Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two
Knox
Ryan
My first celebrity crush was...
Knox
I hate eggplant.
Knox
hello...you gonna finish that statement?
“ D ude, when have we ever done you dirty?” Matt smirks over his shoulder as I follow my best friends down the corridor in the belly of the arena. The documentary crew is following in front and behind us.
“We go on in forty-five minutes. I don’t have time to list all the ways you’ve done me dirty over the years. Just tell me what the fuck is going on, assholes.”
I’m in a piss-poor mood. I haven’t seen Ryan in six days.
Six damn days.
That’s all it took for the asshole that had been napping beneath the surface to stretch himself awake and make his presence known. Texts and phone calls aren’t enough. Not when I know she’s smack dab in the middle of choosing fight or flight.
“Lose the attitude, princess,” Jay says, reaching for the doorknob of my dressing room. “You’ll be kissing our feet in about three seconds.” He throws open the door, stepping aside.
“I highly doubt?—”
Standing in the middle of the room with Marie and Kristen is my favorite person.
My favorite song.
Everyone else fades into the background as she turns toward me. Her eyes meet mine and her smile… God, her smile is a masterpiece. She wiggles her fingers in hello.
Without a care for the girls standing on either side of her, or for the guys entering the room with me, I storm across the room, take her face in my hands and kiss the hell out of her.
Marie and Kristen step away, but my asshole friends aren’t as considerate. They hoot and holler behind us.
Reluctantly pulling my lips from hers but keeping a hold of her face so she doesn’t disappear, I rest my forehead against hers.
“You done thinking?”
“I am.”
“And? ”
“You’re worth all the bullshit.”
Choked with emotion, I can’t pull back because if I look in her eyes, I might not keep myself in check. For the moment, I simply breathe her in.
“You sure?”
“You. Are. Worth. It.” Her words are a whisper dancing across my face.
“Everyone out. Right. Fucking. Now!” I bark.
“Thank God.”
“With pleasure.”
“Wrap your stump before you hump!”
My idiot friends mutter simultaneously as they leave the room, along with the two cameramen, closing the door behind them.
My knuckles skim over her cheek. “I missed you.”
“Sorry I kept you waiting.”
“I’ve been waiting thirty-eight years for you, but that was the longest six days of my life.”
She lifts to her toes and kisses me. “Why don’t you take me over to that couch and show me how much you missed me?”
“Honey, that couch has been here for years. There’s no way your skin is touching that leather.”
“I guess I’ll never know then.” Her finger draws circles over the cotton covering my heart.
“I have every intention of showing you. Just not on that couch.” I kiss her hard, my hands trailing down her back until I reach her ass.
It’s then I realize she’s in a skirt. A short skirt. My attention was so solely focused on her face, I didn’t even notice what she was wearing, but as my hands slide beneath her skirt and find bare skin, my brain short circuits.
What the fuck?
I grip her hand in mine and take a step back, slowly spinning her around to get my first eyeful of her. White button-down shirt, black tie, black and white plaid skirt, knee-high white socks, and Mary Jane Docs. She looks like a naughty schoolgirl.
“You came here to kill me, didn’t you?”
“Does that mean you like my outfit?”
“Like doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
“I was hoping there might be a need for easy access. It’s been six days after all…”
How did I get so fucking lucky?
“I like the way you think.” Pulling her against me, I slip my hands back under her skirt and my dick nearly bursts through my jeans when I touch her bare ass. “Wrap those legs around me, baby.”
When she does, I carry her to the concrete wall. Her hands grip my hair as my lips leave a trail down her neck.
“I might have to stay away more often if this is the welcome I get.”
“The fuck you will.” As I gently press her back against the wall, my fingers find their way under the barely there piece of lace covering my holy grail.
Knowing we have no time to waste, I plunge two fingers inside her wet heat while my thumb rubs circles over her clit.
Her back arches in pleasure. “Now that I know what life is like with you, I’ll never go another week without you. ”
“Yeah?” she purrs, grinding against my hand, wanting more .
“Every day without you in my arms is an excruciating hell.” I tease her, running my finger up and down her dripping wet pussy. “I don’t want to text you. I want to lie next to you in bed and whisper what I have to say to you.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that later. Right now, I need you.” She fumbles with my belt. “All of you.”
“I’m all yours, Ryan.”
She pouts when I remove my fingers from her warmth. A confused look crosses her features when I unwrap her legs from around my waist. She thinks I’ve changed my mind, but when her feet hit the ground, so do my knees, she gasps.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I missed you.”
