yet to kiss me, and I am fucking sick of it. “I need your help with something, and you need to promise you won’t get mad,” I tell Knox after stepping away.

“Alright, what are you scheming, baby girl? You haven’t dressed up this nicely since date night a few weeks ago. I’m not saying you aren’t normally hot, but you’re blowing my mind right now. I am so fucking hard, and I want to shove my dick inside your tight pussy. So tell me what you need help with before I let my basic instincts take over,” Knox says with lust-filled eyes.

His words make my already-soaked panties drenched. I have to squeeze my thighs together to relieve some tension. “Can you come with me? I want to surprise Aidan, but I’m not dumb enough to go alone. I have a surprise for him, and I want you to promise not to freak out,” I tell him.

“You know he doesn’t want you there, but I think it will be good for the both of you. I will go, but what aren’t you telling me?” Knox raises his eyebrows.

“So… I secretly got my motorcycle license. When I said I was hanging with Sky, we got our licenses together, and I saved up for a bike. I wanted to surprise Aidan. I needed something to connect with him again. I am hoping he won’t push me away anymore. I can’t take it, Knox. I am losing my mind,” I say as tears fill my eyes. I fucking hate showing emotion like this, but I’ve hit my fucking breaking point. Four months, and he still hasn’t kissed me or touched me. The last time was when I first slept with the guys over two months ago. I can’t do it anymore. Something needs to change with us, and it will change tonight.

“I knew you got your license. I know everything about you, baby. I kept it from the guys, though. I was wondering when you would tell me. I will help you because I hate seeing you cry. I assume you want to ride separately; we can do that, but you’re wearing a tracking bracelet in case we get separated. I am not taking any chances. You are my priority. If Aidan doesn’t change after tonight, I will talk to him,” Knox says and then kisses my forehead.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. I love you,” I tell Knox. My face turns beet red, when I realize I just told him I loved him. Fuck, it is way too soon! And judging by Knox’s face he is super shocked. I start to turn away when Knox grabs me.

“Baby, look at me. I can see you’re freaking out. Take a deep breath. I love you, too. I was waiting for the right time. I am a little pissed that you said it first, though,” Knox says while chuckling.

I take a deep breath and then kiss the ever-loving shit out of him. I need him inside me right now; fuck my plan. The fight doesn’t start for another hour, and to be honest, I was expecting a fight with Knox, so I made sure I had time to spare. Moaning against his mouth, I say, “Sir, I need you inside me now, please,” I beg.

“Baby girl, you never have to ask, but I love when you do. Now turn your cute ass around, and place your hands on my desk,” Knox growls out.

I quickly turn around and follow his instructions. My hands are on the desk, and Knox unbuttons my pants. He pulls them down to my knees, and I feel a hot breath of air near my entrance. I moan when I feel him tongue me from clit to my entrance. Pushing my ass in his face, he stops and tells me not to move. Groaning, I listen, but I need more. I beg him to fuck me again, and he goes back to tasting me like I am his last meal, then suddenly, I feel two fingers enter me. He is stretching me out for his dick. He doesn’t need to with how wet I already am, but Sir always makes sure I am prepared, and I thank him for it every time. He removes his fingers once he thinks I am stretched enough, and I whimper at the loss.

“Be a good girl and bend over. I want your ass in the air. I need you to grip the desk, so you don’t move. Do you understand?” Knox asks in his dominant voice.

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I tell him and do as he says. Once he’s in position, I hear his belt hit the floor and shiver in anticipation. I feel the head of his dick press against my entrance. He slides it back and forth, using my slick as lubricant, then he slowly starts pushing in but pulls back out before he gets far. I start to protest, but Knox surprises me by thrusting all the way in and bottoming out inside me.

I scream his name in ecstasy. Fuck, he feels so good inside me. I love feeling full and having him stretch me. There isn’t a better feeling in the world than when I am with my guys. He starts fucking me hard and fast, just as I like it. Reaching around, he starts rubbing that little bundle of nerves to push me over the edge. I’m close.

