Page 8 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Knox

After leaving Vault at the Monarch Club earlier, I headed back to Midnight Run so I could help Tara with invoices and not feel like a complete waste of space.

This club takes the edge off my constant tension, which is really ironic considering I used to hate this place with every fiber of my being.

My pops ran it into the ground, and it was only after my boys pulled together to help me buy it from him that I finally decided to make something of myself.

My success was never about making my father proud, but to make Ryker, Dmitri, and Vault see that I’m worth their investment.

Except I’m shit at business management and never did have a head for numbers. Tara, Ryker’s girl, takes care of all that for me. She’s a goddamn genius. Everywhere I go, I’m surrounded by smart people…

“What do you want to do after graduation?”

Vault and I are on another midnight run.

It’s just the two of us, which is getting more and more common.

Ryker’s mom is super sick all the time and Dmitri’s got his own shit going on.

Vault and I are there for them, but… we’re also here for each other.

All of us have been rocking serious pr oblems lately.

Being with Vault makes mine a little better.

“I don’t know.” Gravel crunches under our feet as we jog down the railroad tracks. “What are you doing?”

Because I’ll follow him anywhere.

“My parents want me to apply for Yale.”

Anywhere but there…

I slow down to a walk, and Vault matches my pace.

“Wow. Yale.” To hide my worry, I nudge his shoulder with mine. “You’ll get a lot of pussy there. Smart pussy.”

“Why do you say shit like that?”

He’s not amused. Neither am I. “I know you like it.”

“So do you.”

We’ve never put a label on what we are. Best friends first, boyfriends second?

I don’t fucking know. But we’ve been whatever we are for over a year and a half.

He’s a grade ahead of me, which feels like a time bomb is about to go off and he’ll be blown away from me.

His parents still don’t officially know about us, but his mom drops hints, so I’m pretty sure she suspects something.

My pops caught us making out one night and didn’t say anything.

He just slowly closed the door, went out for the night, and when we woke up the next morning, he had pancakes and bacon waiting for us.

Dmitri and Ryker know, obviously, because that’s not a secret we wanted to keep from them.

On the outside, life seems cool, but I’m losing my confidence in us.

Lately, he’s taken me to a bunch of parties with kids from his fancy school, and seeing how smart and privileged they are makes me suspicious that he wishes he was more into that lifestyle than the one we have.

I mean, I don’t blame him. If I had money, I’d be happier.

I’m broke, and Vault’s family is way better off than mine, but they’re not rich either.

At least his peers at that fancy school are nice.

We’ve fucked around with each other and with girls at some of the parties we go to. Charlotte was our latest .

“I only went for her because you couldn’t keep your eyes off her ass.”

So true. It was juicy as fuck. “You didn’t seem to mind eating her out.”

“Neither did you.”

“She was sweet and tart, not salty like you,” I tease.

“Then go date her and let her be the one to choke on your fat dick all the time.”

I stop short. “The fuck, Alex?”

He lets out an exasperated breath and drops his head, shaking it. “Why do we get like this?”

I don’t know. We’re all over the place lately. I’m jealous one minute and desperate to explore and share the next. But Vault is the only one who has my heart, and that’s never going to change.

I can’t tell if he’s exploring girls with me because he’s curious too or just trying to keep up with me.

My sex drive is through the roof and his is no better.

We can’t keep our hands off each other. Always sneaking up to his room for a blowjob or fucking during sleeping overs at my house while my dad’s out.

This is the best worst time of my life. I can’t get enough, and I’m scared it’s going to end.

Nothing feels the same since Ry and D’s lives blew up, and Pops has gotten worse lately, too.

I’m suffocating and Alex is the only one who lets me breathe.

If he disappears, so will I. I’ll fade into the dark and never crawl out.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I step into his space and stare at him. He’s so perfect. Too perfect. I’m not worthy.

“I love you,” I say, like it can save me from this irrational fear of losing him.

His mouth forms a tight line.

I want to pry it open and shove my feelings down his throat so he can have something that makes him human like me. I hate it when he closes up like this. I hate when I act like a shithead. I hate when we don’t say what we should and instead keep it buried to fester.

“I have to go volunteer this weekend.”

Wow. So we’re just gonna change subjects? Fine. “Again?”

“Yeah.”

“Where to this time?”

“Same place.”

