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Chapter fourteen

Knox

I t’s been a shit day. As soon as it seemed things were finally cooling off for us, some asshole decided to fuck with my bike. There’s no proof this has something to do with the Italians or the Russians, but there’s no proof that it doesn’t, and I’m not leaving anything off the table. Ozzy went over the security footage to have another set of eyes on it, but he was just as stumped as me. As far as we know, the threats against the club have been eliminated. It could be assumed that this might have something to do with the Bone Breakers, but that’s not really their style, at least not from what we’ve seen in the past.

I got home from the clubhouse about an hour ago after putting new tires on my bike and helping one of our prospects out with his. I’m tired, irritated, and confused as fuck about what happened earlier. Instead of hanging out with everyone, I decided I needed some peace and quiet and a whiskey in the comfort of my own home.

With my feet propped on the coffee table, I turn the TV on, ready to turn my brain off, when headlights reflect off the wall. My head swivels toward the large window in the front of my house, and I spot Mia’s car in the driveway. A smile immediately spreads across my face at the unexpected but very welcome surprise.

Standing from the couch, I head to the front door to let her in but notice she hasn’t gotten out of her car yet. I open my front door and lean against the doorway with my arms folded over my chest as I watch her looking down at her lap. Her lips are moving, and it looks as though she’s having some sort of argument with herself. She hasn’t noticed me, so I slip my feet into my boots and walk down to meet her. My hand taps against her window, and she jumps in her seat, looking up at me. Mia closes her eyes briefly, then shoots me a tentative smile. She reaches over and grabs a plate that’s sitting on her passenger seat before I step aside so she can open her door.

“Hi,” she breathes out. “Sorry, I should have called. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I had dinner with my grandmother, and she made too much food because she thought you might be joining us. She knows you spent the night, by the way. Anyways, she suggested I bring you a plate. So after dinner, she handed this to me and shooed me out of the house after I promised to come by with it.” Mia holds the plate up to me in offering. Her cheeks are bright red when she finishes speaking, and I’m not sure if it’s from embarrassment or from having not taken a breath while she rushed out her reasoning for being here.

“You don’t have to call, sweetheart,” I say, taking the plate from her hands and kissing her sweet lips. When I pull away, she smiles softly. It’s a lot better than the uncertainty that was pouring from her only moments before.

“Sorry.” She shrugs. “I guess I’m not clear what the rules are here.”

I take her hand and lead her into the house, shutting the door behind me before I take off my boots, all the while keeping a hold of her. We walk into the kitchen, and I set the plate she brought on the counter, then motion for her to have a seat on one of the stools.

“The rules are, if you want to stop by unannounced for any reason whatsoever, you do. Another rule is if you bring me food, you have to hang out with me while I eat it. Oh, and you have to do it with your shirt off.”

Mia tilts her head to the side and purses her lips.

Laughter bursts from me as I remove the foil over the plate. “Okay. We’ll work on that one.” I grab a bottle of wine that I bought yesterday and a bottle of whiskey, holding both up. “Wine or whiskey?”

“Whiskey, please.”

I turn and grab a glass, tossing in a few ice cubes from my freezer before splashing a healthy amount into the glass.

“How was your day?” Mia asks when I take my first bite from the plate she brought.

“Don’t get me started. I’d rather enjoy my meal and seeing you in my house than talk about the shit from today.”

“I’m making a rule, too,” she says, arching her brow. “You have to share everything with me. Good or bad. If your day was shit, I want to know. If it was the best day you’ve ever had, I want to know.”

I smile and nod my head. “You’re right. Guess I’m not sure what the rules are here, either.” I walk around to the other side of the breakfast bar and have a seat next to Mia, taking a sip from her whiskey. “Someone fucked with my bike while I was at Midnight Rose. We aren’t sure who it was since they hid themselves pretty fucking well from the camera.”

“Who the hell would be that stupid, though? Is that why Wyatt had Maizie watching Pepper for him?”

I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “I’m sure there was more to it than that, but yeah, he had to go in and play security guard tonight.”

“You don’t have to go back?”

A smile spreads across my face as I lean closer to Mia. “Nope, I have the rest of the night to do whatever I want.”

“I can go and let you get some rest.” Her gaze darts between my eyes and my lips.

“The hell you will.” I close the small gap between us and take her mouth in a searing kiss. Mia responds as she always does when I kiss her—enthusiastically and with every ounce of passion inside of her.