“Baby girl, I need you to come for me right now. I need to feel your walls tighten around my cock as I fill you,” Knox says and groans.

I nod, unable to form words right now, but his words instantly set me off. I spasm around him, and I can feel Knox’s release, which sets off another orgasm. I feel him leaning against my back, trying to catch his breath. I am doing the same, panting against his desk. I love our quick fucks. We sure have gotten a lot of practice perfecting the quickie while at work. He begins to soften inside me and pulls out. I whimper at the loss and hear Knox chuckle behind my back.

“Does my baby like having me inside her?” Knox asks.

“You know I do, but we do have to hurry and clean up. I don’t want to be late to his fight,” I say, turning around and quickly kissing him on the lips.

“What do you mean clean up? I want you to feel me dripping out of your cunt the rest of the night. You are mine, and I want you to smell like me,” Knox says, sounding like the possessive man he is.

Rolling my eyes, I head to the bathroom. I clean up because infections are no joke. I will not get a UTI because Knox wants to be a dominant ass. He will have to get over it. My health matters way more than listening to a possessive asshole. I mean, I love the possessive asshole but still. I try to keep as much inside me as possible, so Sir doesn’t throw a fit. My panties are wet, and I still have to get the damn leather pants back on. Fuck, why did I have to break my own plan? I planned it that way for a damn reason. Shimmying the pants back on the best I can, I finally get them where they need to be, but not without getting workout in the process.

Once I’m cleaned up, I go into the living room to wait for Knox, but I see that he is already there. We get in his car and leave for the fight. I have to admit that his ride gets me going. I look over at Knox, and I see him smirking. He knows what this car does to me. Huffing, I cross my arms, and he laughs. He revs the engine, making me squirm in my seat.

We stop by Skylar’s place, and I get out of the car and move over to my bike. Getting my helmet on, I straddle the bike and start it up. Revving my engine, I give Knox the thumbs up to drive away. I will follow behind him since I don’t know where the warehouse the fight is taking place is located; all I know is that it’s a warehouse. Apparently, they keep the location a surprise until the night of the fight. The fighters get a message telling them where the fight will be held, and if you’re in the know, then you get a text with the location. I mean, it makes since it’s an illegal fight ring. They obviously don’t want to chance the cops knowing where it is and shutting it all down.

Pulling in behind Knox, I turn my bike off and dismount. He gets out of his car and walks my way. I am smiling from ear to ear because I just rode here in the dark! On my motorcycle! I am on cloud nine, and nothing can bring me down.

“Baby girl, seeing you ride that bike has gotten me hard all over again. You’re so fucking gorgeous. If Aidan doesn’t come to his senses, it’s his goddamn loss. You’re perfection,” Knox tells me as he wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I lean back into his chest, breathing in his scent. He smells like menthol and leather, and it’s so fucking intoxicating.

We hold hands as we head into the building, so everyone knows I’m off-limits. I get a few looks beyond friendly, but I ignore everyone except Knox. I am so nervous; my palms are clammy, and my heart is racing. My mind keeps going over every possible outcome. What if Aidan gets mad and never speaks to me again? Or what if he loses focus because I’m here and gets seriously hurt? I’m starting to regret coming now. Knox must sense something is wrong because he stops and stares at me.

“Baby, deep breaths. You’re overthinking things. I am with you. Everything will be fine,” Knox calmly whispers in my ear.

He’s right. I am probably freaking out over nothing right now. Everything will be fine. We finally get to a spot where we can see the cage. I have a direct line of site, and Knox stands protectively behind me. When Aidan makes his entrance, it will be hard for him to miss us. We are about ten feet from the cage and directly in front of where the men come out. Well, I assume that is where they will come from. I don’t see any other entrance. The announcer grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the cage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Tonight, our reigning champion needs no introduction. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, Aidan the Ace! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds, his opponent, Blake the Butcher!”

