Chapter 4
4
KNOX
A week later
I t had been a week since my encounter with Kelsie in the hallway, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
But I’d thrown myself into work to get her out of my head. I knew it was a failing task though.
I wanted her too fucking badly.
The club grounds were quiet—the kind of silence that only came when the chaos had finally settled. Most of the members had ridden out earlier, leaving the property empty except for a few patches in the garage working on some restorations.
And I knew Kelsie was inside alone.
I leaned against my ride and finished my beer. It was my fourth, and that amount of alcohol made me feel loose but not enough to dull the edge that had been sharpening in me, knowing I was about to go in there and make her mine.
I was done waiting.
Kelsie.
I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trashcan and pushed away from my bike. I had one goal in mind. To see her. The distinct sound of rock playing from the garage didn’t drown out the thumping of my heart or the feel of adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I went in through the backdoor of the kitchen and immediately heard more music coming from the main part clubhouse. I was silent as I entered the gathering space and saw her right away, causing me to halt. My pulse beat wildly, sweat beading my brow, and the blood in my veins was hot and electric, flowing directly to my dick.
She was the only one who could bring out this visceral reaction in me.
Kelsie was bent over behind the bar, cleaning off the polished wood right under the shelves of liquor bottles. Her dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Her skirt hugged her ass in a way that made my mouth go dry, and my already hard cock engorged even more.
Fuck , I thought, and I reached down to adjust my now throbbing dick behind my grease-stained jeans.
I leaned against the doorframe and just watched her. She was unaware of me as she continued to work, even when she turned to the side slightly, humming softly to the song playing over the sound system at a much lower volume than it usually stayed at. The thin tank top she wore did nothing to hide the way her full tits swayed under the material.
Before she came back to town, I hadn’t seen her in years, not since she walked out on me without so much as a goodbye. I knew this life was hard. But hell, she was the love of my life.
Now, here she was, back in my world, and all I wanted to do was say fuck the past. Because she’d always been mine.
I pushed away from the frame and stalked toward her. She turned around and spotted me, her surprise instant as she froze, her shoulders tensing. Her gaze was wary, like she didn’t know what to make of me walking to her with determination in my eyes. But there was a spark of defiance there too.
It was the same one that made my cock hard.
She always had a way of turning me on when I pissed her off.
“Knox,” she said, her voice soft, like she was testing the air between us, seeing where I stood emotionally and mentally in this moment.
“Kelsie,” I said her name slowly, deeply. I made my way to the bar and leaned against it, bracing my forearms on the polished, scarred wood. We said nothing, just stood there watching each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
She crossed her arms over her chest, but it did little to hide how her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her shirt or how she plumped up her tits so my mouth could take a taste.
“I assumed you’d be on the run with the other guys.”
“Stayed back. They didn’t need me,” I replied, my voice low, dangerous. All I could think about was getting her alone again. “I was needed here.” I let a small smirk cover my face. All it accomplished was making her narrow her eyes at me.
She may have looked annoyed, but I knew her tight cunt was soaked for me.
Her chin lifted, that defiance I remembered so well shining in her eyes. “Maybe you should have left on the run. That’s the most action you’d get today.”
I stared at her, surprised by her sassy fucking mouth coming at me that hard. And then I tipped my head back and laughed louder and from deeper with me than I ever had before.
“I didn’t come here for you, Knox. I needed a job. That’s all,” she added, but I didn’t miss how her eyes softened toward me.
Once I composed myself, I pushed away from the bar and rounded it to stand in front of her. She didn’t back down, even as I crowded her space. I took another step closer, my much bigger body looming over hers. And being this close, my emotions whipped in the other direction.
“You think you can just come back into this life like nothing happened? Like you didn’t leave me high and fucking dry?” I snarled, my anger and hurt taking precedence.
Her breath hitched, but she held her ground. “Things change, Knox.”
“Bullshit,” I bit out, my hand reaching out to grip her arm, pulling her closer. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—sweet like vanilla. But there was an underlying unique scent that was all Kelsie.
It brought back memories I’d tried to bury, ones that involved us naked in my bed, our skin sweaty, my cum filling her pussy because we’d been fucking all night.
“You owed me something … anything, Kelsie. Hell, a fucking goodbye at least.”
She tried to jerk her arm free, but I held on to it tight, my fingers digging into her soft skin. It wasn’t painful, but it let her know I wasn’t gonna let her go. Never again.
“Let me go, Knox.”
“No,” I said, my voice rough. Dangerous. “Not this time. You don’t get to run away again. I’m not letting you leave. The first time hurt too fucking bad.”
Her eyes flashed, her lips pursed, and before I knew what she was doing, she swiftly brought her palm to the side of my face and slapped me. The crack of her hand against my cheek echoed in the empty clubhouse, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the air between us crackling with tension.
For a second, I let that sting wash over me, and then I growled and pulled her to me, her tiny body crashing against my chest. I growled again as I slammed my mouth down on hers.
She didn’t fight me. No, my girl gave in right away. She curled her hands in the material of my shirt as she pulled me closer, giving in to me.
I kissed her hard, my tongue forcing its way past her lips, claiming her in a way I hadn’t been able to in years. And she kissed me back until we were both lost in what we were doing… and in what we were about to do.