Her thong falls to her ankles with the help of my fingers. I lift each of her feet as I remove it and shove the damp lace into my pocket. “We have little time and I’m not gonna rush being inside you for the first time in a week. But I will make you come and I want to hear it, Ry.”
Placing her leg over my shoulder, she holds the material of her skirt against her belly, so she can watch as she offers herself up to me.
I spread her sweet pussy open until all of her is exposed.
Flattening my tongue against her slit, I lick her like an ice cream cone.
The cherry on top is the bundle of nerves that the tip of my tongue works over.
Her hands grip my hair, holding me in place.
She’s got me right where she wants me, and I’m not going anywhere.
Pulling back to watch, I slide two of my fingers in and out of her.
I love seeing and feeling how wet she is as she glistens in front of me.
Her body moves up and down with the rhythm of my fingers.
My thumb brushes over her most sensitive part.
Her body shivers and her hands tangled in my hair urge my mouth toward her.
“You ready, baby?”
She moans. “Please.”
“I want to hear you.”
“Okay.”
Like a man starved, I suck her clit into my mouth and then work at a pace I know will send her soaring.
I give her what she’s craving with my fingers and my mouth.
If I could earn a living feasting on Ryan Jameson, she would never leave the house.
She is the finest of delicacies, and I’m the only one who gets the pleasure of tasting her.
“Right there. God, Knox. I’m going to...” she whispers.
Stopping, I growl. “Louder.”
“There are people everywhere.”
“I don’t give a fuck who can hear you. I want you to scream my name when you come all over my face.” I begin a brutally slow pace with my fingers again. “Understood?”
“Yes,” she agrees to my terms. She’d likely do anything I ask if it meant she gets to climax.
“Good girl.”
Diving back into my favorite meal, I’m relentless. Pumping and licking until her muscles clinch around my hand.
“Knox, right there.” Her grip on my head tightens, her way of telling me not to move even a centimeter or she’ll rip the hair in her hands right out of my head.
I don’t move until her body stiffens. Her tell that says she’s about to fall into bliss. It gets me off to know I can do this to her.
“Say it.” My words vibrate around her pulsing core, as I intended them to.
The moment the words are out of my mouth, she screams my name as her body shatters into a million beautiful pieces.
Not wanting it to end, regardless of what the concrete floor is doing to my knees, I keep up my relentless pace until her body relaxes. The peak of her climax reached, she comes down from her hit of ecstasy. Following her body’s lead, I withdraw my fingers and suck them dry.
“You’re a maniac, you know that?” She unhooks her leg from my shoulder, dropping her foot to the floor.
“You’re the one who showed up looking like a damn snack. You knew what you were doing.”
Biting her lip, she doesn’t deny my accusation. “Can I have my thong back now?”
“Sorry, but no. I’ll be keeping it.” I pull the tiny scrap of lace out of my pocket and inhale deeply.
“Like I said. Maniac.”
There’s a knock on the door before Trevor bellows, “Five minutes.”
“Shit.” She holds her hand out. “Here, give it.”
“I wasn’t joking. Consider your unmentionables my rose quartz.”
“This skirt is short, Knox. You sure about that?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” I shove the material back in my pocket.
“Fine, whatever. We need to get you cleaned up, though.” She tries to wipe the proof of her from my face.
Brushing her off, I lift my T-shirt to my face to clean myself. “I want to have the scent of you on me while I’m out there tonight. My face, my hands, and now my shirt. ”
She smooths out her clothes as she walks around me to check her makeup in the mirror. “You are unwell, old man.”
“You love it.”
All playfulness vanishes from her face as her eyes find mine in the mirror. “I do.”
My heart thunders against my chest, hopeful she means what I think she means.
Another knock on the door disrupts the moment.
“Yep, on my way!” I yell. Grabbing her hand, I drag her across the room. “You look spectacular.”
Trevor is in the hallway waiting for us when we emerge. He hands me my in-ear monitors but doesn’t say a word. Neither do we as we hold hands on our way to the stage where the rest of the band is waiting.
The guys say hello to Ryan, while I adjust my earpieces before we head into the darkness that leads us to one of the last performances of our careers.
The melancholy overtaking the last few shows has evaporated. I’m excited about this new stage of my life to come. As long as the woman holding my hand is there, I think it may end up being the better half of my life.
Sean takes his place behind his drum kit and Matt and Jay strap on their instruments and get into position, waiting for me to take center stage behind the mic. But there’s something I need to do first.
Turning to Ryan in the darkness, I take her sweet, freckled face in my hands, making sure I have her full attention. “Ryan Jameson, I love you. I am in fucking love with you.”
She smiles back at me, chocolate eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“I love you more.”