Knox #2
“You’re family, baby,” she said, “And anyone who can’t see the beauty in what the three of you have? Let them choke on their bitterness.”
That night, we didn’t just break bread. We built something sacred and blessed.
The night was here. Months of searching, planning, creating, and now, Olive & Oak was alive.
Booked solid from the minute the doors opened, the soft murmur of conversations, the clink of glasses, the low pulse of jazz weaving under it all, it was everything I’d envisioned, and more.
I stood in the kitchen, plating duck breast glazed with fig and molasses, my black-on-black Tom Ford suit somehow still pristine despite the controlled chaos around me.
Gold cufflinks, olive pocket square, and those glinting canines caught the camera’s flash as someone snapped a candid shot.
A chef in couture, ridiculous, probably, but also me, authentically.
Maverick was working the room like a born host, and Ajaih looked devastating in a copper-colored, strapless leather dress that stopped just above her knees and hugged her like it was in love.
My parents beamed every time someone complimented them on their “brilliant, fearless” son.
The opening was star-studded as Brielle Banks and Stephanie Travers came through to enjoy a meal thanks to Ajaih.
She’d kept in touch with both ladies since Monaco, and they’d even made plans to do some ol’ daredevil shit like skydiving.
My parents nearly passed out when they met Caleb, but when Mario Black walked through the door, they went full-out fandom over the young man whooping ass and taking names in the NFL.
I surmised that the man above had given Yanna an endless supply of charm as she had the whole restaurant under her spell in under five minutes—unsurprising as men and women alike watched her hips sway from side to side in a what would be a simple black bodycon dress on anyone but her, all those damn curves made the dress explicit.
When the final course had been served and dessert plates cleared, I stepped into the dining room to applause and flashbulbs.
I cleared my throat, raised a glass.
“To family,” I said, “To chosen family, to vision, to fire, and to every sleepless night it took to make this dream real.”
I looked directly at Maverick and Ajaih.
“And to the two people who keep me steady, even when I’m storming, who love me with hands and hearts wide open.”
I saw the flicker in Maverick’s eyes, the way Ajaih bit her lip and blinked fast. I winked, just for them.
“And to Dana, our wine lady, our alchemist. Thank you for making my madness into magic.”
Dana blushed, lowering her glass with a soft smile. I felt the heat simmer behind her eyes even across the room.
By midnight, the space quieted. My staff hugged me goodnight, some of them with tears in their eyes.
Maverick took my parents back to our place to settle in for the night.
Ajaih kissed my cheek, whispering, “I’m so proud of you, Chef Fairfax,” leaving to drop Maverick’s parents off at her place, where they’d been staying during James’ recovery.
Caleb and Yanna called it a night soon after, citing early morning surgery for Yanna.
That left Dana, Ahmir, and me. The restaurant was dim now, golden light soft across linen-covered tables. We cleaned in silence for a while, stealing glances. The air between us thickened. Ahmir stacked chairs while Dana rinsed glasses and I dried, but my eyes never left her.
“I could still taste that wine with the lamb,” Dana said over her shoulder, “It lingered like a secret.”
“You make wine talk,” I replied, “I just listen.”
Ahmir chuckled low behind her, “He got bars tonight,” dapping me up, “But nah fam, this was phenomenal. One of the doctors at the hospital said he tried to make reservations for his anniversary, and y’all are booked out for 6 months.”
“Damn,” was the only word I could muster because the level of gratitude I felt was indescribable.
She stepped closer, wedging herself between Ahmir and me.
“Tonight was perfect,” she murmured.
Ahmir pulled her to him, her back against his chest. His hands settled lightly on her hips, rubbing them gently.
“Was it the wine?” I asked, voice low, “Or the company?” I asked, stepping in front of her.
Dana’s lashes lowered, “Both.”
Ahmir’s voice was a gravelly whisper near her ear, “You’ve been eyeing him all night.”
She exhaled as I brushed her jaw with my knuckles.
Stepping closer, I pushed the soft fuchsia material of her dress over her thighs, lifting them as her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist.
Her breathing quickened, her need and desire written all over her face. My hands slid up her thighs as Ahmir’s hand slid to the base of her throat, steady but commanding, and she arched at the feel of us both.
My hand traced the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate, realizing she didn’t have on any panties.
“Where your panties, mama?” I asked.
Biting her bottom lip, “In your office on your desk,” her voice airy as I cupped her fat pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her in need.
Ahmir bent and whispered something in her ear that made her moan. I leaned in, our mouths a breath apart, our bodies already entangled in something deeper than lust.
I claimed her wanton mouth as I rubbed gentle circles around her clit.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned out.
“This what you want, Baby?” Ahmir asked? “You want Daddy to talk you through it while Knox makes that greedy little pussy gush?”
“Yessssss Mir, pleaseeee.”
I can’t lie, my dick was so hard listening to him talk filthy to her while my fingers moved through her wetness, finally making my way to her opening as I pushed inside her, causing her body to jerk in pleasure.
“This little pussy is very greedy, pulling my fingers in.”
“Fuckkkkkk,” she whimpered out as I slightly curled my fingers, rotating them in and out her creamy canal, her body starting to shake, signaling her pending orgasm.
“That’s right, Baby, cum all over his hand. Be a good girl and tell him how you’ve been thinking about taking his dick while I fuck your face since you met him,” he ordered, applying a bit more pressure to her gorgeous throat.
“Knoxxxxxx.”
“Yeah, Baby,” I whispered against her lips as I kissed them.
“I can’t wait for you to deep stroke me while Mir fucks my throattttt.”
Listening to herself vocalize her desires must’ve been the breaking point.
“I’m cummmingggggg,” she screamed out as her pussy gushed all over my hand.
“Such a good girl,” I praised as I licked my fingers clean before kissing her again.
“A very good girl,” Ahmir added as he kissed her neck.
She was visually spent, as I grabbed a warm cloth and catered to her. She kissed me gently, eyes barely open, telling me we’d talk soon. I dapped up Ahmir as I cut the lights off, set the alarm, and locked up.
It had been a hell of a night, and I couldn’t wait to see what was next.