Page 41 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)
Is this place a mansion or an estate?
VIVIAN
R aindrops seep into Knight’s shirt, spotting his shoulders in dark gray little spots. Although the last of my stuff arrived in a moving van five minutes ago, my impatient boyfriend rolled up his sleeves and ran down the steps to help the two movers quickly get my stuff out of the rain.
If it were up to him, I would have been moved in as soon as Emma and I gave the landlord our one-month notice.
He also said he would have been happy if she had moved in with us, but she decided to move in with Rhett and T after they mentioned their spare room at dinner last week.
It’s exciting to know I can visit all three of them at the same time now, but poor Em will need to get used to living with two bachelors.
“We managed to keep your books dry,” Knight announces, closing the front doors with his feet after waving goodbye to the movers. With two heavy boxes easily held in his arms, he takes a few squeaky steps before he takes off his wet shoes in frustration.
I still love seeing his grumpy side. I love it even more now that I know there’s an underlying happiness to that serious look on his face. Living with Knight has been blissful, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I live in a home and not just a house.
“Do you still want these in our bedroom, my love?” he asks, peaking around the cardboard boxes in his arms.
“Yes, please,” I answer, smiling eagerly. The books are going to look gorgeous on the built-in shelves framing either side of the fireplace. Shelves that Knight hand-carved himself in intricate vines and flowers.
Following Knight to his—well, now our —bedroom, I watch as he sets the boxes onto the coffee table in the sitting area in front of the fireplace. Removing the plastic cover, he begins to open up the box and turns to me once the books are in view.
“Is there any book you’d like to read as I unpack these boxes?” he asks me, and I swear, I’m about to swoon.
I have a man who runs through the rain to keep my books dry and offers to unpack them while I read and relax in his bed.
And he dares to look like that right now too: his dress shirt almost transparent and clinging to his meaty arms and chest, his peppered dark hair curling and glistening in the gloomy light coming in through the windows.
I’m tempted to jump him right now and forget about his offer, but… There is one book I am dying to get to.
I can always jump him after a few chapters.
“Yeah, there is.” Walking to stand beside him, I lift a few books out of the box to find the one I’ve been wanting to read.
Still facing away from him, I feel Knight press his body closer to mine, his arms bracing either side of the box and trapping me against it.
Turning in the small amount of space, I smile as I face him, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. “I love you,” I whisper against him.
“I love you too, darling.” With his large hand, he pats my ass twice in dismissal. “Now, go rest and read. I’ll take care of your books.”
Lying on what I’ve claimed as my side of the bed, I open up my latest Mafia romance and begin to read about these unhinged men and the love for their partners. My snort echoes through the room when I realize just how on the nose my latest read is.
Twenty minutes go by, and I see Knight finish unpacking my books and accessories. I’m thankful he left them on the coffee table or the ledge of the built-in shelves so I can go and organize everything later.
I’m still immersed in my book, but I sneakily watch him peel off his damp shirt. Then, his belt and pants until he’s off, leaving him in nothing but maroon boxer briefs.
I think I’ve read the same sentence five times now; whatever’s going on in the book can’t compare to what I’ve got in front of me now. My heart also bursts every time he undresses in front of me so freely. I love all his body and everything that comes with it.
“Distracted?” Knight smirks, rounding the corner to the en suite, hands free of wet clothing and thankfully still in nothing but those boxer briefs.
“Well, someone decided to give me a little show.” I go to close my book, only to be stopped by Knight’s fingers curling around the pages. Drawing my eyes away from words, I look up at him, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“I want you to keep reading.” Letting go of my book, Knight pushes my legs open, laying himself between my thighs. He rests his head on my lower stomach, his breath hovering right beside my pussy. “I’ll be right here.”
“I have enough trouble concentrating normally, Knight—” I’m cut off when I feel his fingers move my pajama shorts to the side, and his fingers instantly meet my soaked center. “ Fuck ,” I moan.
“Oh, I love that you wear nothing but these little shorts around the house now,” he purrs against my hip, nibbling at my sensitive skin while his fingers explore my pussy. My eyes close in pleasure, tilting my hips up to grant him more access.
“Aren’t you supposed to be reading, my love?” He punctuates the question with circling fingers, my clit throbbing underneath his fingertip.
“Aren’t you supposed to be making me come?
” I retort, choosing to drop the book so I can run my fingers through his hair instead.
The black and silver strands of hair, still wet from the rain, are refreshing and soft underneath my hand.
To give him a bit of motivation, I tug at the strands and press my hips closer to his face.
“As you wish.” Knight dives into my pussy, his tongue entering me with a few thrusts before he moves upward and sucks on my clit. This man licks me like he’s starving and his only goal in life is to devour me.
He combines leisurely swipes of his tongue with two of his fingers curling into me and I am gone, screaming his name as I convulse under him, grinding my pussy into his face.
“Knight, pet,” I call to him, moving myself away as he keeps placing kisses all over my thighs and belly. He hums in response, pressing one more kiss to the top of my pussy and then looking up at me.
“Yes, my queen?”
“I need you in me,” I ask, my fingers caressing down his temple and jawline. “Sit up against the headboard, I want to ride you.”
Knight nods eagerly, moving to his side of the bed and following my order immediately. He keeps his boxers on but pulls them down enough to have his cock spring out from the waistband.
Bracing the headboard for support, I hover over Knight, ready to sink myself onto him, but he stops me with two hands underneath my thighs and holds me midair.
“Let me, please.” He looks down between us, using the strength in his arms to control our movements as he sits me down on his dick slowly, making me feel every fucking inch of him.
My body shakes once he’s fully in, his hands having migrated to my waist as he holds me down onto him. We’ve had sex countless times by now, and my breath is taken away by him every time.
Lifting my hips, using his hold on my waist to assist as I bounce, his hips thrusting up to completely bury inside me with each thrust. My hands move from the bedframe to his shoulders, gripping them and using him for leverage as I keep bouncing and chasing my second orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, you are so perfect,” he moans. Knight’s eyes roam away from where we’re joined, eyes focused on my bouncing tits visible through my thin shirt.
“And you’re such a good boy for helping me use your cock like this.” I grip his shoulder, pulling him to me so I can kiss and lick my taste from him. With every thrust, I feel us lying further onto the bed until he’s almost completely underneath me, letting me control the rhythm and angle.
“I’m going to come,” I mumble against his lips, grinding myself against him until my body begins to stutter. “Fuck, come in me, Knight!”
He comes on command, joining me in screaming our pleasure into each other’s mouths as we come together.
His heart beats wildly beneath me as we lie chest to chest, still connected at our cores as he wraps his arms around me tightly, and I brace myself against his pillow to avoid putting all my weight on him.
As we’re coming down from our highs, I feel a weird lump beneath my palm like something from the washing got balled up with the pillowcase in the dryer. Oblivious, with eyes closed, Knight doesn’t seem to mind the balled-up item underneath him, but it’s got my attention.
“What is this?” I ask, finally getting into the pillowcase to pull the extra item out.
“What is what?” he replies, turning to his side as he watches me pull out the flannel top I left here all those months ago. Looking from the flannel to him, I don’t see an ounce of shame on his face for keeping the shirt I was wearing when we first met in his pillow. “Oh yes, that’s mine.”
“You’re a fucking freak.” I laugh and shake my head at him, but I still tuck my shirt back into the pillow where it belongs.
“I’m your fucking freak.”
THE END