Chapter 20 #2
Everything he would ever need.
When he entered her with two fingers, Summer cried out and arched into him. She didn’t care about the movie, didn’t care about anything but him, his tongue on her, his fingers inside her, her need for him, her love for him.
She knew why he’d done this. Because of the story she’d told him about Everett, not a story but a bad memory. Everything had been about the movie and Everett and his needs, and nothing about her.
But Knox made everything about her.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.
Not because he didn’t do it just right, but because he did, because she needed him as close as she could get him.
He tasted her as if she were his favorite meal, a culinary delight.
Inside, he played her G-spot like it was a fine instrument.
When she looked down at his dark head between her legs, his eyes were on her, reading her face, knowing what she wanted, and her body suddenly wound tight, waiting to spring loose.
She cried out his name, over and over, coming endlessly as he suckled her clit and rocked his fingers inside her.
Then, after one last lick, he rose, hands on her spread thighs. “What are they doing now?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
She didn’t care what they were doing on-screen, but she knew he had a point to make. “The stepmom is seducing her stepson.”
“Is she going to fuck him?”
She smiled. “Oh yeah.”
“Tell me exactly when he thrusts inside her.” Then he licked his lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
His words were enough to make her almost come again. Knox unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled his hard cock out. He stroked himself briefly, then he leaned close, rubbed his crown along her crease and over her still sensitive clit.
His words came out in a growl. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”
She knew he would. Because Knox wanted her.
When he asked, “Is she on top?”
With his cock stroking her, Summer could do nothing more than nod.
Sitting down on the couch beside her, he pulled her over him until his cock stroked her clit. He cupped her cheek with one hand. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. So desirable. So fucking hot.”
His eyes flicked to the TV, only for a moment, then came back to her face. “I’m going to enter you the moment she slips her stepson’s cock inside her.”
Summer shuddered with need. “Yes.” Then she whispered, “Now,” and he drilled his cock straight inside her. She shuddered, she quaked, she cried with the joy of feeling him inside her. Then he cupped her face in both his big hands. “Ride me, baby, fuck me, baby, take me hard.”
He didn’t look at the screen, only at her. Dropping his hands to her hips, they rode each other, Knox thrusting into her while she bore down on him. In a hoarse voice, he ground out, “Christ, I need to see you touch yourself for me.”
Being with Knox was nothing like it had been with Everett, when the only relief she got was from herself.
Knox ate her up with his gaze, watched her fingers on herself, and grew harder.
His pulse inside her set off a series of tiny explosions, foreshocks to the big one.
When it hit, she slumped forward, grabbed onto him, her arms tight around him as he took over, thrusting, pounding, making her orgasm last forever.
Until his teeth snapped together and his heat consumed her as he filled her with his essence.
They clung to each other, their bodies vacuumed together, and finally, he whispered against her hair, “I am so fucking in love with you.”
They didn’t need a movie. They didn’t need a story. They needed only this, each other. Forever.
“I love you,” she whispered as the movie droned on, unheeded.
He’d never thought he could love again. He’d never thought he’d want to love again. And yet she completed him in a way he hadn’t even known he was missing.
Then she added in a sweet murmur that vibrated against him, “Thank you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at her, so beautiful, her cheeks flushed pink from their lovemaking. “You’re thanking me for loving you?”
She shook her head. “For understanding how much Everett hurt me and for making it better again.”
He rubbed his nose against hers. “You are the most desirable woman I’ve ever known.” Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I love the way you fuck me.”
She smiled. “I’ve always felt like the way you say the word fuck makes it sound like a sweet nothing.”
He hugged her tightly. “Because it is. I’m going to fuck you for the rest of my life. Phone fuck, text fuck, and love fuck.”
Her arms were just as tight around him. “You were my fantasy man even before that very first phone call you overheard.”
He chuckled. “I know.”
She batted at him. “You are so arrogant.”
“But you love me anyway.”
She pulled back, looked at him, suddenly serious. “I’ve never loved a man the way I love you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. And I never will. It will always only be you.
