I panicked when I said I didn’t know if I could do this, but it’s also the truth. I can’t let Knox go, but staying with him is killing me. I’ve never talked to anyone about that day, not in detail. Knox is the first, and as painful as it was, I think it helped. Maybe talking to a therapist would help, and I was serious when I told him I would think about it.
Ever since I lost my mom so young, the fear of losing loved ones has been ingrained in me. Whether it’s Carson getting kicked in the head by a horse, my dad’s health as he gets older, orJessie getting attacked by a lunatic at the hospital. I know most of it is irrational, but my mind doesn’t stop spinning through scenarios where I lose them. And now I can add Knox—who has the most dangerous job out of everyone—to the mix.
I thread my fingers into his hair, using the physical connection to remind me that he’s here, safe and holding me. It’s when he whispers against my lips that all thoughts and worries leave my mind.
“Kace,” he says my name like it’s a prayer. He holds me tighter, and I can feel his length harden through his sweatpants. “Would you like me to show you how good I feel?”
“Yes,” I say, more of a plea than a request. I run one hand down his bare chest, over his taut ab muscles, and grasp his hard length through his sweats. He moans deep in his throat when I start to kiss my way down his neck. “I need to feel you, taste you,” I say as I roll out from under him, switching positions so I’m on top.
His eyes blaze with hunger, only making my need for him greater. I slowly drag his black sweatpants down, his perfect cock springs free. I sit back on my knees, taking all of him in. The changing light of the TV casts shadows on his muscular shoulders, arms, and abs.
My eyes linger on the tattoos decorating his rib cage. “I didn’t know I had a thing for tattoos until you, but they aresosexy.”
He smirks, but before he can reply, I grip him and pump my hand up and down his length. He sucks in a breath as I lick my lips. Bending down, I run my tongue from base to tip, swirling it around. Then I do it again.
“Sweetheart,” he hisses, “keep teasing me like that and I’ll fist that pretty blonde hair and fuck your mouth.”
I tip my head back just enough to look him in the eyes . . . then I do it again. He reacts quickly, burying his fingers into my hair and fisting a handful, tight enough to send goosebumps over myskin but not to be painful. Knox is the perfect mix of rough and soft, dirty but sweet, danger and safety—and I can’t get enough.
I circle his tip one more time before sucking it into my mouth, hallowing my cheeks.
His body reacts on instinct, going taut and flexing his hips up slightly. I can feel him holding back, but that’s not what I want. I take him deeper, moaning when I reach the back of my throat. This sends him over the edge.
His breaths turn to panting as he pumps his hips, fucking my mouth, just like he promised.
I take him as deep as I can and grasp what I can’t take with my hand. I’m stroking and sucking him as he pumps in and out of my mouth.
“Kace, sweetheart, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to come, and I really want to feel your tight cunt around me when I do.”
The ache between my legs intensifies with his words. I never would’ve guessed Knox would be so vocal in bed, but I am not complaining. I relish in my ability to make him lose control. His grip in my hair loosens as I pull back, releasing him with a wet popping sound.
Before I can react, he’s sitting up, ripping my shirt over my head. His movements are fast and laced with need, but he’s firm and in control at the same time. I’m still straddling him as our lips meet and he palms both my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moan into his mouth as I feel them peak at his touch, making me grind my hips into him. My sweatpants block me from the contact I desperately need, and I let out a groan of frustration.
“What’s the issue, sweetheart? Don’t like being teased?” he asks, as he slips one hand into my sweats, running two fingers through my wet center. He hums. “You’re soaked. I bet you’re aching.”
“Knox,” I grit out, annoyed at the lack of contact and pressure I need. Before I can say anything else, his arm is around my waist, and he’s moved us. Now my sweats are off and I’m facing the top bunk of the camper with him behind me.
“Be a good girl and hold on to the top bunk,” he whispers in my ear.
I immediately comply, bending over slightly and gripping the edge of the bunk. I can feel his hard length pressing against my ass and I lean into him.
“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear as he runs the head of his cock through my entrance and up to my clit.
I whimper, needing more, feeling like I might die if I don’t get it. I lean back into him more, begging with my body.
I hear the tear of a condom as he asks, “What do you need?” He pulls back and I whimper at the loss of contact. I press back further, but he pulls away. “Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”
Infuriating man.
“You. Inside of me,” I demand.
“How do you want it?”
“I want you to fuck me, hard. Right now or I might lose my mind.”
He can hear the frustration in my voice, and he chuckles. Finally, he places his hand at the center of my back, guiding me to bend forward even more. Then, he slides through my slickness—that’s now dripping down my legs—one more time before thrusting into me. No hesitation, no warning. He fully thrusts into me, filling me completely.
I throw my head back and cry out in pleasure at the stretch.
