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Chapter eleven

Knox

A fter enjoying a meal of steak, potatoes, and salad, Mia and I get back on my bike. She gave me a lot to think about, and for once, I don’t want to do that thinking alone. Having Mia wrapped around me as we take the long way back to her house is giving me a sort of anchored contentment I’ve never had with another woman. One I never looked for with anyone else. This sweet woman with a heart of gold that people have taken advantage of her entire life finds pride in being with me. This woman who has spent her life taking care of other people considers me to be worthy of that same attention, that same care. I’ve never had that. I know my club will back me no matter what; my brothers will always be there for me. But I’ve never asked because it’s always been my job—my responsibility. Now, the woman behind me is telling me she wants it to be hers, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to let her. And it makes me want to be her safe place to land just as much as she wants to be mine. After all these years, all the shit we’ve been through, I think we both deserve that.

Pulling up to her house, I park my bike, and Mia slides off before I do. She removes her helmet and tries to hand it to me.

“Uh-uh. That’s yours, sweetheart. Keep it here for the next time I pick you up.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and shakes her head. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you bought it as a spare to keep or if it was mine.”

“It’s yours. You aren’t a spare anything,” I say before I bend to kiss her. When our lips brush, I have to hold myself back from grabbing her and marching up the steps to take her inside and strip her out of these damn leather pants that had me salivating all night with how delectably they molded to her curves. This isn’t a one and done, and I don’t want her to think a single dinner means she needs to give her body to me. She’s in charge, and if she doesn’t give me the go-ahead for more than a goodnight kiss, then I’ll get back on my bike and send her a sweet goodnight text when I get home.

Mia breaks the kiss and lets out a shaky exhale. “You want to come in for a beer?”

“Of course.” Hell, I want to come in for more, but this is the part where she needs to lead, and I get to follow. She only had one glass of wine at dinner, so she isn’t impaired, but that doesn’t mean I would assume her invitation means anything more than a beer. I’m a firm believer in full and enthusiastic consent and need to get to know her better before I can start reading her mannerisms. Before I’ll have a full understanding of what each breath and tremor of her body is telling me. That’s crucial in the dynamics I like to play with. So, until I feel comfortable taking control, she’s running the show.

Mia smiles and leads me to her door. Though I try to keep my eyes off her ass, I fail miserably. I’ve denied myself for so long. Being this close to her and being able to take in everything about her is intoxicating.

She grabs her keys to unlock the door, but I cover her hand with mine. “Let me.”

“Um…okay.”

It’s one of those things I’ve done for so long it feels strange not to. If we’re walking into an empty room or house, I like to be the first one in. Coming from the background I did, there’s a certain heaviness you feel when something isn’t right. It’s one of those gut instincts I came to rely on when Linc and I were kids—and it served me well when I became a part of the MC. When I open the door and step inside without feeling that tingly sensation of something being off, I hold the door open for Mia to enter.

“Were you afraid that the bogeyman was going to jump out at me?”

“Well, he'd have to get through me first.”

She laughs lightly and kisses me on the cheek as she passes. “I like this side of you, Knox.”

Mia walks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of my favorite beer. When I quirk a brow, she smiles and opens it, handing it over to me.

“You aren’t the only one who pays attention.” She grabs a bottle of wine sitting on the counter and pours herself a glass, then giggles, shaking her head as though she’s clearing her thoughts. “Sorry, I’m a little rusty, and having you here is like having my teenage fantasies come to life.” She lets out an adorable groan. “What is it about you that has me admitting the most embarrassing things about myself?”

I laugh. She’s so damn cute with her pink-tinged cheeks. I can’t help myself. There’s nothing about Mia that tries to put on pretenses, and I love her unfiltered confessions. I take her hand in mine, leading her into the living room.

“Tell me more about these teenage fantasies of yours,” I say as I sit on the couch and pull her down next to me.

“That’s like reading my diary out loud. I don’t think either of us is ready for that,” she says with a chuckle.

“Come on. Let’s see if adult Knox can live up to whatever you conjured in that pretty little head of yours about teenage Knox.” I give her a broad smile, and she stares at me for a moment.

“Picking me up on your bike and taking me on an amazing date was a great start,” she says.

“So I nailed that one. What else?”

Mia releases a nervous giggle. “Are you keeping track? Like checking boxes off a list?”

“I mean, if you have a list you’d like to give me so I don’t mess this up, I wouldn’t say no.”

Her eyes soften as she leans closer to me. “You don’t need it. You’re doing amazingly well all on your own.”

