Page 26 of Knuckles

“Hey, has anyone seen Knuckles?” I hear Cage demand from the common room, and I smirk as I thrust harder into my girl, who grips my hair tightly and moans loudly as I hit her g-spot, and I lean down and bite her nipple hard through her dress as her walls flutter then tighten around my cock, squeezing me tightly.

“His bike is still outside. Barbie, what the fuck did you say to him?” I hear my dad snap, but I don’t stop fucking my girl against the door.

“Maybe he’s in his room, I’ll go check,” I hear Crusher say, and Kodi gasps, her eyes widening, and I grin as I quickly cover her mouth with one hand while keeping my other on her juicy ass to keep her up against the door, and I thrust my hips quickly, already seeing that she’s close.

“I didn’t say anything!” my mother shouts, “He’s my son!” just as a knock echoes on my door before the door handle is wiggled and Crusher asks, “Knuckles are you in there?” and Kodi tenses as her walls squeeze me so fucking tightly I’m seeing stars but what sets me off, she bites my hand hard to stop her scream from releasing and I rut into her before stilling, coming deep inside her while her orgasm drips down my legs that make my cock twitch.

“He’s not in his room, maybe he walked back to his house,” Crusher says loudly, and I chuckle as Kodi drops her head back with a thump against the door and breathes heavy just as my dad replies, “I’ll go check,” with a growl.

“Well, I did say I wanted dirty wedding sex,” Kodi breathes as I remove my hand from her mouth, and I chuckle, “But only with me,” and she looks at me with a smile that lights up my whole world.

“Only with you,” she whispers with more meaning, and I nod in understanding.

I’m her only, just like she’s mine.

Keeping my cock deep inside her, I gently cup her jaw, then rub my thumb along the bruise before I smooth over the cut on her lip, my anger doubling yet again

Her bruise is much larger than I originally thought.

“Would you believe me if I told you I walked into a door?” she jokes, seeing where my attention is, and I shake my head, not taking my eyes off the bruise.

“No,” I grit, my temper rising the longer I look at it, and she sighs, “Thought not,” before she says, “I’m alright,” but I shake my head.

“I want you at my gym every evening before we go to the motel,” I order with a bite, “I need to train you my way, not the academy way.”

We lock eyes and hers race between mine, and whatever she sees has her nodding in agreement, and she whispers, “Alright,” before she tries to distract me from her injuries and jokes, “I thought you’d come and join Willow and me on the dance floor,” just as a slow song echoes underneath my door.

“Is that so?” I murmur as I rub my thumb along her jaw, the urge to kiss her consuming, but I’m just not ready yet, because if I kiss her, then she knows I’m all in this, and I’m just not right now.

I’m still too fucked up.

Smiling softly at her when she nods, I slowly pull out of her, knowing what I need to do, especially when she knew I needed a sex session.

She gasps and quickly putting myself away, I make her drop her legs, causing her dress to fall and without missing a beat knowing she’ll think I’m done when I’m nowhere near finished with her, that I want her all night. I grab her hand and pull her into me making her giggle which is music to my ears before I wrap my arm around her waist while keeping her hand in mine up between us and I slowly sway her with the music as we lock eyes.

Realization hits her and her eyes tear up before she lays her head on my chest, her other hand splayed over my heart and I tighten my hold around her waist as I press my lips against her head. Despite the smell of sex, the laughter from the brothers, the panic in my dad’s voice because I’m not at home, I close my eyes and slow dance with my girl, enjoying her in my arms while the love I have for her intensifies.

Fuck, I don’t think I can live without this girl.

Chapter 10

Kodi – Ten Days Later

“I have to tell you, Kodi, you need to go to Paris, it is amazing,” Clark gushes in my ear, and I chuckle as I look both ways and cross the road from the precinct towards my car before Dad or even worse, Masters, sees me, especially with my choice of outfit.

After Dad had begun to block me in several times lately, I’ve had no choice but to park across the street.

It’s been just under two weeks since Dad smacked me, just under two weeks, and I have been permanently staying at the motel, which I hate, because Knuckles never stays the night, and loneliness fills me.

He’s become someone I rely on, someone I look forward to seeing, someone I love with everything in me, yet he hasn’t kissed me.

He’s done everything else, but that, and that is how I know we don’t have a future.

I quickly climb into my car and murmur, “I will one day,” hoping I believe my own words, but knowing Dad, that will never happen, especially if he finds out about my plans.

“Have you spoken to your dad?” Clark asks, and I sigh and admit, “No, but not for the lack of trying on his end and not because he’s sorry. He keeps demanding to know where I’m staying, been blocking my car in at work.”

I turn the ignition on, and my phone bleeps before Clark's voice echoes in my car, “Are you staying with your partner?”