Vault’s been volunteering to rebuild an old campsite with one of his teachers. I think it’s weird that he always asks Vault to come, but whatever. My teachers hate me, so I don’t know what it’s like to be someone’s favorite student.

“Do you need extra help?” I’ve gone with him twice before and it was fun. We basically rebuilt a small pavilion. I like working with my hands and his teacher, Mr. Campbell, is nice and easy-going.

“I already asked, and he said all the spots are filled.”

Not surprising. He’s a popular teacher, and it’s a risk letting a kid who’s not a student of his come along without his superiors knowing.

To hide my stupid insecurities about being left behind, even for a weekend, I smack his ass and sprint away. He catches up quickly and we finish our midnight run, laughing and holding hands all the way back to his house.

If I’d known what would happen next, I would have made sure we never stopped running …

Showing up at the Monarch early is so out of character for me. Just goes to show how ready I am for this. I was basically useless at my restaurant, anyway. After going over budgets with Tara, I hit the kitchen to make us both a nice snacky snack and fucked the simplest meal up.

I even burned garlic.

Yup. And Tristan saw it, too .

Fuck my life.

So here I am, fresh as a daisy, preparing like a good boy for my Mistress.

Ryker meets me halfway down the hall. “You’re early.”

“You knew I was coming?”

“I know everything.”

Cocky motherfucker. “You okay with this?”

“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be in the best suite we have.”

I’ve never been in the Butterfly suite before. “Aw, you really know how to make a guy feel special on his birthday.”

Ryker chuckles lightly and unlocks the door. But he places his hand on my shoulder before I can enter. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

How much does he know? Damn, did Sophie rat us all out? Did Vault? It wasn’t me.

“Yeah. I am.” Heat blooms down my back. “But if he’s not, then… we’re in the safest place for whatever happens.”

I don’t think Ryker knows the whole truth about what happened between Vault and me all those years ago.

And he never fucking will. If Vault wants him to know, he can tell him, because my lips are forever sealed on that issue.

As far as I can tell, Ry thinks we broke up because Vault was going off to college and life took us in different directions before bringing us back together once Miss Ashley, Ryker’s mom, died, and we pulled together for his sake.

But that’s not the whole story. The real one is far more fucking tragic.

“Play safe,” he says, a slight smile curling his mouth .

I step into the room and take a little stroll around the place. Man, this suite is fancy. The Monarch Club is upscale all the way, but this room screams bougie bitches get what they want in here.

It’s me. I’m bougie bitches.

Happy motherfucking birthday to me.

Shaking the trembles out of my arms, I circle the room over and over, taking it all in. The fabrics, the scent from the diffuser, the soft bedding and plush carpet. It’s almost nine o’clock.

I better get ready.

Sitting on the leather sofa, I take off my shoes and socks first. Next goes my shirt. Finally, my pants. My boxers stay on for now. Gotta leave something to the imagination, am I right?

Exhaling long and hard, I take my place at the center of the room and get on my knees and rest my hands in my lap, with my head bowed down.

The urge to look into the security camera is fucking brutal.

Don’t do it.

Don’t. Do. It.

Fuuuuck, don’t do it!

The door swings open and Sophie comes in, saving me from myself.

I’m never allowed to look up until she gives permission, so I grit my teeth and stay patient.

The door clicks shut behind her and the lights dim.

When she steps forward, black, needle-sharp heels hit my view.

When she tips my chin, allowing me to look at her, my gaze drags up her thigh-high boots, the one-piece leather outfit, and land on her masked face and deep red lips.

Sweet Jeebus, I’m so happy to be me.

My girl leans down and fastens a collar around my neck. I sneak a glance at the camera and gulp.

“Did I say you could look?” A sharp sting hits the side of my thigh from her riding crop.

“No, Mistress.” I look at the camera again.

She drags the end of the crop down my back while prowling around me, and then she shoves me forward onto my hands and knees. Sophie barely weighs a thing when she sits on my spine. I could hold her up all day.

When she nonchalantly runs her hand over my ass, I bite back a groan.

“Do you want to get fucked, birthday boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She taps my ass with the riding crop. “Beg.”

“Please fuck me for my birthday, Mistress.”

Cool air hits my back when she rises. Damn, how am I already getting this hot?

She casually saunters over to the couch and takes a seat. “Come here.”

I crawl on the floor to her.

“Pour me a glass of Champagne.”

No problem.

