Chapter Six
Ava lifted up her pants, lining up the legs, pressing them together, and placing them across the ironing board. Marshal was downstairs, insistent on doing his cardio workout with one of his trainers, and Ava steered clear of that.
He had invited her to join them, and she’d been stupid enough to agree, but not a second time. Her body had screamed for two days afterward, and all the time, while Marshal was asking how good it felt, her body had been yelling at her, Why? Why did you do this to me?
Cardio was out the window for her. She loved to walk, but that kind of exercise was not for her.
She, instead, preferred to do the laundry.
It had accumulated over the past week, and she carried all the loads of washing she had done, and there was an ironing board set up in her room.
Running the iron over the legs, Ava heard a rap on the door of her bedroom.
Marshal had given her a room that had a nice little veranda for her to step out onto and look over his property. It was late and it was dark.
At the rap again, Ava put the iron down, made her way across the room, and when the face appeared in the glass, she jumped back, putting a hand to her heart.
At first, fear rushed down her spine, but that was soon replaced by anticipation as she saw it was Knox staring back at her through the glass.
If he was climbing up to her bedroom window, that meant he was avoiding Marshal.
She rushed to the window and released the catch.
“Knox,” she said.
And she didn’t have to say another word as within seconds, he pulled her into his arms, and she couldn’t help but pinch herself after she threw her arms around his neck, attempting to convince herself she was awake and this was not a dream. There was pain, and she knew this was real.
She pressed her face against his neck, breathing him in, not wanting to stop. He was real. This was all real.
Then she pulled back just a little as his hands had gone to the curve of her ass. Staring into his blue eyes, she felt completely glued to the spot, and then his lips were on hers. This kiss, much like the one in the kitchen back at his place, was just as magical.
The movies did not know how to convey this feeling. It consumed. It was fire and passion, and everything in between. She felt the instant pull of heat between her thighs.
Neither of them spoke, but Knox kicked the door closed, and they moved across the bedroom. She shoved at his jacket, and no words were needed as he took her to the bed. In her mind, she was screaming how much she had missed him, but she didn’t say the words.
Knox broke the kiss first and started to trail his lips down her body.
As he did so, he opened up her shirt, button by button.
Even though she liked this shirt, the temptation to tell him to just tear it from her body was so strong, but she kept it to herself and waited.
The shirt came open, and it felt like it had taken a lifetime.
Then, his lips were on bare skin. She lifted up and helped to remove the shirt, pushing it off her body. The bra she wore was much easier to remove, as he reached behind her and flicked the catch right off.
This was the first time she had been naked in front of a man.
Knox pulled back, and she’d already removed the jacket he’d been wearing, and now she watched as he removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor, and his hands reached out to touch her. He put his hands at her side, and even to her, that felt so erotic, she didn’t want him to stop.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried to contain the sounds, because the last thing she wanted was for Marshal to rush into this room if he thought she was being attacked. He was taking his protective role quite seriously.
Knox kissed at her neck, then started to trail his lips down her body, moving toward her tits, which he took into his mouth. Sucking each nub into his mouth before moving to the next one. The way he tugged at her nipples sent shockwaves of pleasure rushing to her core.
She moaned his name. The pleasure was on the next level. It felt so good, and then he started to kiss down her body. It didn’t take him long to remove her pants, and she lifted up, watching as they were pulled down. Her panties joined the jeans on the floor, and Knox spread open her thighs.
Her face felt incredibly hot, and she was about to ask him what he was doing, but he answered that question for her as he pressed his face against her body, and she cried out at the pleasure.
It felt so good—even better than good. His tongue danced across her clit, and he pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her locked to the bed.
She was at his mercy. He was the one in control but as he took her clit into his mouth, there was no one else she wanted to be with. He was the master of her body, and she writhed against him, not wanting him to stop.
Knox growled against her body, his tongue flicking back and forth across her nub, and then going to her clit, sucking on it tightly.
She moaned his name ... screamed it. The sounds echoed around the room, because she couldn’t contain the pleasure.
She felt that peak starting to build, and she didn’t want it to stop, but she finally wanted to know the pleasure everyone talked about, the ride they all wanted to take.
Knox pushed her over the edge, she finally got to feel the orgasm, and she understood the power of it. She cried out, and even as the pleasure kept going to the next level, it was like she couldn’t stop it.
The intensity was intoxicating. She had no doubt that what made this even better was the fact she was with Knox, the man she loved more than anything. This was not a silly little crush. These were full-blown feelings that consumed her. It was unlike anything she had felt before.
Knox stopped teasing her and pulled back. She was still in the throes of pleasure and she watched, biting into her lip as he moved off the bed and began to remove the rest of his clothes.
She was not looking away, and as he removed his black boxer briefs, she couldn’t help but admire the fullness of his dick.
He was long and thick, and she knew this was going to hurt.
She hoped it didn’t, but they had never talked about her virginity and she wasn’t going to start talking about it now.
Knox crawled back on the bed, and she moved back until her head was against her pillows, and she spread her thighs. Her heart raced. She felt the excitement building within her.
Knox stared at her, and then she felt the nudge of his cock as it slid between the lips of her pussy.
Biting down onto her lip, she looked up at him, and he kissed her.
At the same time, she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he pressed forward.
Part of her brain was telling her she needed to tell him she was a virgin, and another part told her to keep it a secret.
He didn’t need to know.
****
Knox glared down at Ava as he had put her in the magical bubbles of the bathtub. She looked up at him, and he saw the little smile.
“Just say it,” she said.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
He was pissed off and a little happy, but mostly pissed off.
She hadn’t said anything to him about her virginity, and now he did know.
He’d been her fucking first. Yes, he was happy about that, but he also hadn’t been prepared, so when she let out a scream, he didn’t know at first what was going on.
