Page 20 of Knuckles

Five minutes, that is how long he kept hold of the bike before making me take control, and I swear I nearly crashed the bike.

As soon as I come to a stop, Knuckles moves one hand from around my waist and switches the ignition while keeping the other firmly around me to stop me from climbing off, and he puts the kickstand down.

“What do you think?” he asks as quietness takes over, and I swallow the lump forming as I lean my back against his front and look over all the lights shining in the distance.

“Scary, petrifying and liberating,” I admit quietly and he hums as he gently kisses behind my ear and quietness takes over again as he rubs his thumb along my waist, his other arm holding me tightly to him. Even though I’m confused why he let me get on his bike to begin with, let alone ride it, I don’t say anything because dammit, this is the most relaxed I have felt in years.

“I don’t know how to be a good man,” Knuckles says after five minutes of view watching, “I can get very angry and I struggle to control myself. I don’t think I’ll ever get married or claim a woman as mine in the eyes of the club because I don’t believe in the brotherhood.”

I suck in a surprised breath, but don’t say anything, even though I want to question why he’s telling me this, instead, I listen.

“I have this urge to be around you, I can’t stop thinking about you and it pisses me off because I never wanted anyone before,” he rasps against my ear, “Now, I can’t promise you a ring or a family, I can’t promise you the world because, baby, I am fucked up but I also can’t walk away from whatever this is.”

I look at the view and blink a few times before I ask quietly, “So you what? You want a friends with benefits type of thing?”

“No,” he instantly says, and I swallow the relief that wants to come out, but I tense when he says, “We’re not friends,” then he kisses behind my ear before he admits, “I could never be your friend because of the connection I feel towards you, a connection that scares the living shit outta me. I want to see where this can go without others involved. We’ll meet up, we’ll talk, we’ll probably fuck because together we’re fucking amazing,” I half smile at that, “But we'll see if a relationship could be on the cards, or if I’m too fucked up for it and you would be better off with someone else.”

Is now the right time to tell him I never wanted to get married? That my mother screwed me up as well, that she willingly allowed her lover to threaten to rape me if I didn’t keep my mouth shut about her affair?

I open my mouth to tell him that, but I clamp it shut when he mutters, “We don’t kiss, we fuck, and we see where this could go. Kissing can lead to confusion, and I want to be open-minded. I want to make sure I won’t ruin your life.”

Well damn.

I turn my head to look up at him, and he cups my cheek as our eyes lock, his amazing, piercing blue ones always sucking me in.

I never wanted a man, yet I want him, and it’s scary, but can I agree to basically be his little secret until he’s ready to figure out we could be together, or not? Or am I better off to just keep doing what I was doing and be alone?

“What do you say?” he rasps as he rubs his nose against mine, then moves his head so he can press his lips against my cheek, and I close my eyes as he asks, “You want to try and see if we can be something?”

Do I?

Chapter 7

Knuckles – Two Months Later

“Oh god,” Kodi gasps as she throws her head back against the pillows, and I growl as I pick up my pace, thrusting my hips hard, keeping her left leg above her head so I can reach deep, all while trying to ignore the tingling at the base of my sweaty spine and the way my balls slap hard against her as they tighten with the need to come.

I won’t come before her, I never fucking do, and I refuse to start now even if my balls are begging to explode.

“Come for me, baby,” I grunt as her walls begin to flutter around my cock, and I slam into her as I bite her pebbled nipple hard, and that does it.

Kodi screams,“Knuckles!” that sounds so fucking wrong against my ears as her pussy clamps around me, squeezing my dick tightly as she floods between us and I moan against hernipple as I let go and slam into her one more time before bottoming out and filling her up. I bite her nipple again as I let go of her leg and grab her hands, linking our fingers by her head and I suck her nipple back into my mouth, trying to ignore the urge to kiss her.

Two months and we’ve probably gone two days without seeing each other, without fucking, and dammit, I have never felt so goddamn happy, and that is a scary thought that keeps me from kissing her, from telling her I want her always.

I’m fucked up, I know I am, and I don’t know how to let her in, but I also don’t know how to let her go either.

I’m a selfish motherfucker, and fuck it, I’m in love with her, I know I am, which again is scary because I didn’t want this.

Kodi gasps as I nip her again, and I moan as she flutters around my cock.

I swear this girl is always wanting more, and I fucking love it.

I pull my hips back before thrusting forward again, my semi-hard cock twitching, feeling our releases joined together, and I groan, “Fuck I love that you’re on birth control,” and Kodi chuckles.

“I think you broke me,” she chokes as she breathes heavy, and I grin against her.

“Well, if youthinkI broke you, then I definitely didn’t and need to go for round number four because, baby, I want you feeling me all fucking night…” I moan against her skin before I pull my hips back and thrust forward hard.