Chapter Twelve #2
"I do. It's nice. What'd this put you back?" He looks at me and asks.
"She paid way too fucking much for it."
His brows hit his hairline. "She bought this shit?"
"Yeah, she did, without talking to me about it first. I have Dex working to move the money back into her account."
"Knox!" she growls. I lift my hand, my shoulder going up as well. I tried to give it back to her, but she's a stubborn little shit.
Don't get me wrong, it's nice shit — too nice, meaning it was pricey. I don't mind spending money on nice shit, I just don't want her spending her money when it's my job to take care of my family.
I've asked repeatedly how much she spent, and she refuses to tell me. When I threatened to send it all back, she read me the riot act. From there, things deteriorated, seeing as my dick got hard from her sassy mouth, which then led to me fucking her on the kitchen table.
Wrath's eyes widened. "You put this together in two days?" he asks, eyes darting from the outdoor sofa, loveseat, dinette set, and three oversized loungers. The icing on the cake was the big-screen TV she had the store mount under my covered porch.
"Yep." Her voice was laced with pride.
"This shit is nice, babe. I oughta' have you spruce up my place. Make it nicer for Mila."
"Uh — Sure."
Hearing the doubt in her voice, I frown. "Why are you surprised? You're really good at this shit, baby." I'm not sure what it is that makes her doubt her abilities, but I've noticed it more and more over the last couple of weeks, on top of her having a hard time accepting a compliment.
Her shoulders go up.
“I don't know,” she answers shyly, not liking that I put her on the spot.
Deciding to leave it alone for now, I grab her belt loop and pull her around the arm of my chair and down onto my lap. “That’s better.”
“You’re such a caveman.” She sighs playfully.
“Wrath, how’s Rosa doing? She has surgery soon, yeah?” Thorn asks, drawing our attention. Rosa is Wrath’s aunt who lives in the house next door to his. She may be eighty, but she's a firecracker, always on the go with her senior ladies' club.
“She’s doing well. Still stubborn as hell and shouting for anyone who'll listen that she doesn’t want the hip replacement. Says she's afraid of being put under.”
“Can’t say I blame her there,” G adds, scrolling through her phone.
“Daddy, I'm ready to go home,” Mila says around a yawn as she climbs up onto the deck.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin?”
“I’m tired, and the boys are stupid. They won't let me slide down the rope.” My brows furrow as I look up fourteen feet, where it's attached to a tree limb.
"Are you scared of anything?" Wrath teases.
I shake my head. The girl is a fuckin’ daredevil.
“Uh… you don’t need to slide down the rope, sweetie. You could fall off and get hurt,” G gently explains.
Planting her hands on her hips, Mila narrows her eyes on my woman and declares, “I can do anything them boys can do.”
Quickly nodding her head, G's eyes twinkle as she backtracks, “Of course, you can. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Jesus, you got your hands full with that one,” Wrath says, clapping Thorn on the shoulder as he stands to his full height.
Thorn groans. “You ain’t kidding.”
I don't envy him at all. Jesus.
“I’m going to head out too," Wrath adds, lifting Mila when she reaches for him.
He's going to make a good daddy one day when he finds the right woman to settle down with.
“You don’t have to rush off,” G says.
Squeezing her thigh, I widen my eyes when she looks down at me.
“What?” she asks, clueless to the message I'm trying to relay. The sooner my brothers leave, the sooner we’ll be alone.
Thankfully, Thorn and Wrath know the score and beat feet without busting my balls.
Hours later, with my back against the headboard and the covers pulled up to my waist, I scroll through the messages on my phone.
“Hey.” My head shoots up — my dick does, too.
G's standing in the bathroom doorway in one of her sexy nighties.
“Look what you do to me,” I growl, waving to the growing tent in the sheets. “You’re sexy, and my dick agrees.” I shrug, demanding, “C’mere.”
She makes a show of climbing up from the foot of the bed, her nightie gaping at her tits, giving me the perfect view. I sit up and yank the covers to the side, giving her room to climb in and straddle my waist. "You evil woman," I groan when she grinds her bare pussy against my throbbing cock.
