Chapter Eight
Knox
It’s happening tonight. 2100 hours. The FBI is going to arrest me along with everyone else so nobody gets suspicious. I’m almost free. Tell my brother to come and get me. See you soon, my friend.
My eyes are still heavy with sleep as I read the message. I passed out on Taylor’s couch again last night while everyone was still here. I’m not going to question how it is that I feel safe enough in this strange new place to fall asleep.
Rubbing my eyes, I look down at the laptop and read it again.
“Morning, baby boy. You hungry?”
I send a quick glance back at Taylor but freeze and do a double-take. He’s wearing a pair of shorts and absolutely nothing else. His chest and stomach are on full display for my viewing pleasure. I’ve been held in those arms countless times and never once wondered what it would feel like to be pressed against his skin. Mostly because he was holding me because I’m always freaking out about something.
Dang, I wonder if his skin feels as sexy as it looks.
“Like what you see, baby?” he smirks.
Clearing my throat, I look down and focus on my hands. I sure do have interesting hands.
A chuckling Taylor leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of my head.
“You can look as much as you want, Knox,” he says, walking to the front door. “It’s no hardship on my end. TITAN, COME!”
“Uhm,” I clear my throat. “You might want to come and see this.”
When Titan runs through the front door, Taylor closes it and comes to sit beside me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “But… Well, here.”
“Thank fuck,” he sighs.
“I know it’s a good thing, but it’s going to be very dangerous,” I tell him. “These raids don’t always go down clean. I just hope she makes smart decisions and takes cover when shots are fired.”
“I had the same thoughts,” Taylor mumbles, pulling out his phone. “Reynolds, shits about to go down. Doesn’t a certain pilot still owe us a favor?... That’s what I thought. Contact him and tell him we’re cashing in… Three hours.”
“Let’s pack, baby.”
Taylor hops up and heads back towards the stairs. I haven’t gotten to know his house’s layout yet, but I do know that his room is up there.
“Uhm, Taylor,” I call out.
“Yeah?” he stops and gives me his full attention.
“I can’t go with you,” I say.
Did he just forget that I don’t do outside?
“Fuck, baby,” he sighs. “I can’t believe that slipped my mind. Alright, I’ll have Reynolds go and get Em and bring her back.”
“Absolutely not, big guy,” I frown. “She wants you there. I don’t care if she admits it or not, but she’s scared. She has to be. She asked for you, and you need to be the one to go and get her.”
His face is torn, and it makes me feel like shit. I’ve brought my issues right into his life.
“Reynold’s can stay with you,” he says. “I’ve noticed that you get along with him. He’ll keep you safe.”
“I’ll be fine,” I smile reassuringly. “As long as you don’t mind more Obsidians coming into your territory, I can have my club come and get me. I have a room at Steel and Blaze’s place. That’s where I should have gone after the tornado instead of disrupting your life.”
Anger takes over Taylor’s face, but instead of fear, I get excited. An angry Dom that you trust can make a person submit like no other. A good Dom knows how to harness and use that anger to his advantage without lashing out at their person.
Damn, I need that desperately. I need a complete power exchange. Not in a sexual way, but in a way where I just have to do as I’m told for no other reason than I was ordered to.
But that type of submission doesn’t come easily. I would never give complete control to Steel and Blaze even though I trust them with my very life. It just never seemed right. They are Doms, but not my Doms.
“I can see that there are a few things you and I need to talk about before I leave,” he says calmly despite the fiery intensity in his eyes.
Rather than taking the seat beside me as I anticipated, he shifts my laptop aside and settles on the coffee table, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees.
Every fiber of my being yearns to collapse to my knees on the floor. But I stay right where I am.
“Your legs are twitching,” he smirks.
“I want to submit,” I admit. I’ve never been ashamed of that part of me, and I sure as hell don’t plan to start now.
“Now, wouldn’t that be a pretty sight,” he says. “But, right now, I don’t need your submission. I need your full attention.”
“Are you gay?” I blurt and then instantly want to take it back.
Grabbing the blanket I was using, I toss it over my head and pray that I disappear.
Laughing, Taylor removes the blanket and cups my face in his hands.
“You blush so prettily, baby boy,” he smiles, kissing my forehead.
Folding the blanket, Taylor places it beside him on the table.
“No hiding,” he says. “Now, to answer your question. No, I’m not gay. But I am bi.”
“Ew,” I say before slapping my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to vag shame you. I just had an image of the one time I tried something with a girl pop into my head.”
“Vag shame?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You know, shaming you for liking vaginas.”
“I see,” he says. “Well, vaginas are the farthest thing from my mind right now.”
“That’s cool,” I stupidly nod.
“Now that that is out the way, let’s get one thing straight.”
Crap, he looks angry again.
“You are not, and will never be, a disturbance in my life. Got it?”
“Got it,” I whisper, knowing he’s wanting a verbal answer.
See, I’m a good sub.
“Good boy. Now, secondly, after I get this thing with my stubborn ass sister squared away, I would love to see what we have going on between us.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, Knox. You and me.”
“Taylor, I’m messed up. And I’m not saying that to degrade myself,” I say, holding out my hands when he’s about to interrupt. “I’m truly messed up. I can’t even go outside without having an anxiety attack.”
“I know, baby,” he says, his face softening. “And we’ll work on getting you the help you need.”
“But you’re a Daddy Dom, and I’m no longer a Little,” I explain. “I would hate myself for denying you something so wonderful.”
“How about you let me decide those things for myself,” he says. “What I need, baby boy, is you. Everything else will fall in place when the time is right.”
“Woah,” I say, seeing the truth in his eyes.
This man wants me?
“What I need right now is your agreement that we’re going to give us a go. Do I have it?”
My head’s nodding before my brain registers what it’s just agreed to.
“Are you going to submit to me, baby?” he asks huskily.
Again, my head and my brain aren’t communicating.
“That’s my good boy,” he smiles. “Now, come over here and kiss me.”
Once again, my body is moving while my brain is high on oxytocin and not doing its damn job.
“On the lips?” I ask as I stand between his parted legs.
“As opposed to?” he smirks.
My eyes flick down to his cock and back up so quickly that I pray he didn’t notice.
Taylor growls a growl so sexy that my knees wobble.
“Seeing you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock will definitely be happening, boy. But, for this moment, let me taste those lips.”
Taylor doesn’t move a single inch. It appears that he wants me to come to him willingly. My first act of submission.
Leaning forward, I press my lips against his and quickly pull away.
“Try again, Pup,” he smirks.
Deciding to be brave, I step close until I’m almost touching his body, lean in, and press my lips against his.
I hold it there for a few seconds before pulling back.
However, Taylor has his own plan. As I’m pulling away, he grips the back of my neck and pulls me back in. I don’t stand a chance as he takes over. Lips, tongues, and teeth clash as he takes what he wants.
Not wanting to fight the pull, I give in, and my body goes lax, knowing that Taylor won’t let me fall.
Holding me securely against his chest, he deepens our kiss.
I don’t think. I simply feel. His tongue dominates my mouth in a way that no one ever has.
I’ll never forget this kiss for as long as I live.
“Fuck, baby boy,” Taylor pants. “Reynolds will stay with you while I’m gone. No arguments.”
“Okay,” I sigh.
“Good boy.”