John replies, “Zara said everything that needed to be said.”
I bring the microphone to my mouth. “For those who don’t know me, my name is Knox. I’m a close friend of the family. Again, we would like to thank everyone who has come to pay their respects.” I search the crowd and wave Parker over. “If anyone remembers anything leading up to or on the date of Misty’s disappearance, no matter how small, please speak to our local police.” I wait for Parker to join me. “This is Officer Parker, and he will record the information.”
I’m aware no one will come forward if I ask them to talk to our MC, and at least I can get feedback from Parker.
“Don’t forget there’s still a million-dollar reward for information that leads to finding Misty. Now, please join us for hot dogs, provided by War Brothers Motorcycle Club.”
Once we get backto the clubhouse, I wait for Zara’s lead to see what she wants to do. She pulls on my hand to go up the stairs, so I follow her down the hallway and to my room. Once the door closes, she lets go of my hand and throws her arms around my neck. The pain in her eyes levels me.
“Please, Knox, just make me forget,” she whispers with a breathy plea.
I pull her closer, my arms around her back. I lower my head and take her mouth with a promise of what lies ahead. I’d give her the temporary relief she needs. As our mouths open and our tongues meet, I tilt my head, tasting her with slow, deep licks.
A sexy moan leaves her. The sound of her pleasure reverberates through me, firing into a blaze that had lain dormant since I was with her last. I bring my lips to her neck, placing delicate kisses along it, the way she used to like it. She shivers, then her head falls back, giving me better access.
I’ve waited so long for her that my hands are shaking. There’s a desire to shred her dress, but I resist and step away from her to kick my shoes off. Her breathing is quick and harsh. She watches me as I take my jeans off, then rip my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. My boxers are next. Her gaze flits to my cock, and she doesn’t hide the hunger in her eyes.
Her dress and underwear are next. The faded light from the moon and stars seeps through the blinds casting shadows over her ivory skin. Every curve, every inch of her, is just as flawless as I remember. We’re breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, and my own.
I move to her and cup her face, my eyes piercing hers. “I love you,” I breathe.
Her mouth opens into an O, so I capture her lips again, not wanting to hear the rejection. I’m helpless against the way she makes me feel.
As my tongue delves into hers, I run my fingers feathery light down her throat, down her side, allowing my hands to tighten their grasp on her hips. The kiss fuels the passion inside of me. She presses into me like she needs me as much as I do her. We walk together toward the bed, never breaking apart. When the back of her legs meets the bed, she falls, and I fall with her, bracing myself with my arms to ensure I don’t crush her petite frame.
Nestling my hips between her thighs, she spreads her legs wide. My lips return to hers and I ravage her mouth again. Our tongues stroke each other in feverish desperation. I kiss her, letting her feel how much I’ve missed her. Her perfume wafts over me, making me hungrier.
Blood rushes through my veins. The anticipation of sinking into her has me struggling to hold back the need to claim her. “Are you on the pill?”
I want to take her bareback. No, I fuckingneedit.
“Yes,” she answers against my lips.
I inch back. “I want nothing between us. Are you okay with that?”
I need her consent, even though my cock is twitching to be inside her. I’m desperate to feel her around me... raw.
Her entire face is soft. She looks at me with hooded eyes. She nods, her tongue snaking out, wetting her lips. “Yes.”
Need, sharp and painful, surges.
Grabbing my throbbing cock, I drag it through her heat. She draws a breath through those full lips. Her hand drifts between us, curling around my dick, giving it a firm squeeze, a warning.
I lift her leg up over my hip. I enter her swiftly, then slowly push myself all the way into her. Zara gasps. She is tight and hot, and she clamps down on me.Fuck!I stay that way, letting her adjust. Barely holding on to my control, I drive in and out. Thrusting deep and slow, I work her. Her slick wetness coats me. Seeing her nipples erect, I have to have them. I lean down, my mouth capturing the tight bud. My tongue swirls greedily, teasing, tasting.
She exhales. “Knox.”
I love the way she says my name.
When I pull back, I knead her breast possessively. She looks sexy and wild. Her hair is fanned out around her head and perspiration licks her skin. As I pick up the pace, she matches my rhythm. The air pushes from my lungs in heavy spurts.
She arches her back. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I groan at the mix of pleasure and pain. She’s close. I can feel little tremors along my cock. I’ve wanted to come inside Zara a million times over and then take her again and again. It would never be enough.
I pull out, then slam home. Zara mewls my name. Pulsing and soaking wet, she comes, and I follow her over the edge. I let the tip of my nose run up her clammy neck, and I place one more lingering kiss there, savoring her, never wanting this moment to end.
Fourteen
Secrets and Lies Kill Relationships
