Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
The day after our game of Twister, I tried calling Logan. It rang once and then my call was sent to voicemail. I took that as a sign that he might be alive. It was disappointing that he hadn’t at least called me to see if I was okay, but I guessed he could have checked my GPS tracker and seen that I was here. Instead of wasting his time on me, he was probably busy doing what I had asked him. Focus on finding him.
I left him a short message. “As you probably already know, I’m safe. Please call me.”
Another three days passed after that, and I checked the burner phone multiple times every day to see if he had called. He hadn’t. Not hearing his voice and confirming that he was all right was extremely hard. Not knowing about Isabelle was driving me crazy, too.
The temptation to call her, call Ethan or Ian was so difficult to ignore. But I did it. Every day. To keep us safe, I had to. I tried to tell myself ignorance was bliss. That worked sometimes.
I continued to have nightmares of Mr. X finding us and killing the guys every night. I’d wake up screaming or crying and pissed off. I was tired of it and angry at myself for the helpless part I played in my dreams every time.
It was currently the middle of the night, and I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that I was afraid to sleep like I used to be. Nope. I was too pissed off to sleep. I kept mentally going over what I would have done differently in my previous nightmares if they had been real. It was pointless. Nightmares were not something I could control, but I couldn’t help but waste my time fussing over them.
Giving up on sleep, I very quietly and carefully snuck out from between Colt and Creed and off the bed. I thankfully didn’t wake them when I left the room.
It was freezing in the living room. It seemed to be the coldest room in the cabin, and we had been using the fireplace every day because of it. The fire we had lit early in the evening was nothing more than cinders now. I added a couple of logs from the stack we kept next to the hearth, and I got another fire going.
At first, I thought I might watch a movie, but my mind was racing too fast to sit still. I ventured into the kitchen. Searching through the pantry cabinet and fridge, I saw that I had all the ingredients I’d need to make homemade baked chocolate doughnuts, which I knew would be a hit with the guys in the morning when they woke up. As I pulled out the ingredients, I noticed bananas on the counter. They were going to go bad soon. I decided to tweak the recipe to make chocolate banana doughnuts instead.
Getting lost in the process of baking was just what I needed. It calmed me and gave me a break from obsessing over useless crap I couldn’t control. I didn’t have a piping bag, so the doughnuts were going to be a little more rustic-looking than I would have liked, but they would still taste good. After I got the doughnuts in the oven, I cleaned up and prepped to make a chocolate glaze.
When the doughnuts were done, I took them out and set them aside to cool. I was in the middle of making the chocolate glaze at the stove when I heard the wood floor creak behind me. Arms wrapped around my middle before a kiss was placed on top of my head. I knew just from his touch that it was Knox.
“Did you have a nightmare?” His voice came out tired.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I felt his concern in the way he tensed up a little. Before he could say anything, I spun around to face him and added, “Not because I’m afraid to sleep. My brain wouldn’t shut off.”
Staring down at me, he brushed a few stray hairs that had fallen from my bun away from my eye. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head. “I’ve spent way too much time dwelling on it. I’d rather just bake.”
“What are you making?” he asked as he looked around.
I turned back to the stove. “A chocolate glaze to go with the chocolate banana doughnuts I made.”
He moved to lean against the side of the island behind me. “Still having chocolate cravings?”
I smiled as I turned off the stove and went to retrieve the now-cooled doughnuts. “No. My period ended yesterday. So the chocolate cravings aren’t as strong. The reason for the chocolate doughnuts is because I bought so many things to bake using chocolate.”
He nodded and watched as I carried the doughnuts over to the stove. I felt him come up behind me so he could see me dip one side of a doughnut in the glaze and then set it aside to dry.
After I finished dipping a few more doughnuts, Knox startled me a little by grabbing my hand. It was the hand I’d dipped the doughnuts with and my designated hand to get messy with. He pulled my hand up and back a little. I turned my head just in time to see him suck one of my glaze-coated fingers into his mouth.
He let out a deep, rumbly mmm as he sucked my finger clean and then moved on to clean the rest that had chocolate on them.
This man had seen me naked. Had done filthy things to my body. But the sound he had just made and the feel of his tongue sliding along my finger… oh-my-lanta. That turned me on like a flick of a switch . One second, I was enjoying myself making doughnuts and by the next my body was saying, What doughnuts?
“Do I taste good?” I asked with a voice that was slightly high-pitched.
His eyes flicked to mine as he pulled my last chocolaty finger from his mouth. “Every inch of you tastes good.”
“I—” I cleared my throat to get control of my voice. “I meant the glaze.”
The sinful, knowing smile that graced his face made my heart skip a beat. “No, you didn’t,” he said.
I pulled my hand from his grasp and stepped out from between him and the stove, needing space.
He frowned at that. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to catch my bearings before I embarrass myself,” I said.
His frown intensified. “How would you have embarrassed yourself?”
“I almost melted into a horny puddle at your feet,” I blurted as I took another step away.
He was quiet for a moment, but his frown disappeared. “And why would you be embarrassed by that?”
“I feel like it should take more than what you did to turn me on.”
My response seemed to please him and he flicked his fingers between us. “Come here.”
I moved back a little more. I didn’t want to just fall into the palm of his hand so easily. Sure, there would be times I’d be inclined to do that, but not today. Maybe I was feeling bratty at the moment or maybe I was in the mood to feel earned. “If you want me, come and take me.”