My lips break away from hers, and I begin trailing my lips over the soft skin of her neck, licking and tasting her as I swipe my tongue over her throat. I give her a little love bite, and she groans in pleasure, so I do it again.

“You know, we spent a lot of time last night discovering what I like. I want to know what you like.”

My mind plays back to the conversation I had with Sylvie earlier today. If this woman is going to be in my life, be my partner, then she needs to know every part of me.

I sit back and run a fingertip over the freckles of her nose. She’s told me that she hates those freckles because they make her look so young. I always thought they made her look innocent and sweet. I’m finding that my little librarian is quite sweet but not as innocent as I would’ve expected. A part of me is scared she’ll run screaming when I tell her, but a bigger part of me is excited to see her tied up as she gives the control of her pleasure over to me and trusts me with it.

“I like using restraints,” I say, searching her eyes for a reaction.

Her brows furrow. “Come again?”

I smile at her confused look. I’m sure it’s not the first thing she thought my answer would be when she asked me that question.

“I enjoy it when a woman trusts me enough to be in charge of her pleasure. And I like the way it takes me out of my head.”

“What do you mean?”

She’s asking questions—not screaming. This is good.

“When I’m in a scene with a woman, I’m solely focused on her and her reactions. It sort of quiets all the shit in my brain for a while. Plus, I think a woman looks sexy as fuck when she’s tied in ropes.”

I run my finger down the center of Mia’s chest, imagining a series of intricate knots running across her naked skin.

“You want to tie me up?”

“Yes,” I breathe out without hesitation.

“I’ve never done that—been tied up. Have you?”

“I have, actually. It was part of my training. I would never expect a partner to allow me to do anything I haven’t experienced myself.”

Curiosity and hesitation with a touch of, dare I say, excitement flit through her light-brown eyes. “Did you like it?”

I consider her question so I can answer her as honestly as possible. “My pleasure doesn’t come from being bound. It comes from doing the binding. Though I didn’t dislike it, I’m not suited to be a rope bottom.”

“What do you think the rope bottom gets out of the experience?”

“I think it varies from person to person. The most common thing I hear is that they find power and pleasure in giving up control. There’s a certain feeling of release when you make the decision to give that control to someone you trust.”

She nods in understanding. “That actually…sounds really good.”

I smile before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the mouth. There was something about her that told me she would be perfect for me, and this just proves that further.

“Would you want to try something tonight? Not a full scene with ropes, but maybe wrist restraints?”

She bites her lower lip as she considers my question. “I think I would.”

“That’s not enthusiastic consent, sweetheart.” Going into this clearheaded and wholeheartedly is absolutely paramount to me.

She nods and sits a little straighter on the stool. “I want to try. I’m just nervous. What if I do it wrong? Or what if I don’t like it?”

“Trust me when I say you won’t do it wrong. We’ll have open and clear communication the entire time. And if you don’t like it, we’ll stop immediately.”

Mia lifts her glass to her lips, but I stop her before she takes a sip. “If you want to try this, neither of us can be drunk or impaired in any way. That’s not how I operate.”

“Not even to take the edge off a little?” she asks, her gaze flitting between me and the glass.

“If you're on edge that much, we won’t play. But there’re other ways I can think of that work a hell of a lot better than whiskey.”

I grin and slide my palm around her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

When we separate, her eyes are slightly glazed. “Okay,” she whispers against my lips.

“We need a safe word,” I say.

“You’re the expert here,” Mia replies with a smile.

“I’ve always found it best to use the traffic light system. Green means we’re good, yellow means slow down or you want to change something, and red means stop completely.”

She nods and the corner of her lips tilt upward. “I can do that.”

I stand from my stool and hold my hand toward Mia. When she slides hers into mine, I turn it over and kiss her palm, keeping our gazes locked. “What color?”

She looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Green.”

I pull her from the stool into my chest. When I kiss her this time, I bend slightly and lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My hands knead her delicious ass as she moves against me, rubbing her center over my quickly hardening length. Tonight, I’m not going to take it slow. I plan to sink myself into her and have her come on my cock over and over.

I walk us toward the back of my house, where my large bedroom is located. Gently laying her down on my king-sized bed, I stand and take in the way her auburn hair spreads across my dark-blue comforter. Stepping back, I reach behind me and grab the collar of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head before dropping it on the floor next to me. Mia lifts on her elbows, her gaze trailing over every inch of my naked chest. I love the appreciation in her gaze, love seeing the pupils in her eyes dilate because she’s so turned on.

