Chapter 20 Knox #2
“It was in the beginning because I missed her so damn much. It was hard to breathe without her, but now it’s one of my favorite things about Scarlett.
It’s like Jules gets to live on through our daughter, and when she grows up, every time she looks in the mirror, a little piece of her mother will be looking back at her. ”
“I look like my mom.” I have no idea why I’m telling him all of this, but I can’t seem to stop the words from pouring out. “My dad hated looking at me when my mom died. Still does,” I admit with a sad chuckle.
“He sounds like an ass,” Cayden mutters.
“Ass is an understatement,” I softly laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. “Losing my mom was the worst pain imaginable. Scares the fuck out of me to lose someone else like that again.” I think of Savi, and just the thought of something happening to her sends ice through my veins.
“Scares the fuck out of me too, man,” he sighs.
“My daughter is my entire world, and I wake up in a panic sometimes thinking of losing her. Finding a love that deep, though, doesn’t give you a choice to walk away.
It consumes you until you no longer can breathe without it, landing so hard in your life that the only option you have is to grab onto it and hope like hell you never lose it.
” He studies me for a moment before speaking again.
“If this is about Savi, I will say that even though losing Juliette was the worst pain of my life, I don’t regret choosing to love her.
My life with her for those five years was better because she was in it. ”
“So if someone came along and made you feel that way again…would you take the chance to love again?”
“Nah,” he smiles sadly. “I got my one shot with Jules, and Scar is all I need in my life. But you,” he says, getting up and grabbing his towel, “still have a shot in you. Don’t waste it.”
He walks toward the showers, and I lean against the wall, closing my eyes as his words replay in my mind, not sure of anything anymore.
By the time I pull up to Savi’s house, it’s two in the morning. Red-eye flights have never bothered me. The nights have always been something I’ve dreaded, so passing the time playing poker with the boys was always better than being alone in the dark with my thoughts.
Tonight feels different, though. Once the plane landed, I couldn’t drive here fast enough. I’ve never experienced living in a place where I was actually looking forward to walking in the door.
Pushing the garage door button, it lowers as I step into the house. A small lamp is on in the kitchen, but otherwise it’s dark. Dropping my bag on the floor, I don’t think twice about where I want to be tonight. There’s no way I can wait until tomorrow to feel her.
Stepping quietly into her bedroom, I can make out her frame from the soft glow of an outdoor light coming in through the windows. I quickly undo the buttons on my dress shirt and slip off the rest of my clothes before sliding under the covers.
She stirs in her sleep as I bring her body close to mine. Breathing her in deeply, I bury my face in her hair.
“You’re home,” she says, sleepily.
Home.
A simple four-letter word, but so foreign to me. I’m not used to feeling like I belong…like I’ve been missed.
“I just got here. God, you smell so good,” I whisper, inhaling her again because the first time wasn’t enough.
She turns in my arms so she’s facing me. Her hand comes up to stroke my cheek as her finger brushes across my lip.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Concern flashes across her features as her fingers wander over my face.
“No,” I laugh. “Why would I be?” My mind draws a blank on why she would be thinking that.
“Morris hit you. And all those hits into the boards tonight.” Her hand trails down over my chest and stomach as if searching for a wound.
“So, you watched the game, I take it.” A smile plays on my lips at the thought of her watching me play tonight.
“Of course I watched your game,” she says, lightly smacking me on my chest. “I told you I never miss one.”
“Morris got one hit in…a cheap one at that,” I chuckle. “I’m fine. I promise.”
She sits up and straddles me, and I one hundred percent approve of the view.
“You’re naked,” I grin, reaching out to lightly brush my hand over her breasts. Her nipples immediately harden as my dick follows suit, swelling between our bodies.
“You could have been hurt,” she scolds, ignoring my attempt to change the subject.
“But I’m not. In fact, I’m feeling pretty amazing right now.” My hands grab her waist as I slide her pussy over my swollen cock, coating it with her arousal. Her eyes flutter briefly as her head falls back, exposing that glorious neck to me as she forgets all about her worry with my distraction.
“I missed this…missed you,” she moans as I reach down and rub her swollen clit with my thumb.
“I missed you too,” I admit quietly, giving her the truth.
“I…I want you inside me, Knox.” The desperation in her voice sends a thrill through my body as she frantically lifts up on her knees before centering me and sliding down in a painfully slow motion.
“God, I missed this pussy too,” I groan when I’m settled deep inside her. She starts to move, and I lose all coherent thoughts as my dick slides against her tight, slick walls, putting me in such a tight vise that I’m certain I’ll feel her imprint tomorrow and every day after.
It’s becoming easier and easier to get lost in her in moments like this together. She’s slowly taking pieces of me I’ve never given to another, and I’m helpless to stop it, slowly becoming at the mercy of this angel above me.