Page 36 of Knox Unleashed
Maybe he was that eager to go.
And…yet.
I press my fingers to my slit and can feel how wet and swollen it is. I didn’t just dream up how he feasted on me.
I lie there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of his warmth still lingering in the sheets and between my thighs.
When he doesn’t return, I know the storm has passed.
At least, on the outside.
Because inside, there’s a fire raging I’m not sure I’ll ever find anyone else to extinguish.
13
KNOX
When I shove open the door to the boathouse and wheel my bike out, I’m greeted with rain. But it’s not the punishing hard rain of a hurricane; it’s lighter.
Mistier.
I’m gonna get wet riding back to the clubhouse, but I focus on the fact I can grab a club girl, fuck Maren right out of me, then shower the scent of her off my skin.
Because holy fuck. What did I just do?
I look up at the sky that still clings to the cloudy washed-out gray as I get buffeted by the wind. Fronds of palms are scattered all over the place like roadkill. As I walk past the side of Maren’s building that faces the water and look towards the heart of the town, I can see branches sagging low, putting pressure on power lines. A couple of inches of dark water has crept over the road, telling me the wetlands have spilled out of their banks.
I’m gonna have to ride slow, avoid any debris that might be in that water, so I don’t end up eating dirt. And, thankfully, the air intake on my bike is higher.
Dragging my bike in damp clothes in the rain is fucking miserable, doubly miserable given the gnawing temptation to goback and finish what I started. Which would involve me slipping my cock, raw, into Maren Caldwell’s fucking delicious pussy.
I turn the corner of the building and stop rolling the bike for a second and rub my hand over my face.
God, she was delicious. I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. The way her body responded to my touch, those little whimpers and moans she made, the way she gripped onto my hair and rolled her pussy against my face.
Leaving all that saliva and juices from her orgasm behind and not sliding my dick into them is a criminal offense.
I knew as soon as she came, I had a decision to make: Stay and fuck her, all day, for however many days it would take to get her out of my system. Or leave before I did more damage than either of us could repair. And seeing I was ten seconds and five pumps away from coming inside her, I opted for the latter. My cock aches as a reminder.
I climb onto my bike in the parking lot, and it starts with a throaty roar. Usually, a ride clears my mind, but I don’t think it’s gonna work today. Not when I lick my lips to taste Maren all over again.
The memory of her face when I climbed off the bed to get dressed keeps flashing through my mind, only to be replaced by the way she looked at me in the shower.
And the worst part is, despite the existential crisis, it doesn’t truly feel like a mistake. Not deep down in the burrows of my chest where the whispers of my true feelings sit, even though I crossed a line I’ve spent years making sure I never did.
But I can’t even explain to myself why MarenCaldwellstarted beingMarenCaldwell to me. Mistakes are easy to deal with. You walk away and file them under shit you should never do again.
But this?
Fuck. It’s so much better and worse and impossible, all at the same time. Of all the women in this county. Hell, the country.
And yet, I got a glimpse at her loneliness because of who her father is. And she cooked me food. And even as both of us knew I was walking out on her, she asked me if I was okay.
And, fuck, I never asked her the same question. Instead, I left because I was about to walk back my decision and climb back in bed with that sweet mouth, kind heart, and giving body.
I tighten my grip on the handlebars. “You could have left yesterday, Knox,” I mutter. After I got her safely in the boathouse. Or after she explained about the apartment. After she looked at me in the bathroom in the moment before I stepped into the shower. Before she gripped my cock. Before I knew what it felt like to sleep with her wrapped in my arms and what she tasted like and what it felt like to make her come.
Instead, I stayed. And now, I need a really big fucking drink so I can wipe it all from my mind.