The taste of her was fucking intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. I backed her up against the bar, my body pressing into hers, and she mewled into my mouth again and again. The sound sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock until the whole fucking length throbbed like a beast.
When I finally pulled back, we were both panting, our lips swollen, and our chests heaving. I knew she was as far gone as I was.
“This is a bad idea,” she breathed, but there was no strength behind her words. We both knew this was going to go all the way.
I quickly undid the button of my jeans and unzipped them, my dick springing out from the denim. I grabbed her hips and yanked her closer so she could see and feel how hard I was for her. “All I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you.”
Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips, her gaze dropping from my mouth to my exposed, erect cock. I thought she might try to deny me. It would have been fruitless, because I knew she was primed and ready for me. But she whispered, “Then fuck me, Knox.”
I didn’t need to be told again. I spun her around, bent her over the bar, and palmed her full ass. She must have known what was going to happen today, because she was sporting a skirt, giving me easy access.
After pushing the material up and over her ass, I spanked her cheeks repeatedly until they were pink and my handprints told who she belonged to. The little thong she wore had me grinding my teeth in feral need.
Because I was a nasty bastard, I slid my finger under that little string of material that was nestled in her crack, yanked it hard enough it snapped, and pulled it free. Kelsie looked over her shoulder at me, and I brought her tattered panties to my nose and inhaled the crotch, growling in pleasure as her wetness smeared across my nose and lips.
“God, you’re so?—”
“Fucking obsessed with you.”
She popped her ass out and ground it into my groin. I slapped it hard, the sound making her yelp, and then I leaned down, my mouth at her ear. “You’re going to take me, Kelsie. Every fucking inch.”
She shivered, her hands gripping the edge of the bar. “You still have that dirty fucking mouth.”
I hummed in approval.
“Do it, Knox. Make me remember what we shared.”
I didn’t waste time. I pulled my jeans down, freed my throbbing cock, and gripped the girthy base as I notched the pre-cum-soaked crown at her cunt hole but didn’t push in.
When I leaned back, I could see how her pussy glistened with wetness. I panted, straining, the need to impale her making me feel like a wild animal. I ran my dick through her folds, spreading them apart and feeling just how ready she was for me.
“Fuck, you’re wet, baby.” I forced myself to step back so I could push two fingers inside of her body. Kelsie moaned for me right away, her pussy latching onto my fingers, sucking them in deeper. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Picturing me fucking you like this… bent over the bar like my dirty little slut.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips pushing back against my hand, seeking more from me. “God, Knox, please.”
I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and sucked them clean. She was sweet and musky and all mine. I was hard as steel, and I didn’t hesitate to line myself up with her pussy hole once again.
“You’re going to scream my name when you come, Kelsie,” I growled, and then I thrust into her, hard and deep.
Her back arched, her nails scraping against the bar as she cried out. She was such a good girl for taking my big-ass cock in one go. She didn’t beg for me to go slower, didn’t plead for me to be gentle. She took what I gave and got even wetter.
I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh and knowing I was going to leave bruises. I pulled her back onto my cock with every thrust, my thick length filling her pussy completely.
Kelsie was so fucking tight, the tightest thing I’d ever felt in my fucking life. It was all I could do not to lose my mind right then and there.
With three more thrusts, I felt sweat bead on my brow. “You feel that?” I demanded, my voice rough. “This big fucking cock?” She moaned and hummed in pleasure. “That’s what you’ve been missing.”
“Knox,” she moaned my name, her head dropping forward. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan to, baby,” I snarled, picking up the pace. “Clench that snug little cunt around me.”
When she obeyed and her pussy clenched around me, I felt myself go even crazier. I reached around her hip, snaked my hand downward, and speared my fingers between her folds. I found her clit and rubbed hard, knowing just how to bring her to the edge and over it.
“I’m close, Knox. God, I’m so close,” she gasped, her body trembling, her ass popping out more when she rose on her toes, trying to take me deeper.
“That’s it. Be Daddy’s good girl and come for me, Kelsie,” I ordered, and just like that, just like she’d always done—being my sweet, good girl—she shattered around me. For me.
Her pussy squeezed my dick as she screamed my name and came, her pussy so drenched all I heard was its sucking and slurping noises. The feeling was too much, and with a growl, I drove into her one last time, my balls tightening and my cum shooting out of me.
I spilled myself deep inside her, making her take every fucking drop until I felt it seeping out from where we were connected. I swore I had years of pent-up cum in my balls just waiting for this moment to fill Kelsie up.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, before I finally pulled out. For long seconds, Kelsie stayed bent over the bar—her ass popped up, her legs spread, and the sight of my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the inside of her leg—turning me on again.
Yet all too soon, she straightened up, her skirt falling back down into place, but she couldn’t find her panties. That was because they were tucked in my pocket, so I could smell them while I jerked off later. They were useless to her anyway, since I’d torn them off of her.
Kelsie slowly turned to face me, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place.
“This changes nothing,” she said, her voice soft, but there was an underlying tone that told me even she didn’t believe what she said.
I didn’t say a thing, just grinned, pulled her into me again, and said, “You and I both know that’s bullshit. You’re mine, sweet girl. And ain’t nothing gonna change that.”