Page 18 of Knox (The Devil’s Luck MC #6)

KNOX

C aroline Bates wasn’t a Wolverine. She was a goddamn succubus.

She’d milked me fucking dry like she planned it. Fucking mastermind really did go after things she wanted. Mercilessly. Was a Devil no match for a Wolverine with pretty red nails?

With how much she made me come inside her with just a few hip rolls and some purrs, it was debatable.

Now we were in each other’s arms, sweaty and spent like we’d run a marathon in peak Nevada summer.

I leaned over to crack the trailer’s window to let in a breeze.

It was almost five in the afternoon. I was trying not to start a countdown to the moment she got in that limo to take her a million miles away.

“Hm,” she said with a cat-like stretch. “I’m thirsty.”

My hand skimmed her side, lingering on the curve of her hip. I kissed her shoulder. “You raided the trailer already. You know where the water bottles are.”

“That I do.”

Caroline sat up, then slid off the bed, stark naked. Fuck, she had a nice ass. And when she returned with two bottles of water, I decided she had really nice tits. They were still peaked, bouncing with each step. And that perfect thing between her legs? Well, that was another story.

She joined me on the bed, opening the bottle with a crackle. I watched her throat move with each swallow and couldn’t decide if I wanted to close my hand around it or tenderly kiss it.

She caught me staring, then caught my cock getting hard again in my lap. Water dribbled down her chin onto her perfect breasts when she almost choked on the next swallow.

“You horny bastard—” she began, but I cut her off when I kissed her deeply.

“Wanna go again?” I growled against her jaw.

Caroline’s lips curved into a smirk that made me both horny and scared. “You’re the first dick I’d be happy fucking twice.”

“What a lucky dick.”

I moved to have my way the way I wanted with her, but then she got on her hands and knees, her ass facing me. She gave me a look over her shoulder in invitation like sin itself.

That was all I needed to get on my knees and slip my fingers between her folds to prep her body for mine. Now that she had finally let go of her strict inhibitions—at least a little—Caroline was easy to get aroused. She was wet before I had to do much.

The sound she made when I thrust into her was fucking delicious.

I caught her by surprise when I pulled her backward into my lap.

I dragged her back against my chest while she was still fully seated on my cock.

My arms wrapped around her, locking her against me.

My right hand gripped her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder while the other hand rubbed her clit.

Caroline let out a sharp gasp, her fingers flying to grip my arms, trying to find balance as I spread her wider, as I thrust up into her, deep. “Motherfucker?—”

“Shh, woman,” I told her against her ear, working inside her. “So tight and wet for me. Don’t fight it.”

And she didn’t. She went pliable for me again, letting me do whatever I damn wanted to. But I still treated her like a queen who deserved the best fuck of her life. Based on the look on her face and the sounds she was making, she was on cloud nine.

When we came together, we collapsed together. I helped her aching, twitching body under the covers, even though we were now drenched in sweat. She wriggled her ass against me when I spooned her, making me groan, making it hard to focus on my next command.

“Sleep, Caroline.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Even if you aren’t, you need to catch up on it. No doubt you’re still healing from the past two days.” My hand roamed her body in hopes it would lull her into a nap. “Besides, we have the rest of the day to kill, and we can’t leave the forest. This trailer is safe. Why not snooze?”

“Because…”

Her voice was so small I barely heard it. I pressed my cheek to hers, burrowing closer, holding her tighter.

“Because,” she whispered. “I have never felt this liberated before. Being with you like this is the most freeing feeling I’ve ever experienced.

It makes me feel like I can be my own person.

I can finally see a life of potential ahead of me.

One so far removed from my father, I’ll never have to think his name again. ”

I wasn’t good at comforting people, especially women.

Most MC bikers weren’t. The only love we had was our bikes and our honor to our club.

Most of the women we encountered, we didn’t expect to last more than a one-night stand or two.

Few found real love, like Jackson and Sam.

Hell, none of us wanted kids in the picture, and now we had two on the way and couldn’t be more thrilled.

Given the way Caroline and I were both raised, neither of us was suited to be a therapist. I was better at listening and nodding. Maybe that was all she needed. But first, I needed to bare my soul, too.

“I’m not gonna let anyone own you again. Not your father, not that merc prick, not anyone. You’re yours now.”

Caroline twisted to look at me, wide-eyed. I knew my words struck a chord. The vulnerability in her eyes made something possessive curl in my gut like a beast awakening from a slumber.

I wrapped my arm around her torso, stroking the heavy velvet weight of her breast with my thumb. “I’ll let you fight your own fights, baby, but I swear on my patch, if anyone lays a fucking finger on you again, I’ll rip ‘em apart with my teeth.”

Her throat bobbed, but she wouldn’t let herself be sentimental. “I slept with you once?—”

“Twice, technically?—”

“Shut up. I sleep with you, and now you’re promising your heart to me?”