"Mmm," she moans, bucking her hips faster.
“No panties?” I lift a brow. She usually doesn't like to sleep naked, something I'm determined to change because I like having access to her body.
“None,” she purrs, eyes hooded with desire.
I grin.
Fuck yeah.
“Well, then. By all means.” I wave out my arms, tucking them behind my head. “Fuck me, baby.”
I'm curious to see what she’ll do, given she isn't usually the one to initiate sex.
My eyes follow her movements as her tiny hand wraps around my cock, pumping from base to tip.
My hips flex, and I groan.
Her soft hand wrapped around me feels amazing, but I want more. “Put me inside,” I order.
She looks up, bites her lip, then slides my cock through the wet between her legs before positioning the head at her entrance. It's taking all of my control not to take over. I'm too amped up.
“Yes,” she hisses, tossing her head back as she rolls her hips seductively, back and forth, up and down, taking every inch.
My eyes go back and forth from the bliss on her face to the juncture between her legs where we're connected. Never, in all my life, have I seen anything more beautiful than my woman caught up in her pleasure or the sight of her pussy wrapped snuggly around my cock.
"Fucking perfection." My hips thrust, causing her head to fall back on her shoulders as she starts to ride me faster.
My hands go to her hips, yanking her down harder. Skin flushed and warm, hair draped down her back, and the long, slender column of her neck on display is almost my undoing.
I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into the corded flesh.
“So beautiful,” I rasp, thrusting my hips faster and harder.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers, leaning her head against mine as her hips rock back and forth.
Lifting my hands, I smooth her hair back, fisting the silk strands so I can see her beautiful face as she rides me.
“Ah,” she cries out, arching her back when I tug, encouraging her to move faster. Her movements become frantic as she grinds deeper against my aching cock.
“Fuck,” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut. Her sweet torture is killing me, and I'm not sure I can take much more before I blow.
Gripping her hips, I roll, dropping her onto her back and settling on my knees between her thighs.
“Want this?” I ask, sliding my hands up her thighs, the fabric of her night moving up her body as I go.
“Yes.” Her eyes droop as her hand slides down her torso to the lips of her pussy, where she uses her fingers to spread open her lips.
My eyes flick from her weeping core to her hooded eyes. Licking my lips, I squeeze my cock, more turned on than I’d ever been. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Diving downward, I brush her hands aside as my shoulders make room between her legs. Slicking my thumbs along her slit, I part the lips of her pussy and dip my head, sucking her clit deep.
“Oh, God,” she chants, gripping my hair to hold my face to her center. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
Not on her fucking life.
I suck, lick, and nibble until she's a writhing, panting mess.
When her hips start to rock, signaling she's getting close, I slide my fingers inside her, finger fucking her until the walls of her pussy clamp down.
“Knox,” she keens, squeezing her thighs around my head as she cums in my mouth. Lapping at her cream, I bring her down slowly before falling onto the bed beside her.
"Fuck," I groan, closing my eyes where her soft hand wraps around my cock and starts to stroke expertly.
"Baby," I hiss, eyes shooting down to my woman as she settles between my legs.
"Want me in your mouth, baby?" I ask, fisting her hair, guiding her closer.
"Open," I demand, wrapping my hand around hers and guiding my cock to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the head, before she widens her mouth and swallows me whole.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan when she takes all of me and hollows her cheeks as she slowly pulls off.
Goddamn.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. With my hand in her hair, I use my grip to guide her up and down as my hips thrust faster and faster.
"Gonna cum, baby," I warn, quickly letting her go so she can pull off.
"Fuck yes! That's my good girl," I praise when she continues to bob her head, taking me deeper into the back of her throat and swallowing around me as I blow my load down her throat.
"Fuck me, baby. That fucking mouth." I sigh, lifting my arm when she moves, draping her body across my chest.
"Night, honey," she whispers, pressing her lips to my chest.
Tightening my arms around her, I kiss the top of her head. "Night, baby."