Page 19 of Quadruplets for the Vipers (Never Just One #3)

“It’s beautiful,” I say, taking in the surroundings. “But you should have said we were coming to the beach, we haven’t brought anything practical with us.”

“Why do you think I spent so long at the gas station? I got everything we need,” he declares proudly, heading to the trunk and producing bags of items.

Knox leads the way to a small, enclosed part of the beach that’s completely isolated. There’s no other person in sight. Just us and the ocean. My stomach fills with butterflies at the thought. Knox gets to work placing down a beach mat and an umbrella for us.

I lie back, using Knox’s jacket as a pillow, happily enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin and the calming sounds of the ocean. Already, the events of last night feel further away.

After a while of relaxing in companionable silence, Knox turns to me. “Fancy a swim?”

I look over at the gently lapping waves with longing. My skin is hot from the sun, with a thin sheen of sweat. A dip in the cool ocean sounds incredible.

“We don’t have swimsuits,” I point out.

“So, there’s no one around.”

“There is no way I’m skinny dipping,” I scoff, raising my eyebrow.

He grins at me suggestively, his eyes undressing me. “I didn’t say anything about getting naked. We can go in our underwear, it won’t take long to dry off. Unless you really want to see me naked…” he teases.

Feeling bold and a little reckless, I decide to just go for it. “Keep it in your pants,” I reply, standing and pulling my dress over my head.

I’m grateful that I’m wearing a supportive and cute underwear set that isn’t too skimpy but not unflattering either.

I notice how my stomach has a slight curve now, and my breasts feel even fuller, thanks to the pregnancy.

A small part of me panics for a second, worrying that he’ll find me overweight and unattractive.

One glance at Knox helps me to push those insecurities down as he gapes at me approvingly.

“What are you waiting for?” I say, nodding at his fully dressed self.

Knox quickly pulls his t-shirt over his head before bending down to pull off his boots, hopping on one leg and nearly falling over in his hurry. I laugh and run ahead of him, the sand squishing between my toes, as I hear him struggling behind me.

“Come on, slowpoke!”

I run into the waves, feeling free and exhilarated as the water splashes against my skin.

Knox comes running after me, trying to catch up as I race ahead.

He quickly catches up to me and wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me up with ease as I giggle and wriggle in his arms. He lets me go, and I immediately spin around and splash him like a kid.

He stands in shock for a moment before chuckling and splashing me back.

“Alright, truce!” Knox says, holding up his hand in surrender.

We stop splashing and laugh, feeling like carefree teenagers.

Knox is so unpredictable. One minute he’s serious, a moody, violent manly man, and the next he’s acting like a harmless kid.

One minute, he hated me, and the next, he acted like he was into me and having fun with me.

It has me reeling, but it’s exciting and unpredictable too.

“Come on, there’s some dark clouds in the distance, we should dry off before it rains,” he says, nodding at the black cloud in the distance.

I nod reluctantly and follow him back to the shore.

I try not to look too closely at the way his wet boxers cling to him.

Knox hands me a towel, and I gratefully dry myself, sitting down and staring out at the ocean, trying not to focus on the warmth radiating from Knox sitting beside me.

The sexual tension between us is impossible to ignore.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he says gently.

He moves closer, reaching out to touch a strand of my wet hair. My nipples harden, and I know they must be visible through my wet bra.

What the hell am I doing?

I can’t move, can’t think. As naturally as breathing, he kisses me, and I kiss him back.

A guilty part of me thinks about Axel, and then I remember what he said before he left.

I feel like that was him giving me permission to explore my feelings for Knox.

I’m not ready to make a decision between the two of them, but perhaps I don’t need to.

For the second time, just as I did with Axel, I stop questioning myself or wondering if it’s right.

I simply give in to my desire and allow my body to guide me.

He kisses me passionately, moving so I’m lying down underneath him.

His hard chest pressed against me, his strong hands caressing my skin.

He kisses down my neck, burning his head in my chest, licking the saltwater from my skin.

He teases my nipples through my wet bra and removes it.

A brief thought crosses my mind about the possibility of someone catching us, but I’m too turned on, too lost in the moment to care.

He continues his exploration of my body, his tongue and hands touching every inch of me.

He kisses the sensitive spot on my inner thighs, my pussy clenches and reacts, getting wet with anticipation.

He removes my soaked panties, and I tilt my pelvis to help, fully exposing myself and not caring who sees.

The thought of what we’re doing—so exposed, fully giving into our desire and not caring about the sand or risk of being caught—only adds to my excitement.