“I’m hungry.”

“What does Mistress want to eat?”

“A strawberry.”

I pluck the best looking one from the silver bowl that’s been left for us and creep closer on my knees.

Situated between her legs, I feed her the fruit.

Her gaze darts to the camera, but my attention is slowly turning towards the smell of her pussy.

Her arousal is sweet in the air and my mouth’s watering for a taste.

“Another.”

I pluck a smaller berry this time and hold it between my teeth. Leaning forward, I feed her the way I prefer. She takes it from me, allowing me to feel her soft lips brush against mine.

My Mistress chews with a smile.

“Such a good boy.” She caresses my jawline before leaning back and digging her heels into my shoulders. “Come get a reward.”

She snaps the crotch open to her outfit, freeing her pussy.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

One lick of her cunt and I’m groaning. How the fuck does she taste so good all the time?

“Do you want to make me come, pup?” Her fingernails scrape my scalp as she holds me by my hair, keeping me from having another lick.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Make me scream.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

I tongue fuck her into a frenzy of writhing, screaming, brain chemistry altering bliss.

And then I make her come.

Once I’ve finished, I lick my way up her body and free her tits so I can suckle on them. She yanks my hair again, pulling me off her. “I didn’t say you could do that.”

“Then punish me,” I growl. Tongue outstretched, I try to lick her nipple, but she holds me just out of reach.

“Bad boy.” She slaps me across the face.

Fuuuck, if she keeps this up, I’m going to come in my boxers.

My Mistress shoves off the couch. With her finger hooked in my collar, I’m paraded around the room on my hands and knees. I don’t mind. I’ll bark like a fucking dog if it’ll get my dick wet with her pussy.

“Rise to your knees.”

I do.

“Fold your hands behind your head.”

No problem.

Might as well show off my guns while I’m at it. I didn’t work this hard for my muscles to not have them appreciated.

Thwack ! She strikes me across the back with the riding crop.

It hurts so good.

“Are you showing off for our audience, pup?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With her tits pressed against my back, she crouches behind me and wraps her hand around my throat. My dick jerks when she tips my head to the camera, her hot breath tickling the shell of my ear when she says, “Give him something worth watching.”

I snag her wrist and pull her forward, cushioning her back as I bring her to the floor with me. Wanting nothing more than to yank her outfit off, I struggle with impulse and caution.

“Do it,” she says, as if reading my mind.

Hooking my fingers into the top, I tug the whole thing down and toss it over my shoulder.

I wanted to show Vault I can be gentle and sweet and tender, but Sophie always forces my wild side out one way or another.

I grab her thighs, hook them over my shoulders, and fall forward to kiss, nip, and suck anything I can get my mouth on.

She arches into it, and I know damn well she’s staring at the camera when she says, “Your mouth feels so good on me, Knox. ”

I look up when she peels my boxers down with her heels. Those sharp fuckers scrape my thighs all the way down too.

Fuck. Yes.

Normally, I’d roll her over and take her from behind. I love watching her ass bounce. But this time, I’m too desperate and torn when her arousal fills my nose. With my gaze deadlocked on the camera in the corner, I drive into her hard, slamming home in one thrust.

Then I fuck her like the animal I am. “Do you fucking miss this?”

She gasps, taking all of me.

I thrust into her harder, making her lose breath. Our bodies slap together, and she claws at me. With a grunt, I lift her into my arms and hold her close, giving her a softer side of me. Kissing her mouth as I run my hands through her long hair, I inhale her sweet skin and get a whiff of…

“You’re wearing his fucking cologne.”

It’s faint, but I smell it.

Sophie grins like a wild woman. “Fuck me.”

My brain fritzes. What the hell is going on?

“Fuck me like you want to fuck Alex,” she commands.

Holy shitballs. This was not part of the plan. I… wait. Did they conspire against me tonight? I look up at the camera, then to her. What’s going on?

“Fuck me, Knox.” She cups my face. “Fuck your Mistress like you want to fuck the love of your goddamn life.”

My hand tightens around her hair until I’m yanking on her scalp. Eyes lifting to the camera again, my heart pounds in my fucking throat. Her pussy clenches around my cock, making me grunt.

Anger, lust, confusion, and excitement have me clenching my teeth when I growl, “Yes, Mistress.”

Then I rail her into outer motherfucking space until we are both screaming Alex’s name when we come.