I see Aidan walking toward the ring, head in the zone, not paying any attention to the crowd. He is wearing boxing shorts that ride low on his hips, making my mouth water. I hear girls screaming next to me that they will spread their legs for him. I am about the throw hands at these bitches, but Knox must sense the move because he wraps his arms around me and tells me to ignore them. I do, but just because I catch his opponent walking out, and my heart starts to race. There is no way this guy is one hundred and ninety-three pounds. He looks like he weighs at least two hundred and twenty. What the fuck!?

I can’t believe Aidan has to go up against him. Isn’t there a weight rule or something? This fight shouldn’t be allowed. Aidan could get seriously injured. I see Phoenix outside the cage talking to him. I hope he is telling Aidan to call off the fight. I’m not sure I can watch this. “Isn’t there some sort of weight rule?” I ask Knox.

“No. Not here. This is underground fighting; people can lie about their weight to face the best people. Unfortunately for us, Aidan is the best. He can handle this guy,” Knox says.

I look up at Knox and can tell he is lying just by the worried look on his face. I won’t call him out on it because if Knox is nervous, I am totally fucked, and not in the fun way. I gulp and slide my sweaty palms against my leather pants, trying to dry them off, but it’s useless. Why did I think it was a good idea to come tonight? This is such a bad decision. If Aidan gets hurt, I am going in that cage and stabbing this fucker. How dare he lie about his weight to face Aidan. No wonder his name is Blake the Butcher. The dude is fucking ripped, he has a scar halfway down his face, and I think he’s missing a few teeth. The guy gives me the creeps just by looking at him. The announcer speaks to the fighters about the rules and has them tap fists before backing into their respective corners.

The fight begins, and Aidan meets Blake in the center of the ring, both quick on their feet, trading punches and observing the other for any weaknesses. They move so fast that it’s hard to keep up. Aidan lands a punch to Blake’s side, pushing him back a little, but Blake returns the punch before Aidan can block it and hits him in the ribs. They go back and forth, throwing punches, for a few more minutes until Aidan appears to get sick of fucking around and punches Blake hard in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. The crowd chants Aidan’s name, but the fight isn’t over yet. Blake gets back to his feet, and he seems a little wobbly but quickly regains his balance and goes after Aidan.

They exchange punch for punch until Blake gets a lucky shot in, hitting Aidan in the face and splitting his eyebrow open. I can see blood running down his face. I am standing on my tippy toes, nervous to see how it will end. Aidan looks slightly disoriented from the last hit, but he shakes it off and throws another punch; this time, knocking Blake out cold. I hear the thud of him hitting the ground, and the crowd goes wild.

Everyone is cheering, including Knox and me, when the announcer calls the fight with Aidan as the winner. I smile from ear to ear, and I see Phoenix enter the cage to congratulate him. Next to Phoenix is see a beautiful blonde who walks up to Aidan and presses a kiss on his lips. My face instantly drops, along with my heart. I see red and take off, running out of the warehouse as fast as I can.

Fuck this and fuck them! I knew it was too good to be true. I can hear Knox calling my name, but it’s too late. As I’m heading out the door, I feel someone grab my ass, and I lose it. Turning around, I punch whatever idiot grabbed me square in the face, not caring who it is. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Aidan. He appears shocked to see me. Well, I can imagine he is shocked, the cheating fucking piece of shit. He rushes toward me, so I turn and bolt, running as fast as I can over to my bike. I get to her side and quickly yank my helmet on my head. I can strap it later. Throwing a leg over, I mount my motorcycle, turn it on, and speed out of the lot.

I threw my tracking bracelet on the ground next to Knox’s car. Fuck them all; they knew and just didn’t want to tell me. I imagine that’s why Aidan never wanted me here in the first place. That would have been nice to know before I made a fool out of myself over these men again.