Chapter 18 Monroe
MONROE
I couldn’t get enough of him. Even though my body was spent and even though Knox was puffing for air, I felt his cock rise back to life between my legs.
His pleasure-clouded eyes darkened again as my eyes fluttered open, his cock pressing lewdly against my walls.
He was growing thicker than he had done the first time, and I felt a surge of electricity spark my body back to life.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled him over.
His beautiful brown eyes widened with shock as I grinned down into his face.
I planted my hands on his chest and swiveled my hips, feeling how our juices poured from my body.
Every time I rolled, his cock hit this beautiful spot.
It made me gasp for air and caused my thighs to jump, and his grin got wider every time it happened.
I held his gaze, rocking against him as his hands gripped my hips tightly.
Then he sat up straight and pulled me close to him as his back sat against the couch.
My knees planted into the floor of his apartment as I slid up and down his cock.
I gripped his hair and pulled him to me, his teeth nibbling on my skin.
I loved how he bit down into me. How he commanded my body with his hands.
I felt his calloused palms rake up my back and it sent shivers cascading throughout my body.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Knox said. “You know that?”
His words rumbled through my body as I felt him move again. Like I weighed nothing but air, he picked me up and carried me through his warehouse apartment. I felt my back being pinned to something cold as his hands grabbed mine, pinning my wrists above my head.
The wall.
Knox had me pinned to the wall.
His hips rolled into me as his cock pulsed with delight.
Knox reached his arm down underneath one of my legs, hooking it underneath the bend of my knee.
I gasped as he brought my leg up, his hand planting beside my shoulder.
He opened me up to the cold of his apartment, but the moment he slammed into me I knew what he had done.
He had exposed my aching clit to his hard body, and I found it hard to catch my breath.
“I’m just full of surprises,” he said breathlessly. Taunting me, like I was his play toy.
I hated it.
And yet I couldn’t get enough of it.
I gripped onto anything I could find as he rendered me immobile.
His tattooed forearms and his strong shoulders.
His meaty thighs and his soft hair. His bruises were faded to bright yellows and soft browns, reminding me of the horrors I’d experienced that night.
Tears rose to my eyes as I thought about him in that hospital bed.
How badly he had been beaten and how worried I had been for him.
I closed my eyes and felt his cock sloshing in and out of my body, my juices dripping down his balls and pooling on the floor beneath us.
His lips captured mine as a tear rushed down my cheek. I opened my eyes and found his blue orbs, his brow furrowed in concern. He slowed his pace, slowly slipping in and out of me so I could catch my breath.
I was so happy he was okay.
My head fell against the wall as his cock stroked my pussy.
My walls were fluttering again as my gut began to burn.
His hips started to roll harder as my back inched up the wall.
Sweat dripped down my brow as my hands gripped into his tattoos, leaving crescent marks behind on his faded bruising as he gnashed his teeth at me.
“Monroe. Shit. I-... fuck.”
I felt Knox’s hips stuttering as my pussy pulled him deeper.
I relinquished my body to his assault, taking in the way his cock split me in half.
My juices soaked my ass crack and dripped down his thighs.
With every thrust he made they splattered against his skin.
Our foreheads fell together as he slammed into me one last time, stilling as his cock pumped my body full of him again.
His pulsing triggered my own release, throwing me over the edge into an endless abyss of darkness.
But before we could fully recuperate, a phone rang out into the room.
“That’s… not mine,” I said breathlessly.
“I know. It’s mine,” Knox said heavily.
He pulled away from my body and helped steady me onto my feet.
He walked away from me, every muscle of his body flexing as I slid to the floor.
I couldn't stand. Not now. My legs were weak and my body was still shaking.
The room was spinning and my head felt light.
My thighs were sore and my pussy was swollen and I was still dripping out on the floor of his apartment.
I watched his glistening muscles flex as he dug around for his phone.
“Knox,” he said. “Yep, I’m home. Uh huh. It’s there? Figured it would be. Yep. Hell no, I don’t need a damn ride. I’ll call a cab or some shit. Uh huh. Thirty? Got it. I’ll be there.”
My head fell against the wall as reality crashed back over me.
“Hate to fuck and run, but duty calls,” he said.
“That was your club, wasn’t it?” I asked breathlessly.
“Calling church,” he said.
“Church. That a… code word for… something?” I asked.
“Struggling over there?”