His brows rose slightly before a determined look took over his face. “Are you going to run from me?”
A slow smile stretched across my face. “Maybe.”
Before I could finish saying the word, he lunged for me. I took off toward the living room. Arms caught me around my middle just as I reached the couch. Knox spun me around and his hands lifted me up by my butt.
“That was easy,” he said as he held me.
“Oh, be quiet,” I said just before slamming my mouth over his.
Our kiss started off passionate, but at the first stroke of his tongue, desire began pumping heat through my veins, nearly making me feel crazed.
He carried me a few strides until he was laying me down on the couch. We ripped away each other’s clothes in a quick, frantic manner. After we were both naked and Knox retrieved a condom, he knelt between my legs. His large hands ran down my body, starting at my collarbones. Those warm hands paused over my breasts so he could cup them and run his thumbs over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, wanting more. His pointer fingers joined his thumbs and he tugged and tweaked on the hard buds, making me gasp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as his hands glided down my stomach and around my waist.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hard cock. He only let me stroke him twice before he lifted me and arranged us so that I was straddling his lap.
“I want you to ride me,” he told me and scooped up the condom from where he’d placed it on the arm of the couch.
As soon as he ripped it open, I took it from him. He didn’t protest and watched with a sexy smirk on his face as I rolled the condom onto him. That smirk dropped, though, as soon as I put a hand on his muscled chest and lifted up my hips to align him with my entrance.
I sank down on him slowly. His chest expanded beneath my hand as he inhaled and held his breath until he was completely inside of me. He exhaled a curse and grabbed me by my hips as I started to lift. He gripped tighter as I went to sink down on him again. He wanted me to come back down slowly. So I did and he watched as his cock slid deep inside me.
He loosened his hold on my waist and just rested his hands there as I took back control. “Ride my cock until you come, Shiloh.”
“What about you?” I asked as I rolled my hips.
His smirk returned and with it a promise that when it was his turn, I’d thoroughly enjoy it. Until then, he’d watch as I used him. I felt like I’d just been asked to perform the naughtiest show of my life.
I was happy to accept that challenge.
I held onto his shoulders as I bounced and ground on him until I relaxed enough around him to switch things up. He wanted a show, I’d give him one where he could see everything.
I arched back, placing my hands on his knees. As I impaled myself on his cock, chasing that delicious feeling that would deliver my release, my boobs bounced. The way he watched me with darkened and hooded eyes was so sexy to see, it helped spur me toward the edge. As if knowing I was so close by the breathy whimpers that were coming out of me, one of his hands slid up from my waist to the back of my neck and his grip tightened on me. He brought me down harder on his cock as he thrust up to meet me. I cried out every time he did it and when I came, my body tightening up, he kept slamming me down on him over and over again, drawing out my orgasm to the point my head fell back.
His hand at the back of my neck pulled me to him and he kissed me between my panting breaths. As I was still recovering, my limbs feeling weak, Knox sat me on the couch. “Flip over, facing the couch,” he ordered.
I got on my knees facing the back of the couch. Standing behind me, he grabbed my hips and pushed back inside me. Groaning, I grabbed ahold of the top of the couch.
“Don’t let go of the couch. I’m going to take you hard,” he warned as he withdrew and slammed back into me.
The force behind his thrusts nearly made me go cross-eyed. “Oh, God!” I moaned.
He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call me.”
“I wasn’t—” Thrust. “Calling—” Thrust. “You that.” My words came out staggered and breathless.
As he continued to pound into me, one of his hands left my hip and he fisted my hair, tugging it just enough to border the edge of pleasure and pain. “I’m the only one fucking you, Shiloh. If you don’t want me to think I’m a god, you better start moaning my name.”
The sounds of my moans and us slapping together were undoubtedly reaching every corner of the cabin. I’d be really surprised if my other boyfriends weren’t awake and didn’t know exactly what we were doing.
Knox let go of my hair and reached his hand around the front of me between my legs. He began rubbing my clit.
Release slammed into me, making me cry out, “Knox!” My upper body collapsed against the back of the couch, panting.
As I just lay there contracting around his cock, his grip on my hip tightened and his thrusts quickened until he slammed into me one last time. “Fuck,” he growled as he came.
We stayed still for a minute, just trying to catch our breath. Then Knox eventually pulled out of me and left to go dispose of the condom. I was in the same position when he returned.
“I think you managed to break me,” I said as I watched him put his sweatpants back on and scoop his navy T-shirt off the floor.
Smiling, he lifted me to sit upright, put his T-shirt on me, and laid us out on the couch with me on top of him.
I lay my head over his heart and listened to it beat as I watched the fire. “I need to go finish the doughnuts,” I said and let out a yawn.
He began running his fingers up and down my spine. “What you need is sleep. Just rest, Shiloh.”
“Did you have sex with me just to tire me out?”
“No. I did that for selfish reasons. But if you’re able to get a good night’s sleep because of it, I’ll take the credit.”
I snorted. “Just like you took the title of god?”
“You’re the one who called me that.”
“I did not!”
His chest shook beneath me as he laughed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Nor would I have if I’d been able to. It was a wonderful moment—almost perfect. But intrusive thoughts always found a way to sneak into my mind and I found myself questioning how many more wonderful moments we had left. We were in our own bubble here. How long until someone or something tried to pop it?
I fought with all my might to push those thoughts away and just focus on the feel of the man holding me. I focused hard on his fingers rubbing up and down my spine until my eyes became heavy and I drifted off.