Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
SPORTS WIDOW
I was beginning to be able to assess in minute detail how Knox’s recovery was going.
And the next morning, as I held onto the headboard with Knox behind me, fucking me with both of us on our knees, I could gladly report he was recuperating nicely.
Very nicely.
And he was getting his energy back.
I knew this when he withdrew, pulled me from the headboard, dropped to his back, positioned me over his face, yanked me down and went at me that this morning’s session was going to be a session.
Like our days of old.
I was entirely at one with that.
I rode his face with the exuberance I rode his dick, and when I was right there…right there…he tugged me off.
“Baby,” I begged.
But he was yanking me down his body.
He had his cock in hand, then he had it in me, then he rolled us without losing our connection, kept it as he rose up to sit back on his ankles, drew my legs straight up his chest, held them with one arm wrapped around them, and resumed fucking me.
Poor Cheyenne.
She had no freaking clue.
“Fuckin’ missed your sweet pussy, baby,” he murmured.
It missed him back.
However, he was fucking me so hard, I was unable to reply.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, you make this impossible,” he growled. “Wanna fuck your face even when I’m fuckin’ your cunt.”
I did not need Knox’s sexy talk, or I wasn’t going to last long, which was no good when we were in the middle of a session.
Sadly, he was fucking me too hard for me to share that either.
He pulled out, dropped my legs, and walked back on his knees.
“Get over here,” he ordered.
My whole body spasmed at his command, but I moved fast to get on my hands and knees, and I crawled to him.
He took my hair in his grip, pulling my head back, and he was fucking my face.
I moaned around his cock.
“Touch yourself.”
I did.
Even better.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
I rolled my eyes up to him, and at the dark look on his face as he watched me take his cock, I moaned again.
That went on a lovely while, until he pulled out, caught me under an arm and swung me up.
My legs circled his hips.
His cock drove home.
He fell forward onto me, and I held on tight as he rode me hard until I found it (with no clit action, totally in pity mode for Cheyenne), and the minute I did, I heard him find his.
He gave me all his weight when he came down.
I gladly took it, and not only because he earned it.
He didn’t give it for long. He rolled off, taking me with him to tuck me to his side.
“I don’t know what the doctors are going to say tomorrow, but my diagnosis is, your recovery is coming along very well, Mr. Chambers,” I remarked.
He pulled me further on him, so I could see his smile before his hand threaded into my hair, and he brought my mouth to his for a wet, sweet, thorough kiss.
Jacques barked.
We stopped kissing.
“My turn,” he said softly.
“I’ll do coffee and doggie breakfast.”
We touched lips and Knox pulled us both out of bed.
He threw on some clothes and he and Jacques took off.
This left me alone with my toothbrush, the drama of last night having faded, Knox not around taking all my attention, and it was only then I realized I’d completely forgotten his mom had come to visit me.
In my defense, in the interim, I’d rolled around in beet and potato soup in a fancy restaurant, which would turn anyone’s mind to the matters at hand.
But I needed to tell him as soon as he got back.
I had everything ready when they came through the door. Knox took off Jacques’s lead, and he trotted to his bowl. He hung the leash on the hook by the door and headed my way.
I waited until he’d had a sip of coffee and asked me, “Eggs for breakfast? English muffins? Something else?”
“I don’t know how to share this without you losing your shit,” was my preamble. “So I’m just going to share it, but before I do, I beg you to take a minute and try to get a lock on it because it happened, it’s over, and as with Cheyenne, we’re moving on.”
He had his cup half suspended to his beautiful mouth, and his equally beautiful eyes locked on me, when he grunted, “What?”
“I will also remind you that I got in a catfight at a nice restaurant between then and now,” I said.
He dropped the mug and clipped, “Luna, spill it.”
God.
God.
“Okay. When I was walking to my car last night, someone was waiting there to talk to me.”
The air in the room closed in on me.
“Knox—”
“Who?”
“Knox—”
“Goddammit, Luna. Who?” he barked.
“Your mom,” I said gently.
He stood still.
I waited.
“You’re fucking with me,” he whispered.
I shook my head.
He held my gaze a beat then looked to his feet.
“Knox, honey—”
He lifted his head. “What did she say?”
“She wanted to talk to you.”
His entire face got hard. “What did you say?”
“I told her I’m not your go-between. And I told her it was highly unlikely you’d want to talk to her after you learned she ambushed me.”
“Damn straight,” he bit off, set his mug down with a loud thunk and pulled his phone out of his joggers.
