Chapter 33
MAREN
Running wasn’t so much a decision, as it was my body moving before my brain caught up.
One second, I’m standing next to Knox, utterly stirred up from the ride on the bike, the next, I’m sprinting away from him.
Everything had affected me. The obvious vibration of the engine between my thighs.
The way I had to hold on to him, pressed along the length of his back.
I wondered if bikers ever realized that for all they talk about backpacks, they’re basically little spoons.
But the heat and solidity of him, while everything else blurred in motion, brought my whole life to that one point of connection and focus.
And the buzz is still there.
“Ten,” he calls after me in the distance. “And when I get my hands on you, it’s gonna hurt.”
My clit aches, low and insistent.
Maybe that’s what I want. Sex that isn’t perfectly fine. Sex that transforms me. Sex that allows me to let my expression fly.
All I can think about is the way his hand felt around my throat in front of his men. How arousing it felt to be exposed and to come anyway.
I feel so horny that I might explode if he doesn’t touch me. And yet, running felt like an additional level of anticipation.
My feet pound through the undergrowth, and I keep an eye on the water, so I don’t get lost. I can always follow the edge back to Knox’s house.
The dirt is soft as I run. The occasional low branch whips past me. My breath stumbles, but I push faster, weaving between tree trunks.
Knox’s countdown continues but fades until I pause to hear him shout the number one. “I’m gonna remind you real fucking quick who you were holding onto for the last hour.”
I smile at that because I don’t need reminding, but as I look back over my shoulder to see if he’s close, my foot slips in the damp earth, and I catch myself against a tree, a full laugh escaping me.
My pulse beats everywhere. My throat, my wrists, my temple, between my legs.
This is wild.
And freeing.
Liberating, even.
And best of all, I’m soul-deep happy. The kind that explodes uncontrollably inside and can’t be contained.
“Keep runnin’, sweetheart.” Knox’s voice carries from behind me. “I wanna see how long you last before you beg me to catch you.”
I catch my breath for half a second and then sprint forward. My jacket is too hot, so I shrug my arms out of it and drape it over a tree stump as I run by.
His footsteps are getting closer, and given I’m not much of an athlete, I’m getting slower.
“Gonna pin you down and fuck you when I catch you,” Knox shouts, and the bastard doesn’t even sound out of breath.
“If you catch me, old man,” I yell, knowing full well he’s going to. Maybe I’m going to make my punishment for running worse.
And I’m going to love it.
His laughter echoes through the trees and it makes me grin, and then…
Slamming to a halt, I balance on my toes on the edge of the water, about to fall face first into it.
I wobble backwards and forwards, trying to catch my balance, and finally take a step back.
And when I turn around, Knox breaks through the trees, holding his jacket. “Nowhere left to go?”
My chest rises and falls too quickly, and I scan for possible exit paths, but there are none he couldn’t get to before me.
“Maybe I don’t want to go anywhere,” I say boldly, even though it doesn’t make a lot of sense, being that I’m trapped and he’s stalking towards me with such an intense look on his face that I can barely breathe.
His hand closes around my wrist, tugging me back from the edge of the water. The motion spins me into him, my back hitting his chest, solid and unyielding. Then, he walks us until I’m pressed face first against the thick trunk of a tree that towers above us.
His hands are rough as they roam wildly over my body. He squeezes both my breasts hard, pushing them together, then releasing them, before repeating the action.
He bites the side of my neck, holding me in place so firmly with his teeth that I’m sure there’ll be a mark in the morning.
And yet, with the water rippling gently next to us, and the sound of the birds, the guttural sounds we’re making sound especially elicit.
Like we’re back with nature in the most primal sense. Doing what wild animals do, out in the open.
He puts his hand over my mouth as I groan. “One day, I’m gonna come all over and in that pretty mouth of yours. Would you like that, Maren?”
The question is punctuated with the hard grind of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He has to bend his knees to line us up.
“You like these jeans?” he asks.
“I do,” I say. “While not my favorite, they were perfect for being on the bike.”
“Tough. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He reaches down into his boot and pulls out a flip knife. “Don’t move.”
He shoves his hand down the waistband, and I’m not sure what he’s doing until I hear the first rip.
“Wait,” I shout.
“Too fucking late, sweetheart.”
