Chapter 15

Chill Time

Reminisce

I stareover my wine glass, watching Knight with his head bent as he rubs my foot. His long strong fingers are working their magic in the best possible way tonight.

We have music playing as we sit in his living room chilling for the evening. I spent the day on my feet in court, and they’re killing me. I need this foot rub like I need air.

“This is nice,” I moan and take a sip of my wine.

Knight looks up through his curtains of hair and smiles. I bite my lip. This man is so damn gorgeous. It’s no wonder he’s like a drug to me.

His smile lights up his entire face. I find myself daydreaming about those eyes and his sexy lips. If only I could make a copy of him who’s safe.

“It is,” he murmurs. “We’re still on for the vineyards this weekend, right?”

“Yup. I’m excited.”

I swirl the wine in my glass wondering what the wine this weekend will be like. I never thought I’d allow myself so many romantic moments with Knight, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying them. It’s the little things that have me wrapped around his finger.

Breakfast in bed on the weekends, foot rubs like this one, the cute little text while I’m at work—it’s all adding up. If I’m not careful, I’m not going to make it out this time.

Not without being completely heartbroken. I’ve never allowed us to get this close. In the past, I’ve kept him at arm’s length because being close caused me to see too much.

The stress of his job, the danger it brings. The anxiety it creates. Yup, distance is better.

“You should be. I have it all planned out. You’re going to love it,” he says breaking into my musing.

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Bishop and Saga told me about the place themselves.”

I pull my foot back and sit up straighter. “You didn’t tell them about us, did you?” I ask panicked.

“No, I didn’t,” he bites out.

His nostrils flare, and he pushes a hand through the front of his hair. I don’t want to have this conversation, but I can tell from the look in his eyes, he’s not going to allow me to back my way out of this one. It’s been coming for a while now.

“Rem, why can’t we tell anyone about us?”

“We’ve told someone about us,” I say.

“Jamel and Sunny don’t count. You know what I mean. Why shouldn’t I tell my brother or any of the rest of my family?”

“I don’t want to tell our family we’re sleeping together. I wouldn’t make that announcement about anyone I’m dealing with. It’s not just you.”

“Rem—”

He is cut off as his phone rings. I’ve never been happier for that thing to interrupt us. Taking advantage of the moment, I get up and head into the kitchen.

Pouring myself another glass of wine, I get lost in my thoughts. It’s been three weeks and I’ve been happier than ever. I begin to list the pros and cons of our relationship. Knight walks into the room shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants that are sitting low on his hips.

He moves to the refrigerator and grabs a beer, slamming the door shut and keeping his back to me. I get that he’s frustrated, but he wants something we can’t have together. My gaze locks in on the wound on his back.

It’s taunting me as I stare at it. It’s a huge reminder of why we can’t stay together. All the pros go out the window as I look at the raised skin.

“Knight,” I whisper.

He downs his beer, then turns to look at me. I stand speechless, not sure of what to say. I move closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I place the side of my face against his chest and say a silent prayer in thanks to be able to hear his heart beating.

That in itself is a relief. His warmth encases me, lulling me further into the feeling of safety I long for so badly. If I had that, things could be so much different.

“Want to watch a movie?” he murmurs.

I sigh in relief. Turning my head, I place a kiss against his bare chest. He’s not going to make me fight this out tonight, and I’m grateful for it.

“Yeah, that sounds good. You can pick.”

He grunts but kisses the top of my head without another word. We stand in silence for a few more minutes before we head back into the living room to watch a movie. I should thank whoever that was who called him, they bought us some more time.

* * *

Knight

That callthat interrupted us was from an unknown number and there wasn’t any answer on the other end before they hung up. I pushed it aside because of my frustration with where my conversation with Rem was going. Now I’m sitting up staring at the ceiling as my thoughts nag at me.

I can’t sleep. Something in the pit of my stomach won’t let it go. I wonder if Harris will be able to get a trace on it for me. I’ll give him a ring first thing in the morning.

“Knight,” Rem calls out, pulling me from my thoughts.

I look down to find her staring back at me. I reach for her face and run the back of my finger down the bridge of her nose. A smile comes to her lips, causing me to move to trace those next.

She’s so beautiful. I still remember the first time I ever saw her. She took my breath away.

As if reading my mind, she moves to straddle my waist and sits there looking gorgeous as fuck. I allow my gaze to roam over her naked body.

As she glides her hands over my abs, I reach for her breasts and squeeze them in my palms, pinching her tightened peaks. I’m instantly hard. She leans over to connect our lips.