“Are you going to join me?” Ava asked.
“No, I’m going to sort everything out. You’re going to stay here and in that water until I come back. Do you understand?”
“Knox, don’t be mad.”
He didn’t even justify that with a response, and instead he left the bathroom and went to the bed that had the evidence of what they had just done. He’d taken her virginity. Those thoughts kept going around and around his head, and he couldn’t seem to get them to stop. He’d been Ava’s first.
Taking the sheets off the bed, he bundled them up, as the door to her bedroom opened and Knox reached for the gun he kept close at all times. He stopped as soon as he realized it was Marshal.
“Knox, buddy, I was just coming in to check on Ava. Wait, where is Ava?”
“She’s in the bathroom. You’re not going in there.” He was thankful he had shut the door.
“When did you arrive, man? I was doing my cardio.”
“I arrived about an hour ago,” he said. He wasn’t exactly keeping track.
Marshal looked at him, then at the bedsheets, and back at him. “Not a single word.”
“What’s going on?” Marshal asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about. Do you have a laundry room?”
“Of course. Ava’s been doing my laundry for me, but I totally have one, and I happen to know where it is.”
“You didn’t know, did you, before Ava showed you?” Knox asked.
“It wasn’t like I needed to know. I had people to handle everything, and then my wife came in—sorry, ex-wife—and, well, it has been a little chaotic, but now I’m not, you know, worried about it at all. Ava’s been a big help. I don’t know what I would have done without her.”
“You’re not keeping her.”
“Have I even implied that?” Marshal asked.
Knox glanced over to Marshal.
“Okay, fine, fine, I’m tempted to ask you if I can keep her. You know what I was thinking?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Great, because that means I get to tell you everything I was thinking. I think this means you and Ava should move in with me permanently. You guys can look after me and check out the women I seem to attract, because let’s face it, I suck at it, big time.
” He let out a nervous laugh. “And I don’t know who is a friend and who is a foe, but you and Ava always seem to have my back. ”
Marshal took them to his laundry room, and Knox knew Ava had already been helping out with this place. She didn’t like mess. Everything was neatly organized. Even the detergent was arranged by size.
The one thing Ava struggled with was either to organize in alphabetical order, or size, from tallest to smallest. This made him smile as it was so incredibly cute.
“You’re panicking.”
“Yeah, I am. I was going to take Ava dancing with me, but she thinks it is a little too soon for me to attempt to get back into the dating game.” He sighed.
“You’re still going through a divorce,” Knox said.
“That is true. I must leave a bit of time between each one.”
Knox put the sheets into the wash.
“Why are you washing Ava’s sheets? Was the reason I couldn’t go in the bathroom because you killed her?”
“Shut up,” Knox said. “I would never hurt Ava, and you fucking know that.” The urge to slap this man up the side of the head was strong, but he stopped himself from doing so.
“It’s none of your business why we had to wash the sheets.
Now, I’m going to be with Ava. There are not going to be any more interruptions, are there? ”
“No, none, zip, nada, nothing.”
There was another smile.
Knox doubted the man even know what privacy meant, but he gave him a handshake, pulled him in for a hug, and then a slap on the back.
“Good talk.”
He made his way upstairs to find Ava exactly where he had left her.
“Did I hear Marshal come into the bedroom?”
“Yeah, you did.”
She groaned. “What did he do?”
“He wants to move us in indefinitely.”
“I don’t think he knows how to take care of himself, and I believe he uses his wives to take care of it.” She shrugged. “That is all I’m going to say. Did you know he didn’t know where half the rooms were in the house?”
Knox laughed, and he shoved his pants down, and then climbed into the bath, moving in behind her. Ava moved forward, giving him space so he could join her. He really liked the fact she had been a virgin.
“It doesn’t surprise me.”
“I had to explore his home, and I was the one to take him on a tour, it was kind of sad, to be honest.”
He started to rub her shoulders. “But you got through it?” he asked.
“Of course. It was easy and I even drew him a map so he knew where he was going.”
This made him laugh. “You’re always in control.”
She snuggled back against him, and he placed his hands on her stomach. He’d not used any condoms. Ava made him go completely out of his own head, and he just acted. She could be pregnant. It only took one time.
Knox had never thought about being a dad. He was a killer. That was his job. He killed people for money. He was good at it as well, and it didn’t exactly leave time for family, relationships, or being a father.
The thought of Ava being heavily pregnant filled his head, and he liked the thought of her carrying his baby. She would make one hell of a mom. He had met plenty of moms that were not fit for the role.
“Did you ... fix your problem?” Ava asked.
“No, not yet. I’m still working on it.”
“Do you still believe it’s another bounty hunter?”
“Yes, that bank account was shut down, but my guy is working on the funds. Nowadays there is always a digital footprint. There is always something linking something. He’s just got to find it for me.”
“What’s your hunch?” Ava asked.
“Patricia offered a portion of Marshal’s fortune, even a small percentage is a lot of money. The man’s rich.”
“I couldn’t tell,” she said, and he heard the subtle tease in her voice.
“I’m guessing he’s coming after me, seeing as I’m the one that kept Marshal safe, and I also exposed her, so there wouldn’t be any money.
If Marshal died now, there would be too much finger-pointing and shit like that.
” He stroked her stomach, and he still couldn’t get the image of her pregnant out of his mind.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? ”
“It didn’t come up,” Ava said. “And it’s not something you throw into a random conversation. Are you mad?”
“Not anymore. I promised I would never hurt you,” he said.
“And you still haven’t hurt me.” Ava spun around in the bath. “Don’t worry. I’m not in any kind of pain.” And she put a hand to his cheek, smiling up at him. “However, I do think we need to keep an eye on Marshal.”