She closes the small gap between us and brushes her wine-flavored lips against mine. It's the first time she’s initiated anything physical between us. It makes me unbelievably happy that she’s taken even the smallest initiative. The kiss is languid and slow, neither of us in a hurry to go further; we’re simply enjoying the taste and feel of the other.

I pull away and brush my roughened fingertip down her smooth cheek, noticing the way her breath hitches. The way her eyes close for a brief moment. Each small response is filed away in the back of my mind, giving me a greater understanding of her physical reactions. Something that is vital to my type of play.

“What else, sweetheart?” My voice is soft as I try to encourage her to open up to me.

“Well, there was one in particular. It’s kind of embarrassing, though.”

My lips trail down the silky skin of her neck while notes of sweet jasmine fill my senses. I fucking love the delicate perfume she wears. It’s the polar opposite of the cloying scent so many other women wear. Mia lets out a stuttering breath and squirms the tiniest bit next to me. Another reaction I file away.

“Um, I used to imagine being at a school dance and standing against a wall when one of my favorite songs would come on. You would appear from the crowd and walk up to me and hold out your hand. Then you’d take me into the middle of the gym and we’d sway to the music.”

“And we’d just dance?”

She releases a light giggle. “Well, I was only like fourteen.”

“Play the song,” I whisper against her skin.

She laughs again and I’m not sure if I found a ticklish spot or if she’s embarrassed. “What?”

I lift my head from her neck and look her in the eyes. “I want to hear the song that played in your head when I’d sweep you off your feet.”

Her delicate nose scrunches, and I kiss the tip because, at this point, I can’t not touch her.

After she presses a few buttons on her phone, a song I vaguely remember sounds through her speaker.

I stand from the couch and smile down at Mia. The sight of the rosy flush covering her cheeks makes my dick half-hard.

“Dance with me,” I say, holding out my hand to her.

“Shit, you’re really good at this,” she mumbles and slides her hand into mine.

When she stands, I place her hand around my neck and she brings the other one up, clasping them together. My arms wrap around her, and we begin swaying to the slow beat of the music.

“You know, I’ve never done this before,” I say as I draw her tighter against my front.

“What?”

“Danced with a woman.” Sure, I’ve had plenty of dances, but not of this variety. “Am I doing it right?” I ask as we slowly turn in a circle.

“You’re doing great,” she says with a breath of laughter. “You want to hear another confession?”

“The answer to that question will always be yes.”

“I've never done this either,” she admits.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t go to any high school dances or anything like that?”

“I was never asked.”

I lift my hand from her waist and cup the side of her face, running my thumb along her bottom lip. “Their loss, I guess. Now we both have a first to share.”

That brings a warm smile to her face, and my hand drops back to her waist as we continue to sway to the gentle beat.

“So, what else happened in this little fantasy of yours?” I ask.

“You would take me out of the dance, and we’d go for a ride on your bike. My dress would be blowing behind us in the wind. It was all very dramatic.”

“It’s a little late to go on a ride, but if you really want to, we can,” I offer, even though that’s the last thing I want to do right now.

Her light-brown eyes dart to mine. “Is that really what you want?”

I shake my head. “Not even a little.”

“What do you have in mind, then?”

“This is your fantasy, sweetheart. I’m taking it wherever you want me to.”

Mia’s fingers slide up the back of my neck before she scrapes her nails down. It feels as though sparks are shooting down my spine when she raises herself on her toes and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is tentative for a moment, but then her mouth opens, and I plunge my tongue inside, needing to taste her again. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of her kisses or the soft moans that fall from her while we tease and taste each other.

Her touch travels over my shoulders and down the front of my shirt until she reaches the bottom. With a tentative touch, she moves her hands under my shirt, running her fingertips over the skin of my stomach. Her being this forward is exciting me in ways I never thought possible. Yeah, I’ve had women put their hands on me, but not like this. Not with gentle, exploring, if not slightly unsure, fingers. I fucking love that Mia is nervous, but she’s following her instincts. It’s about what she wants, and she’s taking it.

“Is this okay?” she asks with a breathless whisper.

“More than okay. I fucking love your hands on me.” I rock into her, showing her exactly how okay I am with everything she’s doing. Her touch becomes bolder, and she runs her fingertips up the planes of my stomach and chest, then down, feeling every groove of muscle as she explores under my shirt.

When her arms circle around my waist, I bend and take her mouth in a forceful kiss as my hands run under the hem of her shirt. I’m holding on by a fucking thread at this point. Her soft skin under my palms erupts in goose bumps as my touch trails up and down her back. When her shirt lifts a bit, Mia raises her arms, giving me the signal to remove the fabric from her body.