And she was the woman he’d always dreamed of.
Her desk phone rang. It was him. But it only rang once. She waited. Then it rang again. And stopped again.
That was their signal, and Summer rose from her desk to close her office door.
When she called him back, he didn’t wait for her to say a word before whispering harshly against her ear. “I need to fuck you so hard you scream.”
“Who is this?” she snapped.
“The milkman. Let me in. You know you love how I fuck you.”
“There are no milkmen anymore.”
Even after the six weeks since the July Fourth company picnic, they hadn’t stopped the sexy phone calls.
Sometimes he called her from his car while he sat in her driveway.
He got her wet. He made her crazy. Then he came inside to do all manner of delicious things to her, sometimes on the kitchen counter, sometimes in the hallway, even right by the garage door.
He’d even taken her on the balcony in the dark.
Life with Knox was damn near perfect. They’d driven down to see her daughters in San Luis Obispo, and the girls heartily approved of him. And really, who wouldn’t? They’d also had dinner with Lee and Blaine, and they’d all gotten along so well. Knox had even played golf with Blaine.
“Come on, baby, I need a little something.” His manly whine made her smile.
But she wasn’t about to let him get away with breaking their rule. “I’m not doing you until you give me what you promised,” she said with snark raising her voice.
“I told you. It’s all arranged for tomorrow night. Now let me do you. I can’t wait any longer.”
“We already agreed, no sex until Saturday night.” They’d abstained since Tuesday to prepare for their next adventure. And it was killing her. She was wet and ready with his voice in her ear and with the thought of what he’d planned for this weekend.
“What should I wear?” She needed to know.
“It’s always your choice, you sexy wench. But may I suggest a dress? And no panties and no bra?”
“Maybe you should wear a kilt so I can just flip it up and take you in my mouth.”
He laughed. “You’ll never catch me in a kilt. But I might be prevailed upon to wear a pair of loose slacks to help you get at me anytime you want.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she murmured.
She was at the office, it was Friday, and almost everyone was out for the lunch hour—a long lunch hour since it was Friday—but that didn’t mean she would touch herself. He didn’t want her to. He wanted her needy and on edge for tomorrow night.
“Maybe I just want my big cock in your beautiful mouth so you can suck me.”
“Don’t you want me to suck somebody while you watch?” This was the way they teased each other. Fantasy. The only cock she wanted to suck was his.
“I’d have to kill him if you did.”
She loved the harshness that came over his voice, all dominant, jealous male. “Then how about I search for a silver fox to watch you fuck me in the cocktail room while everyone watches?”
“I want to search for the guy and make him watch what he can never have.”
She shivered. Though they’d fantasized about so many filthy things, they’d never been back to the club, never looked for Vince, their silver fox.
Until this Saturday night. They’d thought of it almost simultaneously after they’d made glorious love in his bed.
He’d told her how hot it had made him that night when he’d gone down on her in front of Silver Fox.
And she’d admitted how badly she wished she’d had the courage to let Knox fuck her that night with the man watching.
They both knew what they were agreeing to when they decided on a club date. Though it didn’t matter if they did anything at all, it would be hot and sexy just to watch all the sexual activity. And the sex would be even hotter when they got home.
“Christ, I can’t wait till tomorrow night to taste your sweet pussy.”
“But we promised.”
“And I’ve got fucking blue balls.”
“Neither of us gets to come until tomorrow night. At the club. Where everybody’s going to see us.”
He groaned like a kid who didn’t get his afternoon treat. “But I haven’t come for three days.”
“Neither have I. It’s good for us.” Then she whispered, “But it’s killing me too.”
“I fucking love how your mind works. I fucking love you so much I think I’m about to die.”
She loved it when he said things like that. Not just I love you, but I fucking love you. That word made everything so potent.
“And I’ll fucking love you until the day I die, Knox Turner.” She felt the words deep inside, surrounding her heart, and she meant every one of them.
Because she didn’t have to be afraid anymore, not of a relationship, not of Knox.
And not of loving him.