I lean forward, resting my fists on the bed but keeping my arms straight as my upper body pushes Mia flat on her back while I take her mouth in a deep kiss. Her warm hands slide up my sides, then down my chest as a shudder runs through me. When her hands reach the waist of my jeans, I lift my head and look her in the eye, both of us breathing hard as her fingers undo the button. She bites her lip, and the corner of my mouth kicks up in a small grin.

“Are you going to let me taste you tonight?” she asks.

The breath stalls in my chest and my cock nearly punches out of my jeans.

“I’m going to let you do anything you want to me, sweetheart.”

Her grin widens as her hand pulls down the zipper of my jeans. When she reaches in, her hand touches my cock for the first time.

“ Fuck ,” I groan as she pulls me out and strokes me up and down in her tight fist. “I need you naked. Now.”

Mia releases me and pulls her shirt over her head. My hands immediately find the clasp of her bra, and I undo it, letting her full tits spill from the white cotton. I smile when I see her bra. So sweet and unassuming. And, like last night, I get a thrill from the idea of dirtying her up a little.

She undoes the button of her jeans before I yank the fabric, along with her panties, off in one swift motion.

“Better,” I say, spreading her legs wide. Her cunt is bare and so fucking wet. My mouth waters at the sight, remembering how delicious she tasted when she came on my tongue over and over again last night.

Stepping back again, I push my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, leaving me completely naked. My hand grips the base of my cock, and I stroke myself as I walk closer to Mia, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her chest rises and falls as her gaze darts from my eyes to the way I’m pleasuring myself.

“Open,” I demand. She parts her lips and I smile. “You’re going to have to go wider than that, sweetheart.” Mia stretches her mouth and sticks out her tongue without me asking. Seeing her like this, hungry for me…fuck, I can’t even explain.

When I slide my cock over her wet tongue and into her hot mouth, I let out a long moan. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good.”

She hums in response and the feel of the vibration shoots straight to my balls. My length slides in and out, going a little deeper each time.

“Do you think you can take the whole thing, Mia?”

She does her best to nod with my cock still in her mouth, and I pull almost the entire way out. When I slide back in, my tip touches the back of her throat. She gags slightly, and I remove myself completely this time.

“What color?” Though this isn’t a scene with any sort of restraints yet, I want her to be comfortable and to openly communicate with everything we do.

“Green,” she says.

“Do you want to take more?” I ask, running my thumb along her bottom lip.

“Yes, please.”

“When I hit the back of your throat, I want you to swallow. Do you think you can do that for me?”

She answers by opening her mouth again for me.

This time when the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, I press farther, and she relaxes, then swallows around me.

“Goddamn,” I groan out. “You take me so well in your mouth, sweetheart.”

I pull out again, giving her the chance to take a full breath. Then, I repeat the motion. Her throat tightening has me ready to shoot down her throat. But that’s not where I want to come the first time with her.

“I need to taste you,” I say through gritted teeth after I pull myself free from her mouth.

The corners of her mouth turn down in an adorable pout. “But I wasn’t done.”

“That may be true.” I chuckle. “But I will be if we keep this up. Besides, I think this was about taking the edge off for you, and the best way I can think of is by eating your sweet cunt.”

The directness of my words—or maybe it’s the anticipation of it—has my girl’s eyes blazing with lust.

My arms band around Mia’s waist, and I lift her as I kneel on the mattress and position her head toward the top of my bed. This is the first time I’ve felt her, skin to skin, across my entire naked body. Though last night I was naked—except for my boxers—this feels different. Her flesh is silken and smooth against every rough part of me when her legs glide over mine as I lie on top of her and press my mouth to hers. It’s as if this is always where I was meant to be. With her naked in my bed, and showing her how I feel with my body, if not my words.

Her knees are pressed against my hips, and in one simple move, I could bury myself in her without a second thought. I’m tempted to do just that, but Mia wants to experience something I’ve never shared with a woman I care about the way I do about her. Honestly, I’m so fucking excited to be here with her I can hardly contain myself. These feelings are like nothing I’ve ever had for another woman.

I begin my descent down her body, kissing and licking the perfect flesh beneath my touch. My gaze travels up her body the lower I get. Her breaths are coming in hard pants, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.

