Knox
“She ran away from home,” Naomi said, staring out the window and clutching the bag of warm pretzels in her lap.
“She didn’t run away. She snuck out,” I argued.
“Either way, how does that make me look as a guardian? I let an eleven- year-old walk into town with a jar of mice and a computer virus.”
“Daze, you need to stop gettin’ yourself so worked up over this custody thing. Do you really think any judge in their right mind is going to decide Way is better off with her mom?”
She turned flashing eyes on me. “How about when your life choices are under a microscope by the legal system, you can decide not to get worked up?”
I shook my head and turned onto a trail barely wide enough for my truck.
“This isn’t work,” she observed.
“Not goin’ back to work yet,” I told her as we bumped along the rutted track.
“I need to get back. I have a shift that I should have already been working,” she insisted.
“Baby, you need to stop obsessing about the things you should be doing and make some time for the shit you wanna do.”
“I want to get back to work. I don’t have time for you to murder me in the woods today.”
The trees parted, and a field of tall grass opened up before us.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
“I just watched you stand up to that bully who was trying to take her shit out on a kid,” I began.
“Some people don’t know what to do with their pain,” Naomi said, looking out the window again. “So they take it out on whoever is nearby.”
“Yeah, well, I liked watching you in that excuse for a skirt standing up to a bully.”
“So you kidnapped me?” she asked. “Where are we?”
I brought the truck to a stop along the treeline and shut off the engine. “Third Base. Least, that’s what it was called when I was in high school. We used to sneak beers and hold bonfires out here. Half of my class lost their virginity in this field.”
A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Did you?”
I slid my arm around the back of her seat. “Nah. Lost mine in Laura Beyler’s barn.”
“Knox Morgan, did you bring me out here to neck when I’m supposed to be at work?”
She sounded adorably appalled.
“Oh, I plan on doing more than necking,” I said, leaning over to release her seatbelt. Task accomplished, I plucked the pretzels off her lap and threw the bag into the backseat.
“You can’t be serious. I have work.”
“Baby, I don’t joke about sex. Besides, you work for me.”
“Yeah. In your bar, which is full of PMS-ing women waiting for their pretzels.”
I shook my head. “Everyone in town knows it’s a Code Red. It’ll be a slow night.”
“I am really uncomfortable with the idea of an entire town tracking its women’s menstrual cycles.”
“Hey, we’re normalizing period shit,” I argued. “Now, get your sexy ass over here.”
Good Girl Naomi was warring with Bad Girl Naomi, but I could tell which one was going to win by the way she was biting her lip.
“Between that skirt and the way you stood up for Way, I barely managed to keep my hands off you in front of Way and your parents, and it almost killed me. We’re lucky I got us here, driving with my dick so hard there’s no blood left for my brain.”
“Are you saying you’re turned on by me yelling at people?”
“Daze, the sooner you stop talking, the sooner I can drag you across this console and make you forget all about work and shitty teachers.”
She stared at me through heavy lids for a beat. “Okay.”
I didn’t give her a chance to reconsider. I hooked her under the arms and pulled her into my lap so she was straddling my thighs, her denim skirt bunched high around her waist.
“Did I mention how much I love these skirts?” I asked before crushing my mouth to hers.
She pulled away from me. “Actually you said you hated them.
Remember?”
I gritted my teeth as she grinned evilly and ground down on my cock through my jeans. “I lied.”
“This is very irresponsible of us,” she said.
I yanked the neckline of her Honky Tonk tank down, taking her bra with it so her bare tits were in my face. Her nipples were already begging for my mouth. If there had been an ounce of blood left in my brain, it headed south at that view.
“It’s more irresponsible to make me watch you work your whole shift in that fucking skirt without getting you off first.”
“I know I should be offended when you talk like that, but—”
I leaned in and took one perky, pink nipple between my lips. I didn’t need her to finish the sentence. Through my jeans, I could already feel how wet she was for me. I knew what my words did to her. And it was nothing compared to what the rest of me was capable of.
She shuddered against me once as I began to suck, and then her fingers were at my belt.
I shifted my hips to give her better access, and the horn sounded.
She gasped. “Oops! Sorry. That was my butt. I mean, my butt hitting your horn. Not like my butt.”
I found myself grinning against her breast. The woman was entertaining on more than just the most obvious levels.
Between the two of us, we managed to slide my jeans down to mid- thigh freeing my throbbing cock and only setting off the horn once more. I didn’t want to wait. I needed to be inside her and judging from the breathy little moans that were clawing their way out of her throat, Naomi was with me. I lifted her with an arm around her hips and used my other hand to
guide the head of my dick right where I needed it to be, nestled against that tight, wet wonderland.
My tight, wet wonderland.
Naomi belonged to me. For now at least. And that was enough.
With both hands at her hips, I yanked her down as I thrust up, sheathing myself inside her.
She screamed my name, and I had to run through my emergency mental gymnastics to keep from coming right then and there. Her quivering pussy had every inch of my cock in a stranglehold.
I held her there, impaled on me, as my mouth rediscovered her perfect breast. I swore I could feel the echo of each hard suck in the walls that held me captive.
It felt like heaven. It felt—
“Fuck, baby,” I said, releasing her breast. “Fuck. Condom.”
She let out a low moan. “Knox, if you move a muscle, I’m going to come. And if I come—”
“You’re gonna milk mine right out of me,” I surmised.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted. The picture of ecstasy in the late afternoon sun.
