Page 34 of Knuckles

Knuckles’ mother.

I frown as I gently trace over yet another raised bump beneath his tank, and I quickly eye him to see he’s still asleep. His body is relaxed, and I slowly pull his tank down. He never takes it off, even while we're having sex, and nothing but ink covers his skin, but it’s what the ink is trying to hide that has my focus.

Several long, raised scars.

What?

Knuckles breathes deeply, and I quickly put his tank back and continue tracing the flowers that link like a chain over his collarbone before his arm tightens around my waist, and hemurmurs, “What are you still doing up, baby?” his voice is full of sleep.

I want to ask him about the scars, I want to question him, but instead I whisper, “I want you,” hoping he can distract me from finding out the reason he never takes his top off and never stays the night and possibly why he won’t kiss me.

Normally, Knuckles leaves, but last night he decided to stay, and even though I wanted to ask him, I didn’t because I knew his childhood was off-limits, and now I understand why.

This woman hurt him.

My breathing deepens as pure anger rushes through me, and, not giving a damn about the consequences, I grab my piece and hold it before me, causing the woman to take a step back as her eyes widen.

“You should never bring a knife to a gun fight,” I sneer, and she takes another step back, and I threaten, “If I find out the scars on my boyfriend's body are from you, never mind trying to threaten and intimidate me, I will bury you!”

She swallows thickly, seeing the danger she’s actually in. She quickly spins and runs down the street, and I put my gun back in its holster while eyeing the woman fleeing the scene.

Bitch is dead, I swear.

***

I gently trace the curve of Knuckles’ nose two hours later, keeping my focus on the paper, trying to ignore the pull in my stomach.

His mom made those marks, I just know she did, she wanted a brother’s cut but failed so why not punish the child who didn’t get what she wanted right?

He’s always quiet about his parents, never wants to be at the club, and he’s struggling to commit… everything is beginning to make sense.

I gently shade in his lips as I tilt my head to get it just right, as I hear the rumbles of a motorcycle, and everything in me settles knowing he’s finally here.

Knuckles was supposed to be here by the time I got here, but apparently a fight started at the gym, so I came back, took a shower, changed into his shirt, and curled up in the chair to draw.

I slowly close my notebook that he has yet to see inside of, just as he walks through the door, looking tired.

“Hi,” I whisper, and he looks my way before his eyes go to the pad, and he grins.

“You drawing, baby?” he confirms as he places his cut on the back of the door, and I hum as I watch him pull his shirt off, but leaving his tank on.

I wonder how he’d feel if he knew I got his legal name tattooed along the inside of my wedding ring finger last week?

“You owe me,” he reminds me as he walks towards me, and I smile as I stand just before his hands go to my bare ass, which makes him groan, and I say, “Then take me,” feeling completely ready to give him the rest of me.

He groans again and leans down as he takes my nipple into his mouth through his shirt just as he moves a finger into the crease of my ass and I gasp as I go onto my tiptoes as he pushes a finger through the tight ring and grunts, “Fuck,” feeling how tight it is. Before I know it, he removes his finger, lifts me then throws me onto the bed and I squeal out a laugh as my legs open wide for him and he pounces, wrapping his arms around my thighs before he licks my forbidden hole then sucks. I gasp with shock as I arch my back before his mouth finds my clit and he sucks hard sending a jolt throughout my body.

Jesus I love it when he does that.

“I hope you’re not tired. It’s going to be a long night,” he grunts as he kisses up my body while pulling his jeans down quickly like he needs me urgently. I moan and press my lips against his collar bone knowing he won’t kiss me just as the head of his cock rubs over my entrance, dipping in a little then moves further down to my ass.

I don’t tense when I feel him push in, instead, I moan and relax as I bite harder into his skin, marking him, which makes him groan and push all the way into my ass, a foreign feeling washing over me.

It feels weird and oh so good.

“Fuck me,” I rasp against his skin and Knuckles grunts, “With fucking pleasure,” as he moves a hand between us and thrusts three fingers into my entrance and moves them hard and fast as he pulls out of my ass, only leaving the tip in then thrusting in, doing shallow thrusts until I begin to thrust back up, feeling full in both holes, sending me into a frenzy and he loses control where as he promised, he’ll spend the night inside me leaving me feeling him for days.

Leaving him will be hard, but maybe, if he isn’t happy in the club, he’ll come with me?