Chapter Eight
Marshal had insisted on a movie marathon.
Since he had gotten off his business call, he had refused to be alone. Ava was okay with it. He’d insisted on turning it into a pajama party, and had even loaned Knox a pair of sweatpants. They were curled up on his sofa. Ava was wrapped in Knox’s arms, and Marshal was on the other end.
They were watching romance movies—Marshal’s choice—and so far, three movies had made him cry.
Her ass was numb and she used the excuse to go and make some popcorn.
She was trying to figure out how to get Marshal to go to bed so she and Knox could have sex.
That was all she could think about. Sex. Lots of sex.
He’d brought her to orgasm while draining potatoes. How did that happen? Before she could even suggest that she help Knox with his arousal, Marshal had entered the kitchen. If he’d known what they had been up to, the man didn’t show it.
She liked Marshal. He was a nice guy, a little shallow at times, and he let his money do all the talking, but right now he wasn’t being a great guy. She was tempted to tell him to leave her the fuck alone, but she didn’t want to be rude.
“This is fun, isn’t it?” Marshal asked.
Ava looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the large smile on his face. Marshal wasn’t doing this on purpose. He was enjoying the movie marathon, and he looked happy.
She knew when she’d stumbled onto him in rooms in the past few days, he’d be standing there, staring at nothing, appearing so lost in his own thoughts.
Marshal had a lot of wealth and could have anything at his fingertips, but the irony was, he didn’t have anyone he could trust. Sure, the snap of his fingers and the house would be beaming with people he didn’t know, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
Anyone would turn up for a party, but it didn’t mean they’d watch your back.
“Yeah, this is great.”
“I’ve never had a movie night before. At least, not where I got to pick the movies.” Marshal smiled.
“What happened to your parents?” Ava asked.
Marshal shrugged. “Car accident, I think. I’m not really sure. I know I inherited their small fortune and their business was failing. All I could do was attempt to rebuild it.” He gave another shrug again.
“You weren’t close to your parents?”
“Nah, they were more interested in their own lives than their son’s. All they wanted from me was to be left alone and to grow up. What about you?”
“I didn’t know my parents,” Ava said. “I grew up in the foster care system.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I like where I’m at today.”
“Is that how you know Knox?”
She shook her head. “Nah, Knox rescued me from a very bad situation.” There was no point in telling him that Knox killed a serial rapist and murderer who intended to make her the next victim.
“Knox is a good guy.”
“That he is.”
“Look, I know you two want to run off and do the dirty together, but I like you guys, and I like hanging out with you. This is a lot of fun, and I’ll go to bed soon, I promise.” He winked at her and grabbed a couple bottles of beer. “You want one?”
She shook her head. She didn’t drink and hadn’t since that night she met Knox. She was not going to pull Knox away and be selfish, even though part of her wanted to do exactly that.
“See you in there.”
The popcorn was done, and Ava pulled it out of the microwave, opened the bag, and enjoyed the scent as a wave of steam wafted up.
With the popcorn ready, she grabbed a soda and joined them as Marshal sat on the other end of the sofa.
She snuggled against Knox, and the two men shared the popcorn.
When it was Knox’s turn to have some popcorn, she’d steal some right out of the bowl.
Even as the movie played, Ava watched but was far more aware of Knox than she was of the movie. She’d never really been interested in movies or television. To Ava, they had sold too many lies.
The minutes seemed to tick on by, slowly.
One minute.
Two minutes.
The movie seemed to last a lifetime, and finally, when she didn’t think it would ever stop, the magical words of The End came on in fancy writing, and Marshal let out a loud yawn.
“Wow, that was fucking boring,” Marshal said. “Okay, that’s me pooped, and I think it’s time for me to hit the sack, which is exactly where I’m going. See you two crazy lovebirds in the morning.”
He surprised her by leaning down and kissing her cheek, and then tapping Knox on the shoulder.
“What do you think all that was about?” she asked.
“He’s lonely.”
“Do you think we need to find him someone?”
