Epilogue One
KNOX
T he last few months here at Cumberland Crossings have been hard as hell, but they've also been rewarding. It took Beth and I a little while to find our footing, especially after I recovered from being stabbed. But we've done that now, and I'm happy here. I can say that without any exception.
"I'm going to be late," she argues, trying to push my hands away from her.
I'm reaching out, grabbing hold of her waist, and pulling her to me. "I'm pretty sure we'd have a lot more fun if you were late."
She stops trying to pull away from me, but turns in my arms. Her eyes move up and down my body, taking in all of it. "You do look fucking hot in your uniform shirt, and gun at your hip."
A month ago, Ryker implemented something close to the Sheriff's department we had back in Bishop's Landing, and while he's in charge, I'm his second in command.
Two of the people in our community who are good at sewing, made us all a uniform shirt, and I'm thinking about paying them to make me more.
Especially if this is how Beth is going to react.
"Oh you like the authority huh?" I circle my arms around her waist, hands cupping her ass.
"Yeah," she grins, the side of her mouth tilting up. "It's a turn on."
"Oh yeah?"
She leans in, her mouth taking mine, and I know at this moment, she's going to be late, and neither one of us will give a fuck about it.
I walk her backward until her shoulders meet the wall, my body pressing into hers, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
My cock is hard and begging to be released from behind my zipper.
She gasps, and I swallow the sound, my hands already moving.
They’re pushing up under her shirt, finding warm skin, and dragging my palms up her ribcage until she arches into me.
"Knox." My name comes out breathless, and full of need.
"Right here, babe." I drag my mouth down her throat, scrape my teeth lightly over her pulse point, and her head falls back against the wall. Her fingers find my hair and grip, and that's all the encouragement I need.
I get her shirt up and over her head in one smooth motion.
She reaches for my uniform shirt immediately, working the buttons with more patience than I currently have, and I help her along, shrugging out of it and dropping it somewhere behind me.
When her hands spread flat across my chest, I pull back just long enough to look at her.
She is fucking stunning. She always is, but like this? The way I’ve got her flushed, breathing hard, and looking up at me like I'm the only other person in this world? She absolutely wrecks me.
"You are so goddamn beautiful," I tell her, and I mean every bit of it.
Her expression softens for just a second before her hands drop to my belt. "Less talking."
I huff out a low laugh. "Yes ma'am."
What follows is not quiet or particularly patient.
Before we know it, we’re naked, and I’m pressing her against the wall.
She’s got her legs wrapped around my waist, I’m thrusting into her, and she’s scratching her nails down my back.
Beth is responsive in a way that still undoes me every single time, and I make it my personal mission to hear every sound she's willing to give me.
Her mouth hangs open as I fuck her so hard, I push her body further up the wall.
Afterward, we’re in bed, and she's sprawled across my chest, her breathing slowly evening out, her fingers tracing an absent pattern along my collarbone.
"I'm so late," she giggles.
"Extremely." I press my lips to the top of her head.
She tilts her chin up to look at me, and the smile she gives me is enough to make me hard again. Like I didn’t just have her. "Worth it though."
I tighten my arm around her. "Always."