25. Knox
M y head breaks the surface, and I look around for Indie.
She’s barely treading water, laughing so hard she’s having trouble keeping her head above the water.
I swim over to help her, bringing us closer to shore.
She’s laughing still, her strong legs folding around me.
I can just stand in this spot, my shoulders out of the water.
I hold her to me, and she wraps her legs around me tighter.
“Can you touch the bottom here?” she asks me, amused at the possibility.
“I can,” I tell her, slightly distracted by having her in my arms.
“You’re like the Jolly Green Giant.” She laughs at her own joke.
“Is that what you’re into, Indie?” Her eyes warm at the question.
“It would appear that I’m into all sorts of things if they involve you, Knox.”
Her laughter slows as she stares at me, slowly placing her arms around my neck, the wet sleeves of her shirt cold on my skin.
I move a hand up her back to the base of her neck, supporting her with one arm now.
Gripping her hair in my hand, her eyes blink slowly, her mouth falling open in a small gasp.
Heat bursts in my veins at the feel of her against me.
“I-I’ll be honest with you, Knox. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on here.
I spend a lot of time with you, with Hazel, and I’m starting to get used to it—starting to look forward to it.
” She swallows, looking up at the sky. “If we’re friends…
I can do that, right? If that’s what you want.
I can be your friend.” Her fingers deftly comb through my hair as she speaks.
There are so many things I want when it comes to Indie, but being her friend might kill me.
“I don’t want to be your friend, Honey.”
“Then what do you want?” she whispers, staring at my mouth. Leaning forward, I ghost my lips over the side of her neck, murmuring against the tender skin.
“I’m not a subtle man, Indie. If you don’t want me to kiss you, you need to tell me now.
” She grinds herself against me in answer.
I groan, feeling her heat through our clothes.
She does it again, and I snap. I take one last look into her clever, soulful, deep-brown eyes, ones that pulled me in the first night I met her, searching them for any hesitation before pulling her mouth to mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves through my body and across the damn lake.
At first, our kisses are drugging, lazily exploring one another's mouths. I haven’t kissed someone in a so long, but I know for certain I’ve never been so fucking starved for someone’s mouth like I am right now.
Kissing has always been a prelude to the main event—but kissing Indie is the headliner.
Tongues teasing parted lips. Breathy moans mixed with the sound of the water lapping around us .
She continues to grind herself into my near-painful erection.
I take what she’ll give me, letting her set the pace for now.
Our mouths find their rhythm, in sync with Indie’s movements as she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
She bites down on it, rolling her hips faster, making these sweet, erratic whimpers that have me loosening the reins on my control.
“You're a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, pulling her hair so her throat is on display for me. She gasps when my teeth graze her neck before licking and sucking my way back to her mouth.
“Knox, I?—”
I groan. Saying my name in a breathy voice is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“That’s it, Indie Baby. Fuck me through these clothes and use me to make yourself feel good.”
“Oh god,” she whines, grinding a bit harder, picking up the pace. I’m seconds away from losing all semblance of willpower.
“Please, Indie. Let me see what you look like when you come for me.” I move my hands to her hips, gripping tightly and working her body against mine.
“Fuuck…” She cries out, her voice echoing on the lake, going slack against me. The noise I make as white hot pleasure shoots down my spine is somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She lays her head against my shoulder, her breaths puffing out on my neck.
I slide my hand through her wet hair and kiss her temple. “Fuck, Honey. I’ve just come in my pants for the first time since I was fifteen years old.” She giggles, kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
“I haven’t done anything like that since I was a teen in my room humping a pillow,” she admits. A laugh barks out of me .
“Please tell me this was a slightly more stimulating experience.”
Her body shakes with quiet laughter. “Considerably,” she says, tilting her head up to look at me.
She grabs my face and pulls it closer to hers, kissing my lips softly.
Once. Twice. Three times. It’s so sweet and unexpected.
This whole day has been so surprising. I walk us out of the water, and when we make it to shore, I don’t bother setting her down.
As I carry her to the house, she kisses on my neck, running her hands through my wet hair.
“Do you have time to come in? I was going to take a quick shower,” she offers.
“I’m not sure if I get in there with you, it will be very quick.”
“I’ll take my chances,” she tells me, smiling.
We remove our shoes, and I set them on the porch railing. Indie unlocks the door, and we walk inside back to the bathroom. She grabs a couple of towels for us, and I get the shower going before removing my wet clothes.
“I’m freezing, it’s lucky for us that someone fixed my hot water or—” her words cut off when she enters the bathroom, seeing me naked. This time she doesn’t hide her face or turn away from me—her eyes roam over my body lazily. Taking her time, getting her fill of the sight of me.
“God, Knox. You’re perfect,” she whispers, stepping toward me. Her cold hands press into my stomach, and I flinch slightly at the temperature. “Sorry.”