I wasn’t some teenage kid. I didn’t forget protection. Hell, not only did I have a condom in my wallet like any responsible man, I also had a handful in my glove box.
“You ever—”
She shook her head before I could get the rest of the question out. “Never.”
“Me either.” I ghosted my fingers over and around her breasts. She opened her eyes then and bit her lip. “This feels too good.”
“I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do,” I warned.
But I wanted this. I wanted to finish bare. I wanted to let loose inside her and feel our releases mix. I wanted to be the first man to go there. To plant my flag in her memory as the first of something memorable.
“I-I’m on birth control,” she said tentatively.
I let my tongue dart out to tease her other nipple. “I’m clean,” I murmured. “I can show you.”
Naomi was a data kind of girl. If she wanted a peek at my medical record, I had no problem. Especially if it meant I got to move in her, feel her ride me until she came with nothing between us.
“Okay,” she said again.
It was better than winning the fucking lottery, that feeling that lit up my chest. The knowledge that she trusted me to take care of her.
“You sure?” I pressed.
Her eyes were open and locked on mine. “Knox, it feels too good. I don’t wanna play it safe. Not this time. I feel like being reckless and… whatever. Just move, please!”
I’d make it the best she ever had.
I slid my hands behind and under her, cupping the curves of her ass. Testing us both, I held her up, pulling out just an inch.
We both groaned, and her forehead met mine. Moving inside her with nothing between us felt better than good. It felt right.
When she quivered around me, I had enough fucking rhapsodizing. It was time to take.
“You better hang on, baby,” I warned. My heart was already pounding like I’d raced up a half dozen flights of stairs.
I waited until she gripped the back of my seat. “This is what’s gonna happen, Naomi. I’m gonna start moving, and you’re gonna come as fast and as hard as you can. Then I’m gonna take my time driving you up again, and when you go off that second time, I’ll be right there with you.”
“Good plan. Very organized. Measurable goals,” she said, and then she was kissing the air right out of my lungs. I withdrew another inch or two and captured her moan with my mouth.
“Hold on,” I reminded her, and then I was yanking her back down as I rammed my hips up.
It took everything I had not to let go and drive into her again and again. “Jesus, Naomi,” I breathed as her pussy fluttered around my shaft.
“I told you I’m close,” she said, sounding annoyed and embarrassed. “Everything you do makes me want more,” I growled. Before she could
react to my stupid-ass confession, I buried my face in her other breast and started to move. Slowly, purposefully. Even though it cost me.
On my third thrust, she came like a lightning strike, setting off the horn like a victory cry. As the rest of her body tensed, her walls rippled around my dick in the sweetest kind of torture. I almost went cross-eyed trying to keep my release in my balls where it churned.
I’d never had a woman like her. Never felt anything like this before. And if I stopped long enough to think about it, I’d recognize that as a red
flag. But in the moment, I didn’t fucking care. I could ignore it as long as Naomi Witt was riding my cock.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned as she gripped and released me to a rhythm more beautiful than music.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted until her body finally went limp on top of me.
I went still inside her and gathered her close. I could feel her heart pounding against my own. Then she poked me in the shoulder.
“You promised me another one,” she said, the words muffled against my neck.
“Baby, I’m trying to hang on here to deliver.”
She lifted her head to peer at me through strands of chestnut and caramel. I brushed it back, tucking her hair behind her ears, the gesture feeling oddly intimate. And I wished I hadn’t done it. Because it felt like one more string knotting itself, tethering me to her.
“So it feels this good to you too? I mean, you’re not just like ‘this is fine’?” To illustrate her point, she added a half-hearted thrust with her hips, and I couldn’t hold back the groan.
“Hell, Naomi, there’s nothing ‘fine’ about what it feels like to have you come on my cock. Why the hell do you think I said I’d do this fake boyfriend crap?”
She smirked. “Because you saw how disappointed my parents were in me and you wanted to help me out like the grumpy, small-town hero you are.”
“Smartass. I did it because I woke up, and you weren’t next to me, and I wanted you there.”
“You did?”
“I wanted you there so I could flip you over on your hands and knees and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next forty- eight hours without thinking about me.”
She opened her mouth, and something between a moan and a whimper came out.
“I’m not done with you yet, Daisy,” I said. Inwardly, I cringed at the harshness of this statement. Mid-sex me was not usually so fucking chatty. But Naomi was doubting what I’d made her feel. And that wouldn’t stand. Not even in the short-term.
“Can I move again?” she asked.
“Jesus. God. Yes.”
And then she was riding me, working my cock like it was a stallion in need of breaking. Every slick slide, every little moan, every time a fingernail bit into my skin, I felt the rest of the world recede a bit more until it was just Naomi and me.
Sweat beaded on our skin. Our breath mingled as we panted together.
There was nothing like being fully seated inside her. Nothing like claiming her and being claimed.
“Naomi.” I gritted out her name as I felt her start to flutter around me again. Tiny little pulses that drove me out of my fucking mind.
“Knox. Yes. Please,” she whimpered.
I took her nipple on a long, deep pull. It was too much for both of us. As the first wave of her orgasm took her, I lost control, pumping into her hot, tight channel as if my life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
Because when that first hot spurt wrenched its way free. When she screamed my name for the world to hear. When she closed around me and milked a second and a third burst from me, I felt born again. Alive. Hollowed out and refilled to overflowing with something I didn’t recognize. Something that scared the ever-living hell out of me.
But I just kept on coming, and so did she, our releases endless.
This. This was why once wasn’t enough. This was why now I wasn’t sure what was enough.