“Knox—”
“Nope, Luna. Fuck no,” he ground out while his thumb moved on his phone screen. He stopped and looked at me. “There a reason you know that explains why the boys in the control room missed her?”
“She was careful not to step into camera range.”
Hellfire broke out all around us.
“Honey, take a breath,” I advised.
He did not take a breath.
He went back to his phone with his thumb then put it to his ear.
It was early, but I knew it didn’t ring very long because he said, “Yeah, it’s me.
” Pause. “You don’t get that seein’ as one of your boys put holes in me.
” Pause, then, “Do not tell me that shit. I do not want to hear that shit. You talkin’ to Mom?
” Another pause, and then, “Tell her she gets near Luna again, I will not be responsible for what I do.” Pause and, “Fuck you, Gypsy. Fuck Rocco. Fuck Dad. Fuck Crew and Poe. And fuck Mom. I cannot fuckin’ believe you don’t have the love and respect for me to keep me out of that mess.
” Pause. “No. Hell no, Gypsy. Be fuckin’ smart. ”
A long pause while he lifted his hand to the back of his neck, squeezed, dropped it and then went back at her.
“You gotta know how much it guts me to say this, but I got no choice because you didn’t give me any. I want you out of my life, Gypsy. Forever.”
One last pause while my heart broke for him.
Then, “You really need to get that message because I’m not going to change my mind.
And if you don’t do it, and I hear from you, especially if any of this shit touches Luna, her and me will disappear.
I’ve been done with your shit for ages. Hear me, one way or the other, this ends now.
Do one last fuckin’ thing for me. Finally, unlike how you’ve been playing it, make how that happens easy for me. ”
With that, he hung up and immediately said to me, “It isn’t gonna be us disappearing, babe. It’ll be her. I just had to say that because she can’t know I know they’re fucked.”
I nodded.
“Please come here,” he said.
I went right there.
We wrapped our arms around each other, and I pressed tight.
“I’m sorry she pulled that on you,” he muttered into the top of my hair.
“It’s not yours to apologize for.”
“I’m still sorry.”
I knew he was.
I pressed tighter.
“She admitted Rocco ordered that hit,” he whispered.
I shut my eyes tight and shoved my face in his chest.
“Told me straight out her man called for the murder of their boy,” he went on. “My fuckin’ sister.”
I squeezed him hard.
“Like I’d thank her or something.”
I let him go only to arch back to look at him and grab hold of his head in both hands.
“This isn’t you,” I stated.
“I know.”
“If it has to be us who takes off, then it’ll be us who takes off,” I said.
His eyes warmed, and he too took an arm from around me so he could run the pad of his middle finger down my hairline. He watched it go while I watched a lot of cruel and beautiful things warring in his eyes.
The beautiful won out and he said, “It won’t come to that, gorgeous.”
“I hate you have to deal with this,” I bitched.
“I know. It won’t be for much longer.”
“We got rid of Cheyenne, and now we might have to get a restraining order on your mom.”
“If we have to, we have to. Then we’ll move on.”
I blew out an annoyed breath.
He watched me.
Then he repeated his question of, “Eggs or muffins? Or something else?”
“I love you,” I replied.
His lips tipped up. “I know.”
“I want one of Willow’s cupcakes for breakfast, so I’m good until I get to work. What do you want?”
He grinned. “One of Willow’s cupcakes. I’ll come into work with you and get one of the guys to come get me when my shift is on.”
I let him take my weight as I tipped my head back further and went up on my toes.
He took the hint and kissed me.
It was again wet, sweet and thorough.
“Shower?” he asked when we were done.
“You betcha,” I answered.
We didn’t break and go to the bathroom.
He cupped my head, pressed my cheek to his chest and gave me a very hard hug that lasted a long time.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
I knew exactly what he needed.
“I love you.”
I felt his chest expand with the big breath he took.
He let it out.
And then we went to the bathroom.
* * *
After our shower, while getting ready, I told Knox about my convo with Dream.
It kind of sucked to share that me and my sister were coming together while he and his sister had broken apart, but I didn’t think he’d want me to keep it from him.
He didn’t react badly.
But of course.
He interrupted my makeup regime by getting off the toilet lid he was sitting on while listening to me, and he gave me a hug.
During this time, he shared that Shaw had gone to get my car last night, so we didn’t have to worry about swinging by the storage units to retrieve it.
These guys thought of everything.