Chapter Thirteen #2
“Give me a minute, woman.” A minute? Is he out of his mind?
“Knox.”
“Trying to kill me with your tight little pussy,” he groans, burying his head in my neck.
A laugh bubbles out as my head falls back against the shower wall. The last thing I want to do is kill him.
“Fuck it,” he growls, his resolve gone. Repositioning his hands under my thighs, he snaps his hips back and slams into me again and again.
My head rocks on my shoulders with every unforgiving thrust from his hips.
“Yes!” God, he feels so good. “Ah.” My eyes widen when his hips dip, and his pelvis grinds against my oversensitive clit.
“Like that?” he asks through labored breaths.
My head jerks up and down in the affirmative. Never, in all my life, has anything felt so good.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, God, right there,” I chant, plastering my body against his as he brings me through my orgasm. Tightening his grip, he thrusts his hips once, twice, and again before sinking his teeth into my shoulder and groaning his release.
“You good?” he asks, grazing his lips along my jaw.
“Perfect.” I smile.
Friday night, after a whole lot of begging, the boys and I finally convinced Knox to come with us to the Summer Fling. To say I'm shocked he's actually having a good time is an understatement.
"You want a funnel cake?" he asks, pointing to the food truck up ahead.
"Not yet." I smile up at him.
The truth is, I'm content being tucked into his side as we walk around the festival.
My heart is full watching the families bustling about, kids screaming as they spin around on teacups, and laughing when they win at the carnival games. The whole place embodies everything I’ve ever wanted.
A family of my own.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You.” Pressing my hand into his belly, I lift up onto my toes and touch my lips to his.
"Oh yeah?" His eyes twinkle. I know exactly what he's thinking, and yeah, that part of our relationship has been amazing.
We've been in a bubble for weeks and can't seem to keep our hands off each other.
In the shower, at the shop, in his room at the clubhouse, on his bike.
We've been like teenagers who just realized how amazing sex is and are making up for lost time.
"Not that," I laugh, pinching his side. "Just... all of this. I don't know how to explain it. I'm happy. You make me happy." I shrug my shoulders.
His face softens as he dips his head and pecks my lips. "Love you, baby."
"I love you, too." Heaven help me, I do — more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life.
"Come on, I'll win you a dog?” he says, pointing to the game with the moving targets. I clap my hands excitedly. Nobody's ever won a prize for me before.
"G!" I look over my shoulder when I hear my name to see Braydon, Brantley, and Bentley running in our direction with a handful of tickets.
“G, come ride on the Twisted Spinner with us.” Faces flushed, they huff and puff, out of breath.
I've grown pretty close with Knox's boys over the last couple of weeks, so the fact they want to hang out with me is everything.
Biting my lip, I look up at Knox. I want to go with them.
Especially since Braydon had been slowly letting me in.
More than anything, I want to be someone he can come to, and I truly feel like we're getting there. I’m earning his trust.
Shaking his head, Knox laughs. “Go on.”
“Yay,” the boys chorus.
Smiling softly, Knox kisses my lips, then winks at the boys. "I saw Thorn down that way." He points. "Gonna go shoot the shit with him. Come find me when you're done. Yeah?"
"We won't be long," I promise.
"Be good." He smiles, dropping his arm from around my shoulders.
Turning to the boys, I throw out my arms and wave ahead. “Lead the way.” I send up a prayer to the gods, not to lose my cookies as we make our way. Spinning in circles isn't my idea of fun, but I'll never tell these guys no.
“You’ve gotta see how fast they spin. It’s so cool,” Braydon goes on and on as we make our way across the grounds.
My stomach dips. Great.
He's so caught up in telling me about it that when we round the corner, he accidentally bumps into a woman walking in the opposite direction.
“Hey, watch it!” she snaps.
When he looks up to apologize, his eyes widen, and he quickly moves back, closer to me. It's when the twins move to stand behind their brother that warning bells start going off in my head. Something is very, very wrong with this whole situation.
My brows furrow as I look from the boys to her and back again.
Are they scared of her?
Grabbing the back of the twin’s shirts, I move them behind me, then wrap my arm around Braydon’s shoulders.
"There's no need to speak to him like that. It was an accident," I say sweetly, know you catch more bees with honey.
Braydon's body shudders. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him there was nothing for any of them to be afraid of. I'm here, and this bitch will have to go through me. I've got their back no matter what — no questions asked.
Braydon's anxiety is palpable, so I use my hold on his shoulders to move him behind me, too.
Realizing I'm not backing down, her narrow eyes leave Bray to lock onto mine.
I cross my arms over my chest and wait. Yeah, bitch. You heard me.
Turning up her nose, she looks me over from top to bottom before sneering. The jokes on her cause I do the same, and from my estimation, she must be someone important here at the school given the shirt she's wearing with the school logo and the lanyard around her neck with their mascot.
Ahh. Now I get it. She's one of those.
She thinks she's better than my boys. The thought has barbs prickling at the back of my neck.
I’ll throttle her ass.
“We should go,” Braydon whispers from behind me. When I glance over my shoulder at him and the twins, I see the plea on their faces. They want me to leave it alone.
Inhaling a deep breath through my nose, I slowly let it out. Fine. I don't like it, but I'll back down this time.
When I turn back around, I'm not at all surprised the battle-ax is still glaring. “Our apologies.”
It's a lie. I'm not sorry for shit, and she can go fuck herself.
“Come on, boys,” I say over my shoulder as I start walking away. My eyes flick to her once more to still find her watching with narrowed eyes.
Something's off about that woman, and whether the boys like it or not, I'm not going to bite my tongue the next time something like that happens.