With the hand in my jeans, he pulls the denim from my skin. So his blade can slice them open through the crotch without cutting me. But instead of being appalled, I swear, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
Every part of me hungers for his touch. I want his fingers on me and in me. Even more so when he jams the knife into the tree trunk just above my head.
I want every part of him pressed up against me, restricting my movements, even my breath.
I feel like I’m chasing something so ecstatic, it’s out of reach.
He raises one of my feet onto the stump of an old tree, and it opens me up to him. Then, he drops to his knees behind me, ruthlessly slides my panties to one side, and…
“Oh, God, Knox,” I cry out.
He devours me. There is no polite licking or gentle sucking.
It’s messy and raw and he growls like a hungry animal.
I feel his stubble, his tongue, even his nose.
It’s wild. I feel like I’m fucking grinding against air. I need pressure as well as stimulation.
“Please,” I say, pressing the heel of my hand against my mound in an attempt to find relief.
It’s impossible to keep up with his ministrations. Fingers thrust into me, then leave. He sucks hard on my clit, harder than I’ve ever experienced before. Each time, I edge a little closer to the orgasm I’m chasing.
Each time he moves, I lose it and start again.
Tears sting my eyes with the intensity of it. I want the orgasm I’m chasing, and yet, I don’t want to wait. I want Knox to decide when I can come, and I like the idea of trying not to fall until he’s ready for me to.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks.
“It’s yours, Knox.” My voice is breathless, but utterly shameless.
“You want to come, sweetheart?”
I press my forehead to the tree trunk as my knees begin to shake. “Please, Knox.”
“Knew you’d beg eventually.”
But before I can process that sentence, he resumes eating my pussy and the orgasm hits me full force. I can’t even make a sound. Simply open my mouth and look up at the tree canopy, as every part of my body shakes.
“Yeah. Fucking give it to me, Maren. Love you wild like this.”
I’m still shaking when he stands, pulling me back against him. He slips his arm around me and grips my jaw, painfully turning me so our lips collide while the ache and throb of the orgasm still pulse through me.
My hips grind against nothing at the sensation.
He tastes of me. Savory and slightly earthy.
His cock rubs relentlessly against my back. Then, he releases me, and the absence of him is almost as overwhelming as his touch.
“Turn to face me,” he instructs, and I do, pressing my back against the trunk. His eyes are dark and focused ruthlessly on mine. “Look at you,” he mutters as he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can’t even stand straight.”
“I think that’s all your fault,” I whisper.
His mouth curves. “Yeah? Let’s save your legs, then. Get on all fours.”
Without question, I do as he says. Because I want anything he’s willing to give me. The ground is cool beneath my hands. And I hear the rip of a condom packet, which makes me happy seeing we don’t have our test results back yet.
Knox drops behind me and smacks the cheek of my ass before dropping to bite it. “Fucking love your ass.”
Things are tripping and fusing together in my head. The sharp bite of pain. Letting Knox take me outside in the dirt beneath trees that have been on earth longer than I have.
“Ready yourself,” he says, gripping my underwear out of the way before lining his cock up against my entrance.
And then, he thrusts into me so hard that I fall forwards, my face almost hitting the dirt, but I dig my hands in hard and stay upright.
“Fuck,” Knox roars with such a primal force, I feel his desire for me deep in my bones.
The world narrows in around us. To the way his fingers dig into my hips as he forces himself inside me. He’s too big to slide in with one thrust, but God knows he tries. And I love that he isn’t treating me like I’m glass.
The urgency to unleash himself is so great, I’m almost second in the pursuit of what he’s chasing. I’m just the body he’s fucking, and it’s…liberating.
I place my forehead down on hands clutched in prayer.
Knox releases my hips once he’s buried deep inside, and knuckles first, he plants his hands on either side of my head. “Look at you, lettin’ me take you out here like this. Dirt under your knees like you were made for it.”
His lips are close to my ear, whispered, like the trees might overhear.
I turn my head slightly so he can kiss my jaw.
“Imagine it, Maren,” he says, his thrusts acting as punctuation.
“You, fucking pregnant with a kid conceived right here. Will you kneel for me like this, then? Let me hold your stomach with reverence while I fuck you raw? Reckon we’d make something wild together. ”
“Knox,” I cry out as the image he creates takes hold.
One of his hands slips to my flat stomach, holding me firmly as he fucks me. God, the man is strong, to hold himself in this position and fuck me like he is.