I looked over at him and saw him grinning at me. That little shit-eating grin that knew he’d just rocked my damn world.
“Shut up,” I said. “Guess I didn’t do my job if you’re not.”
“Trust me. I’m struggling enough,” he said. “But I gotta go.”
“To church.”
“Yep.”
How the hell was I supposed to have feelings for a criminal?
I literally just picked this man up from jail after he was booked for murdering someone.
Granted he didn’t do it, but he was about to walk right back into the crew that got him into trouble in the first place.
Go meet up with the guy that sent him into that mess in the first place!
“Don’t go,” I said.
Knox’s movements ceased before he pulled his leather vest on.
“Don’t have much of a choice,” he said.
“You always have a choice. You can make a better life for yourself,” I said as I got up off the floor.
“Who said I didn’t have a good life now?” he asked.
“The fact that you just got out of jail holds merit. You shouldn’t be part of that life. You can have something better.”
“What I got is fine by me,” he said.
“Knox, you can’t go.”
“And why the hell not?” he asked. “Because some pretty little naked thing told me I shouldn't?”
“No. Because your fucking lawyer told you that you shouldn’t,” I said.
“You ain’t my lawyer anymore. You did your job and now it’s over.”
“So, that’s it? You’re going to go back to the people who sunk you into that situation in the first place? Who told you to go into the woods and put you in harm’s way in the first place?”
“That club’s the only thing I got, Monroe!”
“That club landed you in jail, Knox!”
I furiously pulled on my clothes as he made his way for the door.
“That club’s the only thing I’ve ever known. And if you don’t like it, then you can get in your car and outta here,” he said.
“You deserve better, Knox.”
I reached out for his arm and spun him around, our eyes connecting in their heated fury.
“You deserve better than people who will throw you to the wolves.”
“None of them threw me to the wolves,” he said. “None of what happened was my fault. We went in peace and they came at us in anger. And frankly, I don’t give a damn if you believe me. That club is my family, and you don’t abandon family. Ever.”
I reached him again as he turned to leave, but this time he shook me off him.
“And if you think that a little ‘welcome home’ fuck gives you the right to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life, then you can forget where the hell I live.”
Then I watched as he stormed out of his apartment and left me to make my choice.
I charged out of his apartment and saw him standing at the sidewalk. A yellow cab pulled up and he got in, not bothering to give me a look as the cab pulled away. I slammed his door behind me and kicked at the metal of the warehouse, listening as it echoed in the confines of his living space.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Why the hell was he doing this?
There wasn’t anything else I could do. He had made his choice despite how hard I worked to get him out of jail.
I slumped into my car and choked back my tears, then cranked it up and backed out of his driveway.
I couldn’t stay here and wait for him like some desperate piece of ass, even though something inside of me wanted to.
I didn’t want to leave things like this between us. Not after what we’d shared.
And despite what he said, I knew it was something special.
But it couldn't be. The rational part of me kept yelling that I couldn’t have feelings for a criminal. I was a lawyer. I put men like him behind bars when there was evidence to do so. My mind felt conflicted as my pelvis ached. Ached with the reminder of what we had just done.
Never in my life had I felt so torn between two worlds before.
I made my way back to my apartment and stalked in through the front door. I shut it behind me and made my way for the fridge, pulling out the opened bottle of wine. I popped the cork out of it and tipped it to my lips, feeling the alcohol fill my empty stomach.
Rose had been right. My emotional attachment to this case should’ve ended the moment the case was tossed out.
I walked out onto my porch with the bottle of wine to my lips. His arousal was still leaking from me, staining my panties and wetting my jeans. I sat in the chair on my small little porch, then looked out over the horizon towards the desert.
I wondered what Knox was doing. What trouble he was concocting with his club again and when I’d have to bail him out of whatever the fuck they would make him do next.
I swallowed deep pulls of the wine, feeling the lightheaded sensation overcome me as I sat there.
The sun was hot on my face as it hung low in the sky.
It felt like lunchtime, but the truth was that the sun was about to set.
I’d spent my entire afternoon in the arms of a criminal who didn’t have any passion to change the course of his life.
I felt tears crest my eyes as the sun drenched my skin. But this time, I didn’t try to hold them back. I let them slide down my skin and find their death on my chest as I drained the wine bottle of its contents.
“Welcome to Redding,” I said with a snicker.
Hell of a crash course, I guessed.