“What color?” I ask when my lips brush across her pubic bone.

“Green. So fucking green,” she pants out, and I grin as my tongue dips between her legs to taste her for the first time today. This is a real fucking tragedy because she’s become my new favorite flavor, and I feel a little deprived.

Mia’s eyes are rolled toward the ceiling as my tongue flicks against her clit.

That won’t do.

“Eyes on me,” I command

Her hooded gaze shoots to me, and I hold her stare as I double my efforts, adding two fingers and curving them just the right way so I can massage her G-spot as my tongue laps at her clit. Her hips roll almost violently between the bed and my mouth while her hands fist around the pillow she has her head resting on.

“Oh my God, Knox. Keep going.”

It's not as though she needs to tell me. By now, I recognize all the signs that she’s about to come. Her brows tighten, and her lips part as though she’s preparing for the inevitable onslaught of sensation. When her body stiffens beneath me and her breath stalls, I know I’m seconds away from tasting her release. Mia comes on a long moan, the walls of her pussy pulsating and tightening around my fingers. Each lick, each press of my fingers against the spot inside her, makes her body quake with pleasure as her orgasm rolls through her.

I prowl back up her body, kissing her damp skin. I make my way to her breast, licking around her nipple before pulling it into my mouth, then giving it a light bite. My tongue runs over her throat until I reach her mouth and plunge inside. Mia’s tongue tangles with mine, her fingers running up and down the tight muscles of my back.

“How do you feel now?” I ask.

“So fucking good.”

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. I hold her gaze a few moments before she continues. “I trust you, Knox, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that anything you do will make me feel fucking amazing.”

That’s exactly what I need to hear. To know she trusts me implicitly means everything to me. My chest is cracking open with the sincerity in her eyes. The years of keeping my heart locked tight in chains are falling away. When Mia looks at me, there’s no doubt she trusts me with more than just her body, and there’s no doubt that she’s it for me. This is about more than her willingness to explore something with me. This is about her acceptance of me. Fuck, I’m falling for her deeper than I was at all prepared for. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. With her, it never will.

I lean down and kiss her again. There’s never a time I don’t want my lips on Mia. When I pull myself away, I stand and walk over to my dresser, opening the drawer that contains my ropes and a few other things, including soft leather cuffs. I grab four and close the drawer before walking back over to the bed. My hand reaches under my mattress to pull out the leather strap I have hidden underneath at the top and bottom of my bed.

“To think you had this all set up the first time you brought me here. I never would have guessed,” Mia says when I lay the end of the strap on the mattress and walk to the other side of my bed to do the same.

I see the excitement in her eyes as her gaze darts to the straps on either side of her.

“To think my little librarian is so excited to be tied up while I fuck her that she can’t stop rubbing her thighs together,” I say, pointedly looking at the way she’s squirming on my bed. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it, but I make damn sure to observe every reaction she has as I prepare her.

When I run a finger through her center, her eyelids flutter.

“You’re so wet thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you, aren’t you? How you're going to be spread out for me to enjoy.”

“Yes,” she hisses as I flick her clit several times in quick succession.

A satisfied grin spreads across my mouth. I bring my finger to my lips and wipe her wetness over them before putting the digit in my mouth and sucking her taste off me.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I can’t help the low chuckle that escapes me. “No, baby. Quite the opposite, actually.”

There’s nothing I want more than for Mia to finally live her life for herself. To have the things she wants. To let go of the things that she’s carried like a lead weight across her shoulders.

I grab one of the cuffs and secure her right wrist in it, then attach it to the strap on the bed. I walk over to the other side and do the same.

“Color?” I ask.

“Green.”

I walk to the end of the bed and spread her legs. The second my eyes make contact with her perfect cunt, I lean forward and run my tongue through her center. I can’t fucking help myself when it comes to tasting her. Her hips pop off the bed in surprise as she lets out a hiss.

When I have her ankles spread apart and each one in a cuff, I stand back and look at the goddess sprawled out on my bed.

“What color?” I ask again, this time my voice thick with emotion. Lust being the most prominent, but there’s something else lying just underneath that. Something that feels too soon to feel but so right.

“Green.”

“You look fucking beautiful spread out for me. I want to make you come over and over. And when you think you can’t possibly come one more time, I’m going to prove you wrong. Are you ready?”

Mia locks her eyes with mine. “Yes.”