Fuck yes .

I break the kiss, and the gray sweater she’s wearing is off in mere seconds. I’m greeted with the exquisite view of her breasts covered by a black lace bra.

“You’re stunning, Mia,” I say in a low growl as I take her mouth again. The kiss is frenzied, our tongues stroking and teasing the other in an erotic dance.

Her fingers find the buttons of my shirt, and she begins undoing each one until it’s open, then her small hands run up the center of my chest. When she reaches my shoulders, she slides the flannel off, leaving both of us naked—or mostly naked, in her case—from the chest up.

Her head dips forward, and she brushes her lips against my chest. A hiss escapes through my teeth, and my hands dig tighter into the smooth skin of her back, trying to keep myself from ripping the rest of our clothes off and sinking deep inside of her. That's not what I want our first time to be like. This night is about her pleasure and making sure she’s one-hundred-percent comfortable with me. It’s about showing her that if anyone is going to center her pleasure, it’s going to be me. And I’m going to do it so thoroughly she’ll know exactly who she belongs to.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

“I have your mouth on me. Trust me, I’m better than alright.”

She smiles and holds my stare as she leans forward again, brushing her lips against my chest before her tongue darts out to taste my skin.

My hand tangles in her loose waves at the back of her head. “Fuck, Mia. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

“Do it. Don’t hold back.”

She has no clue what she’s asking. Mia is innocent and sweet. All the things I’m not. But I have every intention of dirtying her up just a little tonight.

Releasing her hair, I clasp her hands and wrap them around my neck before grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her in my arms. She lets out a squeak of surprise as her legs wrap around my waist. I walk us over to the couch and sit with my back against the cushions and Mia straddling my lap, her gorgeous tits nearly level with my mouth.

One of my hands tangles in her hair again, pulling her down to my lips for another explosive kiss while my other glides up her back until my fingers reach the clasp of her bra. With deft precision, the clasp is undone in a matter of seconds. Her breasts spill from the lace that was covering them as I guide the straps down her arms.

She cries out when my mouth attaches to one dusty-pink nipple, and a satisfied groan rumbles deep in my chest.

Her hands clutch the side of my head and her fingers tangle through the longer strands, pulling my hair while she writhes on top of me, rubbing on my hard length over and over.

“Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep that up, baby,” I say through a hiss against her heated skin.

“Good.”

I bite down on her nipple, not hard, just testing the waters.

Another cry escapes Mia, this one even louder than the first. “I’m going to come if you keep that up,” she moans.

I file that away under things I need to know for later. Right now, I have other plans for my little librarian.

I roll over and position Mia against the couch, pulling her to the edge.

“You are definitely wearing these again, but right now, I need them off,” I say as I undo the button of her pants and drag them down her legs. She’s wearing black lace panties that match her bra, and saliva floods my mouth when I see the darkened lace at her center.

Instead of diving in and licking until she comes on my face, I lift her leg and place soft kisses along the inside of her calf, trailing my lips back and forth. Mia’s breaths are shallow and fast while her gaze stays fixed on me, anticipating every move. My other hand traces soft circles on the inside of her other thigh, but I don’t touch her where I know she desperately needs me. I like drawing this out, fucking love seeing the way her muscles ripple under my fingers. Hearing the breathy moans she lets out is like music to my fucking ears. Some may call it torture, but I like to think of it as getting to know her body and learning every little reaction she has to my touch. I’m not rushing a single goddamn thing.

“Please, Knox,” she begs so prettily, and my lips move past her knee to the sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh.

“I’m getting there, baby. But first, I want to get to know every inch of you.”

The hand that was on her leg skates up her stomach, her muscles quivering under my touch. When my fingers meet her breast, I plump the soft flesh, all the while kissing and tasting her skin. My hand moves over her breast, and I run her hard nipple through my fingers. Mia’s back arches from the couch. So my girl likes nipple play. That’s another thing I file away. My index of everything Mia reacts to is growing by the second, and I’m having the time of my fucking life filling it up.

My mouth reaches the crease between her pussy and thigh, and I take a long lick, wanting to taste every inch of her before I finally put my tongue where we both want it. Mia lets out an adorable growl and my lips quirk up in a smile, but I still refuse to stop my exploration of the softest skin I’ve ever tasted in my life. Her hand finds my head as she once again grabs two fistfuls of hair. I think my girl has had about as much teasing as she can take.

The lace of her panties is completely soaked, and the taste of her arousal explodes over my tongue when I finally take my first lick. Mia’s hips jump from the edge of the couch, but I rest the hand that was playing with her full tits against her lower stomach to keep her still.