“Please don’t ever be sorry for touching me.
” She hums in response. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.
Arms up, Honey.” Her smile is shy, but she lifts her arms for me.
I peel the clingy fabric of her sweatshirt from her skin, so she’s left in her white T-shirt, no bra.
“Fuck, just the sight of you is going to have me coming again.” I run my thumb over her nipple and watch it harden under my touch.
Exploring her body like this; unfettered access to her makes me dizzy.
She sucks in a breath. “Please,” she moans out. I’ve been imagining the feel of her for weeks. How she would feel under my hands, what noises she’d make. She could ask me anything right now, and I would do it.
“Please what, Honey?”
“Please touch me.” My dick is hard again—harder than it’s ever been in my life. Her breathy plea is so fucking sexy, so fucking tempting. I’m a man starved for her. I give in to what my body wants, letting myself be selfish with Indie.
“You’re so sweet for me. So polite. Is that what you want to be for me, Indie Baby? Polite?” She shakes her head slowly. “What do you want to be then?”
“Everything,” she says, bending to pull her shorts and panties off, then she slips the last remaining thing that’s separating us over her head.
Bare before me, she’s a vision. Her body is better than I could have dreamed up, and I’m stunned by the sight.
Strong toned legs and tits I want to suck.
“I want to be everything for you; do whatever you want me to do.”
“Are you asking me to wreck you?” I ask, running my thumb over the dragonfly tattoo on her shoulder, so similar to mine.
She shivers, her eyes almost glowing when she answers, “I want you to fucking destroy me.” Fuck, she’s so fucking captivating.
“You’re stunning, Indie,” I tell her before pulling her into the shower with me and under the spray of the warm water.
She kisses my chest, then lower down on my stomach.
She lowers herself to her knees and looks up at me.
I palm the side of her face, taking in the sight before me.
Indie on her knees, water sluicing down her face, her body, her thighs spread wide, and her hands resting on mine.
“I want you to use me too, Knox.” I rub my thumb over her lips, and her mouth pops open in offering.
Fuckkk; she’s going to be the one who wrecks me.
I spread it wider, guiding my dick to her waiting, sweet mouth and have to close my eyes and take a deep breath so I don’t come on contact.
Indie takes me in her hot mouth, moaning around me, the vibrations nearly taking me out.
Then she sucks, and I lose all thought, I’m only running on feeling now.
I grip the back of her head and guide her up and down on my length slowly.
“You okay, Honey?” She hums again, nodding, letting me know she wants this.
“Think you can take all of me?” She takes me deeper in answer, gagging on me, eyes watering in the corners as she stares back at me.
“Fuck, that’s good. So fucking good. Do you like sucking my dick?
” Her knees squeeze together in response to my question as she bobs her head up and down on my dick.
“Touch yourself, Indie. When I come, I want you there with me.”
She does as I say, and her moaning increases along with the pace she sucks.
When I can’t hold back anymore, I pull myself out of her mouth, coating the delicate column of her neck in ribbons of my cum as she stares up at me, mouth hanging open in a lust-filled haze.
“Fuck, Indie.” I grab her underneath her arms and haul her against me.
Kissing her within an inch of her life. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done in my life. ”
“Thank you,” she says, a nervous giggle bubbling out of her.
“So fucking beautiful.” I kiss her again before running my fingers through the mess I’ve made of her. She smiles at me. It’s shy and so fucking alluring.
“Something funny?” I ask, grinning back at her.
“No, it’s just that—I’ve never done that before,” she tells me quietly. She’s never done that before? Why does that make my chest fill with pride like some kind of neanderthal?
“Fuck, Honey, I’m gonna get hard again if you keep saying things like that.” She nods, then reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me long and deep.
“I would say I don’t see the problem, but I need to actually get clean now,” she says.
“Then let me help you,” I say, pulling her closer to me and gently rubbing my release from her neck, watching it slide down her body. I grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze some into my hand. “Turn around,” I order her.
“Are you going to wash my hair?” she asks, smiling widely.
“I am.”
“You like me, Knox Holloway,” she accuses.
“Yeah, Honey. I like you,” I confirm, dipping my face to hers, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “Now turn around.” She does, and I lather the shampoo in my hands before massaging her head with it.
“That feels really good,” she moans.
“Good. Lean back and let me rinse.” She does, and I repeat the steps with her conditioner. I take a little longer when I scrub the rest of her, finally getting my hands on these torturously sculpted legs, but hearing her enjoy it is too fun for me. “All clean,” I announce.
“Thank you,” she breathes, turning in my arms to face me.
“ Knox, I-,” she cuts herself off, shaking her head and smiling before trying again.
“Last night, this morning, and now this. I might start getting used to this.” She plants a kiss to my chest, giving me a grin as she slips from the shower to go get dressed.
“I might want you to,” I whisper to the empty shower.