“Stop it! Stop!”
Amanda yelled at the beast keeping her pinned to the ground as she tried to fight it off. Every which way she tried to dodge, she was met with the stink of dirty dog, the cold slime of a wet nose and that tongue—Everywhere, lick, lick, lick.
“Abby!”
Suddenly the dog was gone, the crushing weight removed from her stomach and chest and she could actually take a deep breath of clean, dog stench-free air
“Come on, girl, out with you.”
Amanda blinked at the sight of Knox opening the back door to let the big, black beast trot out, her slender, whip-like tail cracking in the air. Then the door slammed behind her and it was over. Amanda’s head hit the floor with her relief.
“Hey, honey.” Two solid denim clad knees bent into her sight and Knox hovered over her. “You all right?”
“I’m covered in dog spit.”
That got a laugh, something that kind of surprised her to hear coming from Knox. Amanda attributed the bizarre sound to her sad situation, figuring he’d find enjoyment in her embarrassment.
“I’m sorry about Abby. We normally don’t let the dogs in the house, especially her. She gets a little excited when meeting somebody new.”
“Excited?” That’s an understatement. “I’ve been molested.”
Another laugh, deep and sexy, fell down over her. Damn, but everything these brothers do is sexy. But this was Knox, and she knew how quickly he changed from easy to hard.
“So you just going to lay there on the floor?”
“I’m thinking about it. That dog was pretty damn heavy. I didn’t think labs were supposed to be so big.”
“Abby’s a big girl, that’s for sure. She’s—”
“Abby?” The name struck her and for the first time she actually turned to look at Knox. She’d been putting it off, knowing how devastating direct eye contact with any Reese brother could be. Fortunately he didn’t meet her gaze, but kept his lowered.
“Yeah, we call her the Happy Abby. She’s sort of insanely enthusiastic about life. Happy. We normally keep her away from newcomers, but Jace insisted she stay in the house until you met her.”
He did, did he? That was kind of sweet, if Amanda could get over the sick fact he had actually called her a dog’s name when she’d been giving him a blow job. There was something really twisted about that fact.
It certainly didn’t help her mood any that he’d set her up to get clobbered and slobbered by his favorite pet. Maybe I should have stayed with Cindy.
“Little bastard.”
“Who? Jace?”
“Yes, Jace,” Amanda snapped. Her patience had come to an end with this game. She wanted to see him, just so she could tack his ass to the wall. “Where is the little bastard?”
“Cody and he went to your house to start cleaning it up.”
Meaning they’d left her here with Knox all alone and Amanda had been right. The plan did start with Knox. It certainly explained why she didn’t have any clothes. And what the hell is Knox looking at?
Knox had yet to make eye contact with her. He kept staring down at her body, and for the first time her gaze followed his. Outrage and embarrassment clogged her throat, letting only a strangled screech out instead of the scream burning inside her.
The one thing definitely out were her breasts. When Abby trampled her, she ripped the buttons to Amanda’s shirt, leaving all of one breast completely free for anybody to see and the other almost just as naked. Not that Knox’s gaze rested there.
In her flailing about with Abby, the shirt had ridden up, the hem barely covering the top of her pussy and leaving more intimate details for any man with enough indecency to look to see. Amanda already knew Knox had no decency. She didn’t see much reason she should bother with it herself.
She smacked the crap out of him. It felt good to send him from a squat to flat on his ass as she scurried to her own feet. Gripping the sides of her shirt closed, she glared down at him.
“Dirty, rotten pervert!”
“You know this is the second time a woman has kicked my butt to the ground today.” Knox scowled as if he had any right to be upset.
“You probably deserve to be smacked down twice daily.”
“Only if a man deserves to be hit for being a man.”
Amanda was over it, over this whole damn game. If Knox wanted to get with her, he had to get with the program. Until then, she’d be locked in Jace’s room, and she didn’t intend to come out until her clothes were produced.