I lift my head from between her thighs and pin her with my stare. “You’re going to have to stay still if you want me to lick this pretty pussy, baby.”

She bites her bottom lip and holds my stare with burning desperation in her gaze as she nods quickly.

My hands move to the sides of her panties, and I drag them down her thighs, leaning back so that I can get them off her legs. Instead of tossing them on the floor, I shove them in my pocket and give Mia a wink.

“Do you have a panty fetish?”

“Just a Mia fetish.”

I spread her legs wide and gently run my tongue over her slit. She exhales a shaky breath as she holds my stare, begging me with her eyes to hurry the fuck up. I smile and stare into her darkened gaze, her pupils nearly covering the rich brown of her irises from her heightened arousal.

My head lowers, but I never drop eye contact when I take a long lick, spreading her with my tongue. This is the first full taste I’ve gotten, and Jesus fucking Christ—I’ll never be the same.

Mia’s eyes roll back, and she lets out a string of expletives while I lick her over and over, dipping inside her, then twirling the point of my tongue over and around her plump clit. Her hips roll against my mouth, and I soak in every labored breath, every “Oh God,” and her breathless “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Her moans become louder and louder as one hand pulls roughly at my hair and the other squeezes the cushion next to her ass so hard I hear threads ripping. Her hips elevate as she comes in my mouth on a long cry. I lick her through the orgasm, gathering every drop on my tongue as she writhes beneath me, lost in her pleasure.

When her movements slow, with the exception of the slight jerk of her hips as aftershocks tumble through her, I lift my head from her pussy and kiss my way up her stomach. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and a dopey smile is spread across her lips. I take her mouth in a deep kiss, sharing the delicious taste of her orgasm.

“That was…” Her head lolls to the side as though she’s lost her ability to use her muscles.

“You’re beautiful when you come in my mouth, Mia.”

The image of her climaxing is burned into my brain, and the echoes of the noises that fell from her perfect pink lips will forever ring in my ears.

Leaning back, I wrap Mia’s legs around me before I stand, taking several long strides to her bedroom. When I lay her on the bed, she reaches for my belt, but I take a step back. The confused look on her face is adorable.

“This night is about you, sweetheart. And I plan to make you come on my tongue at least twice more before I lie down next to you and spend the rest of the night with you wrapped in my arms.”

“Wait, so we’re not having sex? I mean, I’m not saying we have to or trying to pressure you—”

A laugh bursts from my chest. “Baby, I would never think you were trying to pressure me into something I didn’t want to do.”

“So you don’t want to have sex with me. Okay, great.” She grabs the blanket and pulls it over her naked body.

“That right there,” I say as I sit next to her. “That’s why I’m making tonight solely about you. I need you to know that this is about more than me getting off. You mean more to me than a quick lay. I need you to trust me with your body and your heart. This is how I’m going to show you. Don’t get me wrong, I want to sink so deep inside of you that you feel me for the next week. But first I need you to trust me completely. Trust this”—I wave my fingers between us—“completely.”

Mia blows out a breath and covers her pinkened cheeks with her small hands. “I never thought I’d be the one pouting over not having sex.”

“Well, I am irresistible, so your frustration is understandable.”

She giggles and removes her hands from her face. “Sorry, this has never happened to me before.”

“Trust me, it’s new for me, too.” This is, in fact, the first time in history I’ve had a naked woman in front of me who I’ve been dying to feel wrapped around my cock and said no.

“No, I mean I’ve never been with a guy who made it about me. Who didn’t go down on me for thirty seconds before deciding that was enough and skipping ahead to the main event.”

My head rears back in shock. “Listen, I’m fucking phenomenal at oral, but it takes me longer than thirty seconds. Are you telling me no man has ever made you come like that?”

Mia laughs, but it doesn’t hold any humor. “No man has ever tried. Except you.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Watching you come on my tongue was the singular highlight of my fucking year, baby. Any man who would pass that up is a fucking idiot.”

Leaning down, I press a kiss to her mouth and gently pull the blanket away. When she doesn’t give me any resistance, I remove it from the bed completely and flip her over on her stomach.

“Hips up, sweetheart. I’m far from done worshipping this perfect pussy.”

Mia laughs, but it’s muffled by the pillow she has her face in.

“Uh-uh. When you scream for me, I’d better hear you. Those noises are mine, and the last thing you're going to do is muffle them. Understood?”

She lifts to her elbows and rocks her naked ass back toward me. “Understood.”

I lick her from her clit to her opening, dipping my tongue inside to get another taste of her sweetness.

“Good girl.”