Chapter 17 – Knox
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Knox
“I can’t move,” she mumbles as she falls onto her stomach.
My hands let go of her hips, as my cock slips out of her.
After the couch, I got up and went to the bathroom and she joined me, taking off the nightie she was wearing and leaving her gloriously naked.
One thing led to another, and I finger fucked her while she sat on her vanity.
Her hand worked my cock at the same time before she swallowed my cum.
I was going to get dressed and leave, but then she started the shower.
Quickly, the dream I had that morning replayed in my mind, so I made sure it was a reality, fucking her against the wall.
After she dislodged herself from me, I followed her out and found her eating pizza, naked in her kitchen.
I’ve never been with anyone who was so free with being naked.
She couldn’t care less about her body, and she had every right to flaunt it.
She was also the most confident woman I’d ever met.
Definitely the best sex of my life, I mean that wasn’t even a question.
I’d never gone back-to-back so fast in my life like I did with her.
The minute I got out of her, I was counting down until I could get back inside.
Now I’ve just taken her again. This time on her hands and knees and she was tapping out.
“I’m going to be walking and wincing tomorrow.
” She looks over her shoulder at me for a second before moving up to put her head on her pillow.
I slap her ass before getting off the bed and heading back to the bathroom, this time by myself, pulling the condom off me.
I clean up and by the time I walk out, she is under the covers and softly snoring.
I walk over to the side of the bed, think about grabbing my stuff and leaving, but I don’t.
I walk back into the living room, turn off all the lights and then move back to the bedroom and slide into bed with her.
I meet her in the middle of the bed, her hair across her pillow.
She grumbles in her sleep as I spoon her, my leg in between hers.
I think, I’ll just rest my eyes for a second and then wake up and be gone by the time she wakes up.
I hear movement, my eyes flutter open and I look to the side.
It takes me a second to realize I’m not in my bed or in my house.
I’m lying on my back, the cover at my chest, with my hand on top of it.
I’m not in the middle of the bed. I’m not even on the other side of the bed.
No, I’m on her side of the bed. I put my head back down as she continues moving around.
She walks out of her closet, and I see her hair is done and she is dressed in beige pants that are tight on her hips and loose all the way down.
An orange silk button-down, long-sleeve silk shirt is tucked in.
There is a gold necklace around her neck and a gold watch on her wrist. “What time is it?” I ask her as she walks to the bedside table closest to me and grabs her phone.
“It’s just a little after eight,” she answers and then looks at me. I rub my hand over my face.
“I’ll get out of your hair.” I toss the covers off myself as I swing one leg out and then the other.
“I put your clothes on the bench.” She points down to the bench at the end of her bed. The nightie she was wearing when I got here is beside my clothes that she folded up; jeans on the bottom, T-shirt of top of them, boxers on the top.
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing the boxers and slipping them on.
She walks out of the room and to the kitchen.
I move to the bathroom, washing my face quickly and then go back out to see she didn’t come back.
I put my jeans on and then walk out of the bedroom, putting one hand in the sleeve of the shirt and then the other.
As I step in, I see her in the kitchen, making herself a coffee.
She’s wearing heels now, and I have the sudden need to go and fit myself to her back and kiss her neck. “Do you want a coffee?” she asks me over her shoulder when she hears me step into the room.
“Do you have time for me to have a coffee?” I ask her. She turns around to face me, her back leaned against the counter. She oozes independence like no one else I’ve ever met before. Confidence and boldness too.
“Not really,” she makes a joke and hides it with the cup of coffee in front of her mouth, “but you’re still here so…”
I chuckle and look down at the floor, uneasy about how easy it is with her. How she’s not asking for more than what we’re both giving to each other. “So then I’ll have a coffee.”
“Great,” she states in the most sarcastic tone I’ve ever heard in my life. “I’m assuming you don’t take sugar…” She walks over to the side and takes a mug down; my eyes go directly to her ass in those pants. “And light milk?”
“It’s like you know me.”
“No,” she quickly answers. “I know Kirby, and you and him have the same diet, kind of, so it was an easy guess.”
She presses the button on the coffee maker before going to the fridge, grabbing the milk, leaving the door of the fridge open and pouring a bit in the cup and then replacing it. The machine stops and she grabs the cup, putting it on the counter. “There. Do you want it in a to-go cup?”
I walk around to stand beside her, grabbing the cup and putting it to my lips. “Thank you.” I take a sip. “If I take a to-go cup,” I lean against the counter, “then I’ll have to return it.”
“What happened with not coming back for a third?” She folds her arms under her tits.
“I guess I need to apologize for that also.”
“I don’t know, considering every single time we’ve had a conversation you’ve said something to get your mouth in trouble.”
“I mean…” I shrug,
“First time I met you…” I hold up my hand, getting her to stop talking and, of course, she doesn’t. “you told me you didn’t want me to suck your dick.”