With determination lifting her chin high, Amanda stepped on top of Knox, reveling in his grunt as his chest took her full weight and walked right over him and out the kitchen.
“Amanda!” She could hear him scrambling off the floor to follow her. “Amanda, wait!”
As if and to think I actually started to consider taking him as a lover. Well, I have enough lovers, one too many actually.
“Hold up!” Knox didn’t just order it. His hand locking onto her arm forced her to a stop. Amanda resisted his attempts to turn her, but it didn’t stop him. Only once she’d met his gaze did he have the audacity to lie to her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked.”
Amanda flexed her lower jaw, fighting the urge to deck him. “It would help if you weren’t grinning like a donkey’s ass.”
“I didn’t know asses could grin.”
“Ahhhhh!” Amanda screamed again, this time stomping her legs to expel the energy painfully building in her muscles. “I can’t take it anymore!”
Knox cocked his head. “Does that mean you’re conceding defeat?”
Amanda went silent as she watched him chuckle over his own proclaimed victory. This wasn’t Knox, this grinning, joking fool in front of her. He was up to something and it made her more nervous than his normally severe disposition.
“Don’t mess with me, little girl, unless you’re prepared to lose.”
Having her own words thrown back in her face was one indignity too much. Without thought of the consequence, Amanda lashed out, taking Knox down with an unexpected, full-body tackle.
She had the advantage of surprise. He had the advantage of strength and it took him less than half a second to reverse their positions. For the second time in the same day, Amanda found herself pinned down beneath the heavy weight of a Reese brother.
“Get off me you dim-witted, limp-dicked bastard!”
“But I’m quite comfortable.” Knox grinned down at her. “And given how I can smell your pussy creaming, I’d say you aren’t really all that offended.”
Amanda’s eyes narrowed at Knox’s statement. “No more offensive than I find your breath. It’s called a toothbrush, dog breath.”
“At least I didn’t kiss the dog.” Knox smirked, completely unfazed by her insult.
“I did not kiss that filthy beast,” Amanda snarled. She felt ready to hit Knox again when it clicked, why he was acting so weird. With knowledge came power, and she actually managed to relaxed, smile even. “So is this the new game, Knox? Are you going to play at being a relaxed, charming rascal, just getting your dick wet with minimum fuss while you wait for your brothers to get a grip?”
Knox shrugged. “Well, you’re wrong about one thing. You’re putting up a lot of fuss, but you’re right I am about to take a dip in that sweet cunt of yours.”
Amanda opened her mouth to blast him again, but never got a chance to make a sound. She’d known she had been running down the clock because time just expired. Did Knox know how to kiss?
Only like Michelangelo knew how to paint. Not demanding like Cody or playful like Jace, Knox’s kisses overwhelmed Amanda, filling her with such intense wanton passion she had no will to resist. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was lips devouring her own, his hands—hot, rough and devilish—pushing up beneath the hem of her shirt.
Knox held nothing back, not hesitating for a second to slide one hand straight up to cup her breast, the other dipped right between the V in her legs. Amanda
groaned, her head banging onto the floor as Knox released her lips. Right or wrong, he felt so good against her Amanda offered herself up with an arch of her hips to the hand molding itself over her mound.
Knox’s fingers pressed in, dividing the swollen lips of her pussy to discover the creamy center. The rough scrape of his calluses over her clit cast an electric web of rapture over her body, making her muscles jerk as she panted from the force. He was there, inside her, fucking his fingers past the clenching ring of muscles at the entrance of her sheath.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy, right here, right now, and you’re going to beg me for more,” Knox growled into her breast as he forced another finger into her clenching passage.
Amanda’s neck arched under the strain. Her mouth opened on a soundless scream as he began to fuck his fingers into her with a hard, rapid rhythm. The slick sounds of suction gained speed as her hips flexed and bounced, finding the beat as she pushed herself harder, faster onto the thick fingers pumping into her. They filled her, but not deep enough, not wide enough, and she was left suspended on the painful edge of ecstasy, unable to reach the last pinnacle that she knew lay just beyond her reach.