He buries his tongue between my legs, licking my clit and eliciting a gasp from my mouth.

His expert tongue languidly moves in circles while he feels how wet I am with his finger.

Even though we’re outdoors where anyone could walk past at any minute, he seems to be in no rush.

Knox is taking his time, and while there’s a primal desperation filling me with need, there isn’t the same hungry urgency as with Axel.

I try to push the thought of him away, but my mind wanders, imagining what it would be like if he were here too, which only serves to turn me on even more.

Knox slides his finger in my soaking wet slit, pulling my focus back to him and I groan as he continues to expertly circle my clit while he thrusts his fingers inside me.

I arch my back, enjoying the ocean breeze as it blows over my hardened nipples.

I’m covered in sand, but I don’t care. All I can think about is how incredible it feels.

Each time I feel myself nearing climax, Knox changes the tempo slightly, bringing me to new levels of pleasure and holding me back from the edge. My orgasm builds inside me until I can no longer hold back the loud moans that might alert people to our presence.

“Fuck! Knox! Someone’s going to hear us!” I cry out, even though I’m the culprit.

“Let them hear, baby.”

“We’d have to stop then,” I pant, which is the last thing I want to happen right now.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we? It’s a shame Axel isn’t here, I’m sure he’d be happy to occupy that mouth of yours with his cock…”

“That would be so good…” I can’t help but blurt out and admit.

“Next time,” Knox promises, sending me wild with hopeful anticipation.

The thought makes me even wetter as he delves his tongue back between my thighs, moving his fingers fast inside me and sending me crashing over the edge as I orgasm hard, my legs bucking. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” I cry out in pleasure.

He moves up beside me, not seeming to make a move to try to have sex with me.

“You’re not done yet, are you?” I reach over, feeling how hard he is. “You certainly don’t feel finished.’

He lets out a grunt of pleasure, his eyes dancing wickedly as he looks at me. “I don’t think you’d be able to stay quiet without a gag.”

“So gag me,” I challenge, feeling bold and desperate for more.

His eyes gleam with surprised arousal as he growls and moves to hover above me. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. “Such a bad girl.”

I reach out and pull his boxers down, releasing his impressively large cock that’s already hard for me. I’m so wet still that I’m ready for him but even so, as he enters me I’m stretched and he has to move slowly until my body can fully accommodate him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan as he thrusts, my pussy clenching around him, still rippling with pleasure from the first orgasm.

“Am I going to have to gag you?”

“Yes!” I pant, eager for the new, taboo experience that is exciting me more than I would have expected.

A wicked grin dances across his mouth as he reaches for his discarded t-shirt and gently places it in my mouth, tying it around the back of my head. “I’d rather watch you sucking a cock while I fuck you, but this will have to do for now.”

Oh god. This feels so unbelievably naughty yet so right, so incredible.

Knox fucks me harder before flipping me over onto all fours and entering me from behind.

He fills me, stretching me even further as his cock hits my g-spot and I loudly moan against the gag.

He reaches forward, teasing my nipples as he thrusts inside me.

He gently pulls my hair, pulling me back to kiss my neck and shoulder.

If you’d asked me before if I enjoyed rough sex, I’d have said no. With my ex, it was painful and all about control. But with Knox, it feels safe, an act of trust. He spanks me lightly, taking me by surprise. It sends a new, unexpected ripple of pleasure through me that has me wanting more.

My muffled moans of pleasure encourage him to continue as he fucks me hard and fast now. I’m soaking wet, the juices running down my thighs. I honestly can’t say for certain I would stop right now if someone found us. It feels too fucking good and I’m lost in reckless abandon.

“Fuck, Leah, your pussy is incredible, you’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm as he bites the lobe of my ear and kisses my neck again.

Oh holy shit, that’s hot. Fuck. I’m going to cum.

I cry out against the gag. My legs buckle out from underneath me as the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.

“Oh fuck, yes, Leah.”

Knox grunts and thrusts deep and hard and I feel him cumming as hard as I am as he mutually climaxes.

We stay still for a moment, panting and shuddering as the shockwaves of pleasure finish rippling their way through.

He gently pulls out of me and unties the t-shirt from around my head.

I roll onto my back, breathing heavily. He comes to lie down beside me, covering me with a towel just in case and placing a soft kiss on my lips, stroking the hair off my face.

“Wow…”

“Yeah… wow,” he says with a grin.

I can’t help but grin back stupidly at him. We’ve gone and made everything a hundred times more complicated, but right now I couldn’t care less.