“I totally take that back, by the way.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “One thousand percent am I okay with you sucking my dick,” I take another sip of the coffee, “at any time. You want to drop to your knees right now,” I put the cup down, “I won’t say no.”
“That’s not going to happen,” she declares, putting her cup in the sink and then grabbing my cup.
“I’m not done with that,” I say, and she pours out the rest.
“Now you are.” She puts the empty cup in the sink. “Time to go.”
She doesn’t touch me, nor does she make an effort to. I walk to her, and she takes a step back. “No.” She shakes her head. “My hair is done and you’ll probably mess it up.”
I try not to let the rejection get to me. “So no.”
“What if I promise to not touch you?” I ask, putting my hands behind my back. “Then will you kiss me?”
“Is that really necessary?” she asks, and I want to say no and storm out of the house.
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow for a road trip, so I will for sure not be showing up at your door.”
“Oh good,” she jokes, and I lunge for her, wrapping my arm around her waist. “See,” she huffs out as she places her hand on my chest, but isn’t pushing me away, “you are going to wrinkle my shirt.” She avoids looking into my eyes.
“Kiss me.” I don’t know if I’m asking her or telling her, but when her eyes look up and I stare into hers, I bend my head and kiss her.
At the taste of coffee on her lips, my cock stirs in my pants, and she pushes me away when she feels it.
“See?” She points to my cock. “That’s why kissing you isn’t a good idea. ”
I laugh as she grabs her purse from the counter. “Now, I’m leaving,” she says. “It automatically locks behind you.”
“I could stay here all day and wait for you,” I suggest to her retreating back.
“Have fun with that.” She doesn’t turn her head to look at me one more time, and I am secretly begging her to do it.
I put my hands on my hips as she disappears around the corner toward the front door.
I hear it click open and then click shut.
The whole time my heart speeds up thinking of her.
I don’t think I’ve felt this alive in months.
The last couple of months were just a circle, and I felt stuck, but for the first time since I walked out of my house, I feel a sense of excitement.
“She really left me here in her house,” I say to the empty room, walking over to the couch and sitting down to put my shoes on.
I think about leaving her a note so she thinks about me when she gets home, but instead I get up and leave.
With a huge smile on my face, I make sure her door is shut before walking over to the elevator.
Her scent still lingers in the hallway as I press the button.
I take my phone out.
Me:
I left.
I step into the elevator and look down at the phone, seeing if she is going to reply or not.
480-502-7755:
Good, now I don’t have to send security to escort you out.
I laugh at her reply and quickly answer her back.
Me:
Made sure the door is locked.
I wait for her to answer me, but she doesn’t as I step out into the lobby and head out to the parking lot. Stepping out, I see my car has a parking ticket on it.
Me:
I got a ticket for parking in your lot.
I grab the ticket and then see that she texted me right back.
480-502-7755:
Good. It’s for invited visitors, not the ones who just show up randomly and then stay overnight.
Me:
I’d do it again.
480-502-7755:
At least one of us would.
I open the door and get into the SUV and look down at the phone.
Me:
Don’t pretend you didn’t like last night because then you’d be a liar.
480-502-7755:
I enjoyed the sex.
Me:
See, you admitted it.
480-502-7755:
It could have been anyone.
I grip the phone in my hand tighter and put the phone down, trying not to let her words bother me, but it fucking kicks me in the stomach.
“You deserve that,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward my house. “You deserve that and worse for what you said to her over and over again.”
I’m almost home when my phone rings, and I suddenly think it’s going to be her. I look at the dashboard screen and see it’s Jaxon calling, and I press accept. “Hey.”
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” he asks me.
“I’m five minutes away from home, why?” I reply, and then it all comes back to me.
“We’re at your house waiting,” he says of him and Kirby. “We’re supposed to work out today.”
“Yeah, I’m turning on my street now,” I state, pulling up to my house and seeing both of them outside beside Kirby’s SUV.
I put the car in park and turn it off before getting out. “Sorry about that. I—”
“Oh my God!” Jaxon exclaims. “Are you just getting home?”
I avoid his question. “I’ll be ready in five.”
“You are just getting home,” Kirby now says, laughing. I cringe when I think about the fact he would totally kick my ass if he knew I was at his sister’s house last night.
I run up the front steps, two at a time. “Give me five.”
“Holy shit.” I hear Jaxon laugh as I leave the door open and rush up to my bedroom. In a matter of five minutes, I’m wearing my workout clothes and headed back down. I shut the door and rush down the front steps, finding both of them sitting in the SUV. I pull open the back door and get in.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, getting in.
“No worries, Romeo.” Kirby smirks and pulls out of the driveway. “So tell us, do we know this person?”
“I’m not saying shit to either of you,” I tell them, my heart speeding up as I say two words, knowing they are a lie. “It’s nothing.”