Hard Knox - Riley Hart Page 0,81

I’m in the mood to really feel it after you’re gone.”

Knox grinned, then winked at me in the mirror. Strong hands held my waist as he eased nearly all the way out, then thrust forward again, hard…and kept going.

I held on to the dresser as he pounded my ass. We watched each other the whole time. The dresser shook, hit the wall, my deodorant fell off. My hands slid as he drove into me with powerful, deep strokes. I bumped a knickknack, knocked my face-cleaning products and a pill bottle to the floor, but not the carving; it stayed put. Knox didn’t stop, he kept fucking, kept loving, and I was frenzied for it.

Our bodies slapped together. I was sweaty, his hair wet with the same. It hung in his eyes. He looked almost feral…for me. My hole was tender, but I didn’t want him to stop. My cock leaked precome, my balls ached for release.

Knox still held my hips, pushed down a little so I arched just right for him. He slowed the pump of his hips, wrapped his arms around me, bent over so his chest was on my back, his mouth close to my ear. We still watched each other, but it had changed. We were still fucking, yeah, but he was also making love to me. All my wires were fried, my body overheating and my heart swelling as he hit all the right places inside me.

Knox wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked. “Christ, you feel so good. I’m dying to fill you up, to mark you that way too.”

“Oh God.” My eyes rolled back before zeroing in on him again. Just as they did, he gave a sharp thrust and jerk at the same time. It was all I needed to send me careening over the edge into orgasm. I shot, kept shooting, each drive of his hips pulling another creamy spurt.

“Fuck, Cal. Me too.” Knox’s cock spasmed inside me, and I felt a hot spurt of come, then another and another.

He didn’t move. We stayed there, me leaning over the dresser, Knox mounting me from behind.

He kissed my neck, my sweaty shoulder. His hair tickled my skin.

“I like seeing this there.” He pointed to the tree. “Having a part of me in this room with you when I’m not here.”

“You’re always with me, Knox.”

When he went soft, he took my hand and led me to the bed. We lay down, facing each other. “I have to go. I made up a reason to head out, but I don’t want to leave them alone too long.”

“She hates me,” I said with more vulnerability in my voice than I’d meant.

“Cal, she doesn’t hate you.” He pushed my hair off my forehead. “She’s a tough one…protective…possessive. She’ll love you just like Logan and I do.”

The perfect words, but there was something in his voice that told me Knox wasn’t sure he believed them any more than I did.

“Has she ever been like this with your friends before?” She didn’t know we were together, so it couldn’t even be that.

Knox didn’t answer, which was all the reply I needed.

“It’ll work out,” he said softly.

I hoped he was right.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Knox

About a week had gone by since our day at the park. Callum had been to the house a few times, and so far, Charlie hadn’t been any better with him than that first time. She wasn’t outright rude, but she made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with him. She was also clingy to me when he was around, doing her best to keep us away from each other, sitting between us, or politely refusing him anytime he tried to actively engage with her.

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but something was. I sat down and had a talk with her—without telling her Callum and I were together—trying to see if she would tell me what was wrong, but she played it off as if it was nothing. Obviously, now wasn’t the time to tell her about us. That truth sat heavy and aching in my chest. Every time I looked at Callum, I could tell he felt it too. It was wearing on him, and I felt trapped between my child and the man I loved.

It was a Saturday, and Callum was coming over later for dinner and to watch a movie. Dale had stayed over the night before. He and Logan were playing video games while they waited for Amanda to pick