“I need you,” she whispers against my mouth.

I need her too. I’ve been lost in my thoughts because I’ve wanted to bury myself in her instead. She fell asleep halfway through the movie. I had to carry her to bed.

She woke up once before to use the bathroom and strip from her clothes. That’s when I began to want to wake her to fuck for a few hours. Having her ass pressed against my leg while she slept has tested my restraint.

Now that she’s up pleading for me and I have this feeling like our time is running out, I need to be inside her more than ever. I guide her onto my hard length and groan as she seats herself. Her pussy feels so good.

It sucks me into its tight, warm sheath, reminding me that I never have this with anyone else. Nor do I want it with anyone other than her. I sit up so we’re nose to nose, then open my mouth as she opens hers as if she needs to breathe me in as much as I need to breathe her.

“Oh my God, Knight,” she cries as I start to bounce her hard on my cock.

She locks her fingers in my hair and connects our lips. I take over the kiss and devour her sweet mouth. I can’t get enough of her. I break the kiss to lick her face and kiss her cheek before moving my lips to her neck to do the same.

Her pussy tightens around me, but I’m not done for the night. I lift her and place her on the bed, then move to turn her on her stomach. As she lays there trying to catch her breath, I kiss my way from her shoulders down to her ass.

Once at her hot core, I spread her cheeks and dive in to eat her sweet honey. I lift her hips to be able to dive in deeper. She moans and whimpers.

Adding two fingers into the party, I continue to devour her. How does every part of her taste like fruit? She makes my mouth water.

I smooth my hand over her ass cheek and squeeze it. It’s when she reaches back to open herself to me that I can’t wait any longer. The sight of her opening herself to me calls to something primal deep within me.

Slowly, I kiss my way back up her body taking my time to savor every inch of her silky, smooth skin. I keep going until I can latch my lips onto her shoulder as I push into her tight heat after I straddle her hips. She’s so wet as I ride her fat ass.

I sit up and grasp her cheeks as I watch myself move in and out of her. Fuck, it’s always so hot to see our bodies work together. She was made for me.

The way her pussy takes me over and over again as she gets so wet her juices sing to me, says it all. I lick my lips still tasting her on them. This is why I don’t want anyone else. She’s perfection—all I need and desire.

“Knight, yes. You feel so good, don’t stop, babe. Please,” she cries.

“Fuck, baby. Shit, Rem. Uh,” I groan.

“Knight, Knight, Knight.”

My length is coated with her juices as she screams out my name. I fall forward and grab the sheets beside her head. Lifting to my toes, I drill down into her, going crazy in this good ass pussy.

“You’re so deep. Shit,” she breathes.

I reach to grasp her throat and tilt her head back. I lick her lips, causing her to open her mouth. Shoving my tongue inside, I kiss her deeply as I reposition myself to my knees as I keep pounding into her. The sound of my hips popping against her ass fills the room with a thunderous sound.

I brush my sweaty hair out of my face. The sweat dripping down her back taunts me. Not able to resist, I lean in and lick her back, groan at how good she tastes.

Totally turned on, I begin to swell inside her, but I’m not ready for this to end. I pull out and roll onto my back. I turn my head to look into her face.

“Come here,” I command.

She moves onto my chest. I grab the back of her neck and kiss her passionately. She reaches for my length and begins to stroke me.

“I want to taste you,” she says into my mouth.

I groan and nod. She moves down my body and takes me into her mouth. My eyes roll back as she bobs her head in my lap.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

Reaching for her face, I hold her still as I pump my hips up. She takes me with each thrust, only choking when I push in and still. I pull back as her salvia drips down my balls and into my crack.

The way she looks up at me is so fucking hot. I need to feel her wrapped around me again. Seeming to read that fact in my gaze, she sits up and turns around to straddle me and sink down on my cock.

I pulse inside her as she sits, adjusting to me. I grab her hips as she begins to bounce over me. My mind is blown by how good she feels.

She always feels good, but this is different. I feel this connection between us. It’s deeper than ever before.

“Knight, oh my God. You feel … you feel … oh God. You feel so amazing inside me.”

“Take all you can, baby. Use me for your pleasure. This belongs to you.”

She falters a bit as my words ring out. I roll my eyes and tighten my grasp. I reposition us until she’s on her side and take over.

I thrust into her until I’m so deep I don’t know where I begin and she ends. I want her to come out of her head. She may not be ready to admit it, but I’m hers. I always have been.

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