“My patch and my fists, spitfire,” I corrected teasingly, tilting her head by a knuckle under her chin to kiss her. “But I’m not going to protest?—”

Outside, the forest roared with bike engines.

I moved faster than my thoughts, flinging off the covers and grabbing the gun where I kept it under the mattress.

“I want one,” Caroline hissed, jerking upright.

I shook my head, annoying her, but I didn’t care. I slid off the bed and dropped low so as not to be seen by whoever was coming closer fast . I crept to the door and locked it quietly because my dumbass didn’t lock it earlier.

Nobody knew we were here. Nobody had any business showing up here.

Well, besides Grant and Gabriel.

My heart was pounding in my ears. Please let it be them. Please don’t let it be the Wolverines—or worse, Jackson.

Either way, a locked trailer door won’t do shit to keep anyone out who wants to come in.

I glanced at Caroline to make sure she was safe in bed.

She didn’t look scared, just tense and ready to fight.

I didn’t blame her. I would rather be spooning a beautiful woman than listening for potential threats.

The bikes pulled into the clearing and shut off their engines. Male voices followed—casual conversation. Familiar voices.

Thank fuck.

I stood, relief washing over me, and put the gun away. I remembered I was buck naked the second Grant and Gabriel started pounding on the door. Caroline and I hurried to yank on our clothes.

“Open up,” Gabriel called in a singsong voice. “You’re being evicted.”

“Fuck off,” I snapped, slamming my fist on the door once. “Knock it off.”

“Can’t, buddy,” said Grant seriously. “Jackson knows you’re here and that Caroline is with you. You’ve got about two minutes to pack up and leave. Otherwise, you’re going to pass him on the road trying to get out of here.”

“Shit,” Caroline and I hissed at the same time.

Not. Good. At. All.

We’re so fucked.

“You two naked in there?” Gabriel asked, snickering like a high schooler.

Caroline finished putting her hair up. I very much preferred her naked body, even if my ego liked seeing her in my clothes.

I snatched the truck’s keys and finished buttoning my pants, throwing open the trailer door to find Gabriel and Grant both smiling like idiots.

“You’re so fucked,” Grant said, now only half serious.

“I’ll bring the popcorn,” Gabriel added.

“Don’t,” I warned, shoving past them. “I might get blood in it once Jackson gets his hands on me. Move. We have to go.”

I heard Caroline’s footsteps and turned to help her down the steps. Her hand in mine just felt right. If someone told me I’d be holding hands with Walter Bates’s daughter, I would have howled with laughter. But here we were.

I led her toward the truck. She stuck close to me, avoiding Grant and Gabriel like the plague. I realized she would never see the other Devils the way I did—would never trust them. She would only see them as threats—as people who might hurt her.

I opened the passenger door and helped her in. I expected her to snap that she knew how to get into a car by herself, but she didn’t. She was busy eyeing my MC brothers mistrustingly. I patted her thigh reassuringly.

“We’ll get out of here,” I promised Caroline. “I’m going to unhook the trailer and grab some stuff, okay?”

She nodded, wary but unafraid. She trusted me.

Somehow, Jackson felt more like a threat than her father. My shoulders felt like they were carrying the weight of the world suddenly. I had never felt so compelled to protect anyone as much as I wanted to protect Caroline Bates from my own president.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I walked toward the trailer hook. Grant and Gabriel followed to help.

“Dude,” Grant said in a low voice. “He’s going to take the main path.”

There were two paths to this campsite. The one very unofficial way I took Caroline down yesterday. The other? The Devil’s Luck made it years ago, making it easier to take their bikes and the truck through.

“You go,” Gabriel said the second the trailer was unhooked. “We got your back no matter what.”

“Thanks, guys, I owe you one.” I gripped forearms with each of them. “I’ve never been more grateful for you bastards.”

They gave me big grins.

Grant jerked his chin toward Caroline. “Go escape with princess.”

I got into the truck, one hand already on Caroline’s thigh with a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get out of this, spitfire. Promise. Hey, seatbelt on, woman.”

Caroline rolled her eyes and clicked her seatbelt. “Okay, okay, bossy pants.”

“Oh, you have a sense of humor now?” I joked.

I put the truck into gear as the rumble of Harleys sent birds squawking into the sky.

No. We’re too late.

Fuck.

The Devil’s Luck roared out from the trees with a vengeance, their engines shaking the ground. My jaw clenched when I met Jackson’s glare as he rumbled to a stop in front of the truck—blocking the way forward and out.

The rest of the MC kicked out their bike stands.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at any of them.

Shame made my whole body lock up. I thought I could come up with a convincing spiel to get Black Jack to understand why I risked everything to save the enemy, but in the moment, I was so royally fucked with no plan at all.

Jackson looked ready to murder me on the spot and then start a campfire and clink beer bottles with my brothers, who no doubt felt betrayed.

“I’ve got you,” I told Caroline out of the corner of my mouth.

“You better,” she hissed. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”