almost as strong as Knox. Given time, I think it can be just as strong.
“I’m asking for time. I’m not saying no.” Her words convey a little bit of a future.
She does the one thing I’d hope she’d do, and she looks over her shoulder at the two of us. I’m still holding Knox, and he’s in front of me. I can’t see his expression, but I know him well enough to imagine his eyebrows dip in a v, and he’s holding onto hope—a hope she’ll turn around and let us comfort her, pleasure her, and delight in everything she has to give us.
“You guys are so special. And what you want, it’s not wrong. It’s beautiful and passionate.”
Knox’s heart rapidly beats. I can feel it just as I can feel every emotion fall from him. “Then come back to us. We don’t have to do anything physical. We love you in our presence.”
I wait for her to respond to Knox’s declaration, but she only continues to stare at us.
After a minute of silence, her head returns to the position in front of the door. “I wish I could. But I think we all know if I were to turn around, we’d end up in the very same predicament I was enjoying way too much.” This time, she twists the knob and slips out through the back door without a goodbye.
It’s hurried, and he’s in my arms the second the door slams shut. But I won’t allow this to be a simple fuck that we’re known for when the both of us are needy in this way. “I got you, sweetheart.” I brush his cheek, a gesture to make him know he’s my everything.
“I’m sorry, hon—you were right.” But he stops when my index finger covers his lips.
“It’s my turn to show you my love.” Knox drops to his knees, but before he does, I pull him up toward my face, interlacing his hand in mine, and lead him up the back staircase. “You will know my life revolves around you and no one else tonight.”
“Don’t move, sweetheart.” And because we’re already in different arrays of nakedness, the only thing standing between the two of us is our boxers. I discard them, tossing both pairs behind me, leaning over his rippled abs, and the v that leads to his cock.
I push back a piece of hair dangling in his eye. “You’ll always be enough for me.”
With trembling lips and eyes rapidly blinking, a flash of something I can’t read flickers in his eyes, and he pulls at my cheeks. “Ro, baby.” He never calls me baby, so this gets my attention. “Have I made you think you’re not everything to me?”
My eyes set on his, and I read them now. It’s fear—out and out fear with the way his eyes water, and he averts his gaze from me.
He lets go of my cheeks, and I drop my face so low to his, we’re almost touching. “Never, sweetheart. But I know you hurt, and I’m here to heal every wound.”
I don’t kiss him, moving my lips to his neck, where I suck on the salty sweetness of his skin. “I love you. I love you so much, Ro,” he whispers near my ear.
My hands start at the tip of his cock.
“You know me too well, honey. You know what I need before I do.”
I can’t resist, dropping my body to the side, where I can engulf his entire cock, swirling my lips around him. All the while, I coddle his balls with one of my free hands.
His hands work through my hair, setting the pace for what he needs from me.
I pull off before he comes, but I know his body too well. He begins to jerk, I know he’s close, but I want him to feel everything with me. My ego is super stroked when his orgasms come on simply because of my cock.
“You’re a mean son of a bitch.” He calls me out, but he also knows what’s next as he flings the lube toward me.
“Ah, but I also know what’s best for you.” I’m quick, and in one movement, my thrusts aren’t gentle. Whether we’re rough or slow, our lovemaking always ends in one way—the two of us closer than ever, and this time is no different.
11
Knox
We’ve barely talked since last night, and we didn’t talk much. We only felt, and it was, to date, the most emotional, fast, hard, and deep night of sex we’ve ever had.