The more he stalled, the more his body felt achy until he realized it was probably due to fantasizing about Josie.
Damn! He wasn’t a college boy infatuated with a girl. He had more gray in his hair than brown now, and enough scars on his skin to know better.
And it had been way too long since he’d fucked a woman. That too played with him and was probably why he reacted to Josie like he did. Not that the women of Landston weren’t interested. Even if he was blind, he would still be able to see the come-ons and flirtations from an array of lovely ladies. What stopped him from taking them up on their offers was always the same reason—Landston was a small community and he wouldn’t be able to discard and avoid his lovers as he usually did.
The thought of having a warm female body wrapped around him, moaning as he sank deep into a slick, quivering sheath made his cock throb painfully in his jeans. Knox only hesitated a second before unfastening his jeans and letting himself free. He fisted his dick, feeling the pulse under his palm.
It might have been something a teenager would do, but it felt good. The base of his spine tingled as he squeezed himself harder. He preferred lubricant rather than his own spit, as it made the sensation rougher, but he was focusing on the ending, not the process.
Closing his eyes, he conjured up images of the last few women he’d had sex with, gorgeous and dirty, exactly how he liked them, but it still felt like something was missing.
His mind went into overdrive, pulling up the weirdest, craziest, and filthiest things he’d ever done so his body could reach release, his hand grasping his cock, stroking with painful fury but still, his orgasm remained out of reach.
Jaw locked, his breath hissed through his grinding teeth as frustration started to take over. Commanding himself to relax once more, he decided to let his mind wander and it was easy to see what, or more accurately who, would fill his fantasy.
Josie’s image appeared in his mind, her pale face, her black hair billowing around her. He had never seen her naked, but he could certainly imagine the curves he’d drooled over when he’d noticed her walking around town. Just before winter had arrived, he’d seen her up close as she headed to work, a deep red sweater hugging her breasts, a pair of torn jeans defining her sinful ass. The fabric was worn and looked so soft, which made him think about her skin and how he would love to slip his palm between her thighs. He was certain they were warm and inviting and he imagined himself being cradled by hers as he plunged into her warm heat, his hand grabbing her thighs hard.
What sound would she make then? The image clear in his mind he saw the full glory of her naked body displayed in front of him as he fucked her hard. Josie would cup her breasts as she looked up at him, her eyes hooded with desire and impatience.
As soon as Knox envisioned her licking her crimson lips, his body came apart in the present. There was no time to cover himself or react, only to feel as he abandoned himself in pleasure. His body shook, blinded by light for an incredible instant, one that passed way too soon.
Breathing hard, his ears still ringing as his body trembled with the remnants of his explosion, he didn’t want to move or return to reality. Regretfully, it wasn’t an option. Letting go of his cock, he looked around at the mess he’d made and sighed. It wasn’t something he wanted Georgia to discover when she walked into his office the next morning, but he stayed on his chair for a moment longer in the cool air of the shop. It was one thing to fantasize about that woman, but another to have his mind filled with her. No way he would ever indulge with Josie. She was way too young for him, and he wasn’t a damn white knight. Not for anything long-term anyway. He was an old dog with no intention of learning new tricks.
Knox cleaned himself up and made sure there wasn’t anything on his desk or floor when he finally switched off the lights behind him. Bundled up, he opened the back door to be welcomed by a gust of wind and a flurry of snowflakes.
Cursing, he started to clear his truck, hoping the roads were still good up to his cabin. It wasn’t far, but it could be a difficult drive in these conditions.
As he made his way out of town, there were still a few vehicles out and about and the snow wasn’t too thick on the ground yet. It was the visibility that was the trickiest. Driving slowly, he was glad he could still see the pavement in some places and his headlights still pierced the white curtain enough to discern the side of the road.
He rolled his shoulders, his body still experiencing pleasant aftershocks but wanting more. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, not happy with the realization. Josie was turning into an obsession. Nothing good would come of it apart from blue balls, a sore arm, and shit loads of frustration.
Knox thought his heart would leap out of his chest as he swerved to avoid what looked like a deer on the side of the road. Distractions could lead to disaster around here and he’d been distracted with thoughts of Josie. Then he blinked and realized it wasn’t a deer. Pulling to a stop at the curb, he looked back and saw a figure walking down the road.
“Fucking shit!” Putting the hazard lights on, he jumped out of the truck and headed toward the figure, his temper flaring. “Do you have a death wish? Are you fucking mad? Walking alone on the side of the road in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm no less, is suicide.”
The woman pushed back the hood of her brown coat and Knox felt like he’d been given an uppercut to the chin. Josie. His body reacted instantly and he should have known not to get close to her—not when he was still experiencing that pleasurable haze from his release.
Her black hair escaped her hood, and her cheeks and the tip of her nose were red as an apple from the cold wind. Her red lips made him think of Snow White. Georgia’s words rushed in as he remembered she was a victim of abuse, and he regretted coming on so strong with her. He might very well have scared the poor woman. Not giving her a chance to respond, his next words were more order than request. “Get in my truck and I’ll give you a lift.”
Something flashed over her face, but it was gone too quick for him to interpret. Instead, she lifted her head and shook it with a smile and continued to walk past him. “No, thank you, Mr.Knox.”
She knew his name? Then he remembered it was a small community so of course she would. So many thoughts scrambled in his head at the same time, Knox wasn’t certain which one to grasp. It was the wind that made him shake his head and realize he was standing almost in the middle of the deserted road in a snowstorm.
When he turned, she was still there, fighting against the elements to get home.
His first instinct was to grab her and throw her in his warm truck before driving to her place, but he suspected she wouldn’t take that well.
Getting back in the cab, he put the truck into drive and quickly closed the distance between them. He kept the hazards on and slowed his speed until he was keeping pace with her. His headlights shone through the falling snow, and he saw her turn her head and frown before looking ahead once more. It was a couple more miles until they reached her place and with a full gas tank and a stubbornness that could match any, he continued to keep pace with her. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but at least she would be visible and shielded by his vehicle.
It took longer than he expected for her to reach out. And if she’d been annoyed before, the lady was mad now. Josie knocked on the passenger window and he slowly lowered it. “What are you doing?”
“Driving home.”
The way she blinked, as if trying to comprehend his words was cute as hell. “Then go on.”
“That’s what I’m doing.” And still he continued at a snail’s pace beside her and left his window open.
He heard her grumble something but the wind made it impossible to understand. “If you have something to say, say it louder.”