“I think Marshal needs to find people he can trust and who have his back.”
“True, but I think we’re those people,” Ava said.
“Then that is what we are.” Knox massaged her shoulders.
“Do you think it’s weird that you were contracted to kill him and you kept him alive?”
“I wasn’t contracted to kill him. Patricia approached, but I wasn’t going to do it. Do you want to head up?”
“Yeah, I do.”
She grabbed the remote and turned the television off. It was against her nature to leave anything, and Knox didn’t move as she plumped up the cushion and the pillows, grabbing the empty beer bottles, along with the soda can and empty bowls of popcorn.
“You know that can wait until the morning,” Knox said, coming up behind her. He placed a hand at her hip, and she stopped on her way to the kitchen.
“I know, but then I’d have to do it in the morning, and you know it’s going to drive me insane.”
He chuckled and still followed her into the kitchen, where sure enough, she still had to do the dishes, but she wasn’t desperate enough to have to put them away. That could wait.
With the dishes on the drainer, the bottles and cans in the necessary recycling bin, she turned back to Knox.
He was looking at her with a slightly crazed expression she couldn’t quite decipher, but then he took charge as he rushed toward her.
There was nowhere for her to run and hide, not that she wanted to.
He lifted her up and over his shoulder and she couldn’t stop laughing, even as he started to carry her away from the kitchen.
“Knox, I can walk, you know.”
“That I do know, but guess what?” he said, giving her ass a little tap. “I don’t want to let you walk.”
He carried her all the way up to her bedroom. Only when they were nearing the bed did he put her down, but then he cupped her face and Ava tilted her head back.
The moment he took possession of her lips, she lost all thought, lost in the feel of him.
He grabbed the base of her shirt and started to pull it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. She attacked his shirt, wanting him naked.
Knox was a master when it came to her bra, and the moment they were both naked, he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in close so their bodies were flesh to flesh. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of him against her.
He ran the tips of his fingers down the curve of her back, and he broke the kiss, trailing his lips across her shoulder, going toward her neck. The moment he was at her pulse, she couldn’t help but gasp. The pleasure rushed through her body. All that mattered was the two of them.
Knox moved his hands down, and she felt him start to play with the tie of her sweatpants.
Marshal had insisted on this being a pajama party.
She sunk her teeth against her bottom lip, and she heard his growl.
Her nipples tightened. The pants finally fell to the floor, and it would seem Knox didn’t have any patience with her panties.
He tore them right off her body, and she let out a little yelp as he did so.
It felt so good, Knox taking control.
She wanted this, craved it, and as he pressed her to the bed, she was more than willing to give him whatever he desired.
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Throughout the whole movie night, Knox hadn’t paid attention to a single movie. He wouldn’t be able to answer any questions related to the movies. Having Ava close to him, feeling her body meshed against his, all thought left his mind.
All he could think about was Ava. The feel of her soft body against him.
The desire to touch her was so damn strong.
He didn’t even realize he had that much control, until he was finally able to portray it.
It would be so easy to cup her tits, touch her, play with her and tease her, to make her all his.
Instead, he sat, looking at the screens passing from one scene to another, until it had been time to call it a night.
Marshal had been so happy, and it would seem against all the freaking odds, he actually liked the guy.
He wasn’t even disappointed that he didn’t kill him.
He was one of those rare people that just seemed nice.
Sure, there were moments when he did dick-ish things, but that was the nature of the beast.
Pushing thoughts of Marshal out of his mind, he instead focused on Ava as he pushed her down to the bed, completely naked.
Taking possession of her lips, he couldn’t help but admit he was a little obsessed with her lips.
They were so inviting and tempting, and he didn’t want to stop as he traced his tongue across her mouth.
She opened up to him, and he plunged his tongue inside, dancing his with hers.
She let out a moan, which he swallowed down.
Reaching between them, he loosened the tie he had pulled to keep the sweatpants up, and now he wanted them off, so he began to wriggle them off his body, kicking them out of the way and doing the same to his boxer briefs. His dick was so fucking hard.