“Ah, yeah, baby. That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Knox murmured into the skin of her stomach as he licked and nibbled his way lower. “So sweaty, so flushed, so damn sweet tasting.”
His lips covered her clit and sucked the little sensitive nub hard. Amanda could not control the spasms overcoming her body as pleasure broke over her in a mind-numbing wave. She floated way above the world, happy and content as she traveled through Utopia. Slowly, the merry plains and winds rippling with laughter faded into the cold reality of the hard floor beneath her, the hard man above and the very hard length filling her.
“Fucking perfect. Jace and Cody didn’t lie about that.”
Amanda blinked, clearing her vision to find Knox staring down at her. Hands flat on either side, his arms bulged slightly as he held up his own weight. With a boyish grin a man his age shouldn’t be allowed to wear, Knox looked like a naughty little bastard who had tricked a silly girl into giving him just what he wanted.
“Well, you certainly don’t wait to ask for permission, do you?”
“You’re not saying no now, are you?”
Knox punctuated his question with a slight roll of his hips, smirking when he made Amanda gasp. She couldn’t hold in the sounds of pleasure as her pussy exploded, sending rivulets of molten lava rolling up her spine. Her muscles contracted, lifting her legs to clench more tightly along the sides of his thighs. Oh, God. He still has his jeans on.
The image they must make. Her naked and pinned to the floor with a large, dominating man fucking her without even bothering to take off his boots. Unbidden, a dark, luscious strand of desire unfurled through her. She wanted to see it.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Knox gloated.
Amanda couldn’t win, but she remembered her vow not let them set the terms of her defeat. Instead of giving Knox what he expected, she decided to give him what he wanted. Rolling her hips to stroke herself down his length, she groaned, “The question really is, what are you waiting for?”
Chapter 32
Amanda’s attempt to weaken Knox’s defenses failed. Instead of giving into her silent come on, he held still. “I’m just thinking.” Knox sounded way too cheery, way too in control, like the cat purring over the mouse. “This is our first time and I’d really like to do it right for you.”
“You gonna go pluck rose petals now?” Oh, God, Knox’s worse than his brothers.
“Hardly. I was thinking more about the breakfast table. It seems a little trite, but it would really piss Cody off to find out he was eating breakfast off the table I screwed you on.” Knox gave her a wink, locking Amanda in a moment of disbelief.
“Who am I fucking here? A five-year-old?” Amanda snapped.
“Well, I don’t hear you coming up with any suggestions.”
“There is no need for suggestions. Unless you failed to notice, you’re already inside me.”
“And it’s a comfortable position, but I’m thinking I’d like a little more from this moment.”
“Think quick, because your moment’s about up,” Amanda snarled, completely annoyed at how rational he was being when all she wanted was him to finish what he’d started.
“You think this is so easy?” Knox grunted. “Why don’t you try it? What great idea would you come up with to make this redeemable?”
“I’d stop complaining and find a fucking mirror!”
The words hit her ears with the horrifying realization they were hers. A second later she realized how badly she’d been played. Knox’s grin widened with a look in his eye that made her toes curl.
“Well, now, that’s how the little lady likes it, huh? She likes to watch.”
“Get off me.” Amanda hit his shoulder.
“And I already know how much you like being watched.”
“I’m saying no now, you jackass.”
“Now, but not for long,” Knox promised her and just like that he lifted off her.
The slow drag of his thick cock over the sensitive walls of her pussy made Amanda clench her jaw, holding back a moan. Damn, he felt good. It would feel even better if Knox pushed back in. Amanda breathed through her desperate thought, turning her own pain into anger at the bastard who put her in this impossible situation.
Wrenching closed the tattered edges of Jace’s shirt, she gathered the remains of her dignity and pulled herself off the floor. Knox watched her with a smirk that just made her want to smack the crap out of him. Tempting as it was, Amanda gave her most haughty look, the one that told a man he’d be sleeping alone for a long time to come.
