Chapter Eleven #2
"Are you sure?" I whisper, knowing I might break if he's changed his mind.
"Fuck yes," he growls, sliding his hands behind his head and nodding to the pole standing at attention between us.
Thank God.
Biting my lip, I slide my hand down his belly, wrapping my hand around the velvety flesh of his cock. I lift my hips and drag the head between the lips of my pussy, knowing I'm more than wet enough.
"Oh fuck," he hisses.
Notching the tip at my entrance, I slowly begin to sink down, moving up and down until I'm fully seated.
"Shit. Give me a second to adjust," I hiss when his hips flex, shifting my ass against his thighs.
Sliding his hands free, he grips my waist tightly. "Oh fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good."
"Gotta move, G," he says through clenched teeth, flexing his hips again. In the next moment, I find myself on my back as he draws my leg up and over his shoulder.
"You good?"
"Fuck me, Knox." I squeeze the muscles in my pussy and he groans.
He pulls his hips back slowly, torturously, then slams back inside.
My hips lift to meet him thrust for thrust. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. God, it's been too long.
Sweat slicks across my chest as he hits that spot deep inside me over and over again.
"Hurry, baby," he croaks, flicking his thumb against my clit. His hips thrust once, twice, three times, and again.
"Yes!" I scream out in ecstasy as the best orgasm I've ever had rips through me like a hurricane.
"Fuuuuck," Knox groans, holding himself deep inside me.
"Can. We. Do. That. Again?" I ask through panted breaths.
"Give me a minute," he says before placing the softest kiss on my lips. When he finally pulls away, he smiles warmly, then proceeds to roll onto his back until I'm draped across his chest.
Standing in the shower with the spray flowing down my chest, I relax fully against the heat of Knox's body as he works my conditioner into my hair.
He woke up this morning vowing to pamper me like a princess so I'd never want to leave.
Truth is, I'm already there. Somewhere between Miami and the Jacksonville city limits, I fell head over biker boots in love.
"You sore?" he asks, sliding his hand around my hip and slipping his finger between my lower lips.
"No," I hiss, lying through my teeth. Knox decided after our first roll in the sheets last night he was up for an all-night fuck fest, which I was more than happy to participate in.
"Liar," he laughs against my shoulder. "Lean forward and put your hands on the shower seat."
Biting my lip, I do as he asks.
"Don't move," he instructs, smoothing his hand down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and brushing ever so lightly between my legs.
"Knox," I moan as his thumb circles my clit over and over, working me up into a frenzy before finally thrusting into my weeping core. Urgently, I ride his fingers. Just when my orgasm is upon me, he draws his hand away.
"No," I cry out.
"Patience," he growls, moving in behind me, working his cock through the wet and notching the tip. Slowly, he slides inside, and I groan.
"Please, baby," I beg, needing him to move faster.
His hips slowly rock back and forth until he's buried to the hilt, and slowly, he slides in and out until I'm worked up into a fever pitch.
"Baby, please!" The torture’s killing me.
"Don't move," he says, pressing his thumb against my puckered hole.
"Knox," I hiss when he pushes through the resistance.
"Breathe, baby," he urges, working his cock and finger in and out in sync.
"Don't stop," I moan as the ache quickly turns to pleasure. God. That feels so good. His hips continue to thrust as one finger turns to two and then to three. The sensation is overwhelming, my body humming from the fullness.
Slowing his movements to a stop, he pulls his fingers free. Turning my head over my shoulder, our eyes lock. "Take a breath, baby, and let it out slowly."
"Knox," I say nervously when I feel the head of his cock glide from my pussy to my ass and press against and through the ring of muscle. "Breathe, baby," he reminds.
Exhaling slowly, I try to relax as he pushes all the way inside.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck, G. Goddamn, your ass is so tight. So hot," he praises over and over as he holds himself still for me to adjust.
"I need you to move," I pant when my toes start to tingle, signaling an orgasm is quickly approaching.
Carefully, he starts to rock his hips, but that's not going to do. "Harder," I beg.
Gripping my hips, Knox thrusts his hips faster.
"Oh, God. Right there. Don't stop!" I chant as bliss sweeps through me. At the same time, Knox leans over my back and cums long and loud.
"Damn, G. What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?" Knox laughs.
"You started that, not me," I remind him as his cock slips free.
"Can you blame me?" he asks, palming my tits and giving them a squeeze when I stand.
"You're a caveman."
"You love it." Biting my lip, I nod my agreement. I do love it because I know without a shadow of a doubt this man would never do a thing to harm a hair on my head.
"As much as I want to stay in this bubble with you, we need to get cleaned up."
"Yeah," he sighs, shutting off the water and moving aside so I can step out. "Thorn will be blowing up my phone soon if we don't get our asses in gear."
It took Knox and me a little longer than we'd planned to get from the hotel to the tents where the club was set up.
Traffic was insane, and there were more people than I'd ever seen gathered in one place before.
Don't get me wrong, I'd been here once before with Rock, and it was extremely packed then.
But for some reason, it felt like there were twice as many people packed onto Main Street than there had been the last time I was here.
"G! We're going to walk around and check out the vendors. Come with us!" I looked to Knox, not knowing if he still needed my help with the raffle tickets they were selling.
"Kidd! Go with the girls," Knox yells before dropping his lips onto mine. Damn, I could really get used to this. Smiling against my lips, he whispers, "Be good, baby."
"I'm always good, babe," I tease. Knox reaches out to grab me, and I jump back, laughing when he misses.
"Come on, G. Let's get out of here before your ol' man changes his mind," Kidd says, draping his arm around my shoulders and steering me toward Kierra and Sierra.
"Where are the babies?"
"With their daddies," they say at the same time, grinning at each other when they do. I swear, when they do that, it's a little creepy.
As we make our way along Main Street, we check out the booths selling everything from patches to custom helmets. "Oh, thank God. Let's pop in there," I say, pointing to the tent set up selling riding boots. "I need to get a new pair. These are killing my feet."
"Figures," Sierra laughs. "The cute ones never seem to be as comfortable." Ain't that the truth?
"Maybe they sell some for men, too," Kierra adds, widening her eyes as she points to Kidd's ratty boots.
He really could use a new pair. "Is that a fashion statement?" I ask him, nodding to the duct tape holding the soles together.
"Yeah, yeah. Give the poor prospect shit," he smirks.
I follow behind him into the tent and pick up a pair of standard black Harley boots with a reasonable heel.
When I look up to ask the vendor manning the tent what the price is, my breath stalls. Three tents down, a lone figure is standing with narrowed eyes trained directly on me.
It can't be.
"Did you find your size?" I jolt, spinning around, almost falling onto my ass when Kidd scares the shit out of me.
"No," my voice trembles. When I turn back around, the spot I thought I'd just seen Rick is empty. I spin around in a circle, scanning all around me.
Nothing. He's not here. Did I imagine him?
"You okay, G?" Sierra asks, moving in next to me and scanning the area like she feels the threat is as real as I do.
"Fine," I force a smile. "Thought I saw a ghost."
"Let's head back to the trailer," Kidd insists, picking up on the tension. I don't argue; glad someone else suggested it because I'm no longer in the mood to wander around out here like a sitting duck.