He began to kiss down her body. He got to her luscious tits, pressed them together, and sucked on each nipple in turn, before gliding his tongue across each tip. He moved back and forth, working her tits, and then he let them go, sliding his tongue down her stomach.
Gripping her knees, he spread open her legs, then pressed his face against her pussy.
Her moan echoed around the room, and he couldn’t resist teasing over her clit.
He moved it back and forth across her nub, and then took her clit into his mouth, tightening his suction around it.
She arched up, and with one hand, he caressed up, going to one tit and massaging the globe within his hand.
Moving across her body, he went to the other tit and gave it a nice squeeze, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
Letting go of her clit, he moved his tongue down toward her entrance.
He couldn’t believe she had been his little virgin, and he plunged in deep, fucking her with his tongue. She was so tight.
With his other hand, he pressed a finger inside her, alternating with his tongue, feeling her pussy quiver. He just couldn’t take it anymore. He had intended to bring Ava to orgasm with his tongue, but now he wanted to feel her ride his cock as she found her release.
Putting his dick to her core, he began to slide inside her, inch by glorious inch, and she gasped, arching up. He couldn’t help but glance down and watch as his length disappeared inside her.
Knox quickly looked into her eyes and checked to make sure she wasn’t in any pain. The moment he was sure she was fine, he started to push his dick even deeper within her.
When she had nearly all of him, he grabbed her hips, and for the last few inches, he pulled her right onto his dick, and then he paused, waiting, staring into her eyes.
He took one of her hands, then the other, locking their fingers together before pressing her hands to the bed. It would be so easy to fuck her, but he wasn’t interested in just rutting on top of her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He kissed her lips, so gently. Slowly, he started to pull out of her pussy, taking his sweet time, and then just as slowly, he filled her.
Rocking his hips back and forth, he felt every inch of her pussy sucking on his cock.
She was tight. His little virgin. It drove him wild to know he was the only man that had ever felt this with her. He wanted to keep her.
There had always been something special about Ava. She’d been a woman he’d not been able to kill, not been able to let go. Not then, not now, not ever.
Ava made him want to do stupid stuff, like fill her pussy with his seed, make her pregnant. There was so much he wanted to do with her, and yet he rocked inside her, making her ache, making her moan.
He changed the speed, thrusting in deep, making her take his length. Then, he pulled out until nearly all of his cock was gone, so just the tip remained, and he stared into her eyes.
She whimpered. “Please.”
He couldn’t say no to her. Driving inside her, he fucked her hard for several thrusts, only to slow down until he was once again making love with her.
He took his time, working her pussy, getting accustomed to what she liked and didn’t like. Knox knew he was running out of restraint. He was not going to be able to hold back.
Thrusting inside her, he let her go and pulled back, so her legs were wrapped around his waist, but she laid on the bed.
He reached between them. She was so aroused as he worked her clit, and he felt her body respond as he moved over her nub.
Her pussy tightened around his length, and she gasped, arching up, thrusting her pelvis against him.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
He had no intention of stopping. There was only so much control a man had, and when it came to Ava, his was nearly used up.
Working her pussy right to the peak, he took her over the edge and watched her come apart.
She was beautiful, giving herself over to him.
Her trust astounded him. He never wanted to break that trust and knew he didn’t have a choice, he was going to have to leave soon and take care of the threat posed to him.
Pushing that shit out of his head and just focusing on her, he brought her to orgasm, and then taking hold of her hands once again, he pushed them to the bed and worked her body.
He thrust inside her, not wanting to stop.
Driving in deep, working her, he felt his own orgasm begin to build.
This time he didn’t stop, and as he thrust inside her one final time and came apart, filling her with wave upon wave of cum, he stared into her eyes, wishing.
Knox hadn’t wished for anything in a very long time, but as he stared at Ava, he wished that she would get pregnant.
He wished for a life with her, and he didn’t want it to stop.
He would do everything in his power to make sure he gave her a life worth fighting for. He was not going to turn his back on her.
Ava was his.