“I think I’ll get a shower now.”
She hadn’t even fully turned before he blocked her path. Arm out, hand flat against the wall, Knox leaned into her like they were actually holding some kind of conversation. “I was thinking you might actually like to watch a movie.”
It hurt. It really physically hurt not to say what she wanted. Her jaw moved over the words, but thankfully her throat didn’t give voice to them. Snotty, obnoxious responses would not work with Knox.
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, come on.” He lifted her hair over her shoulder, snuggling his head into her neck. Her body sizzled as he licked and nipped an enticing path downward over her shoulder. “It could be a lot of fun. We could snuggle up on the couch.”
He matched his words with the press of his body into hers. His heavy weight settled her back into the wall, a smooth, unforgiving surface that offered no quarter as Knox continued to lean into her. Her hands fell beneath the weight, leaving her shirt unprotected. It parted easily with the smooth glide of Knox’s hard body against hers.
“Maybe I could give you a massage, rub every aching part of your body.”
His hands lifted, leaving a tidal wave of heat in their wake as they rose up to cup her breasts. Held steady by the thick, heated length of his fingers pressing into her smooth flesh, Knox ground his chest into hers. The rough caress of Knox’s shirt made her nipples pucker and tighten, sending nearly painful sparks through her already swollen and flushed breasts.
I should really stop him. He just didn’t give her a chance. With his mouth trailing lower, his words held her paralyzed. “Perhaps a kiss will convince you.”
Ah, the hell with it. The warm whisper of Knox’s words teased her tits, making her back arch in a blind search for something just out of reach. Amanda gave up her resistance and joined the battle, twining her hands through his hair and forcing his mouth down onto the needy tip.
Knox’s chuckle vibrated through her softness, a devilish sound ending in a devouring. Mouth open, he ravished her breasts with stinging nips, heated licks and soul-shattering sucking. He moved over her like a storm, striking the breath out of her as he tormented every inch of her flesh as he roved from tip to tip.
Then he dipped and her fingers curled
into fists in his hair. Not to force him lower, but to hold onto some measure of sanity as Knox’s rampaging mouth settled over her pussy in an all-out bludgeoning of pleasure.
Her poor flesh, already worn down from its recent release, blossomed almost painfully to life in renewed demand. The nearly violent assault ended too soon, leaving her weak-kneed and lightheaded as Knox straightened before her. He still held on to her, though. His hands spanned her back in the warm, comforting gesture of support.
“So, about that movie?”
Movie? He’s doing this on purpose. Knox had caught her completely off guard by intermingling charm and aggression in contrasting waves. Amanda really only had two choices—walk away or agree to becoming Knox’s after-dinner snack. Given she didn’t have the will power to control the insane urge to go forward into danger, Amanda would just have to beat Knox at his own game…or end up suffering the consequences of too many orgasms.
In light of that dire outcome, Amanda relaxed. She’d follow Knox down this strangely merry road and try to keep it interesting for him.
“A movie, huh?” Amanda smiled. “Why don’t I get dressed and I’ll meet you in the den?”
“I don’t think so, babe.” Knox pressed one denim-clad thigh between her legs and gave her weeping pussy a little press. “In fact, I think you’re gonna have to come up with a pretty damn good reason why I should let you keep the shirt on.”
“Because I want it on, and that’s all the reason needed.” Because there is no way in hell I’m going to walk around naked in the Reese brothers’ house.
“Fine then, keep the shirt.” He looped an arm around her waist and all but began marching her down the hall. “But I get to pick what we watch, agreed?”
“Agreed.”
With that, Amanda sealed her fate and accepted the consequences, letting Knox escort her into the brothers’ very masculine den clutching a shirt offering no real protection. The sight of a throw over the back of the leather couch let her take her first real breath in minutes. In less than a second Amanda cocooned herself in the soft fleece while Knox watched with a smirk.
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