Knights of Silence MC: Books 1 and 2

by Amy Cecil

  “God I’ve missed you,” I said as she nuzzled into my neck.

  “I’m still waiting, Cade,” she stated.

  “Waiting?” I asked curiously.

  “Really? Do I have to spell it out for you?” She slowly ran her hand down the length of my naked body and suddenly my dick realized what she was talking about. It didn’t take my brain long to figure out what she meant.

  “Who are you and what did you do with my shy, proper Emma?” I laughed.

  She giggled. “Oh, baby … she’s still here. But you see, you have given her a taste of you and that incredibly sexy body of yours, and now, I’m afraid to say, she can’t get enough of you.”

  Her words lit a fire in me and I had to have her. But before I could take control of the situation, she crawled up on top of me. Straddling me, she bent down and licked my bottom lip before devouring my mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet, and it only made me want her more. When she was done kissing me, she sat up and pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her bare chest. Her tits were perfect. I sat up, bringing her body closer to mine, which allowed me to suck on her nipples. She moaned, and then she demanded, “Harder, Ice. Harder!”

  What. The. Fuck! Where did that come from? She called me Ice! I hadn’t thought my dick could get any harder, but her words had proved me wrong. As my lady commanded, I sucked harder. She was in a trance, totally lost in the pleasure that I was giving her. I thought, I bet if I had more time, I could make her come by just sucking on her tits. I’ll have to remember that.

  At that point, however, I could not take any more and I needed to be in control. I rolled her off me and at the same time positioned myself on top of her. She was lying on the bed underneath me looking at me with so much hunger in her eyes. I felt so much love for her, I could no longer hold it back. She needed to know how I felt. I leaned down close to her and whispered in her ear, “I love you.” I kissed her softly on her neck as my cock slid slowly into her sweet pussy. I moved as slowly as I could, because I wanted to savor that moment. I wanted to savor every inch as I pushed into her. We weren’t fucking. It was no longer about getting laid or having to have her. We were doing something that I had never done before. We were making love.

  She was so fucking tight, and her pussy clamped onto my dick like a vise. I felt as if I was going to explode. I had to stop, so I drew out of her slowly and then waited before I slid back in. Carefully, I pushed into her again, trying desperately to keep control of my movements. I continued this several times and I could have sworn she clenched my dick tighter each time. I was losing control, and I thought she was too.

  “Tell me, Emma. Tell me what I need to hear.”

  Without hesitation or questioning, she responded, “I love you.” I moved my fingers over her clit. She was soaking wet around my cock and my fingers. I was about to come, but I needed her to ride it out with me.

  “Give it to me, sweetheart, give me all you got.” With my words, she detonated beneath me and I watched her lose herself to me. Seeing her orgasm was my undoing, and I took my release with her as we rode out our passion together.

  Afterwards, she was snuggled up against me, tracing the tat on my chest. She loved that dragon for some reason, I wasn’t sure why.

  “You’re not staying, are you?” she asked quietly.

  I didn’t say anything for a minute, and then I replied, “No, baby, I can’t.”

  She stopped tracing my tat and was silent for a while. Then she asked, “Why did you come back, then?”

  “I would like to think that is obvious,” I said.

  “Oh, I see,” she said. Suddenly I was reminded of Emma the little girl who didn’t get what she wanted.

  “What’s the matter, princess? And don’t tell me ‘nothing’. I can hear it in your voice.”

  “Nothing,” she said.

  “What did I just say? I know something is wrong. Now tell me what the fuck is bothering you before I spank that perfect ass of yours.” Her body snuggled up closer to me, but she was not getting out of this one. I added, “Don’t go trying to get me to take you again. It’s not working. Now tell me.”

  She looked up at me, knowing she had no choice but to tell me. “Well, earlier you said you loved me. But now, you say that the only reason you came back was to get laid.”

  “When did I say that was the only reason I came back?”

  “You said it was obvious. Anyone could figure out what you meant by that from your actions this evening.”

  “Emma, baby, that’s not what I meant. I meant I came back because I love you, sweetheart, and I just had to see you, to tell you how I feel. I realized earlier that I never really said it, and when Grayson took you, one of my worst nightmares was that something awful would happen to you and you would never know how I truly felt about you. Don’t you understand, baby? You are my world now. We are spending the rest of our lives together. I am nothing without you.”

  I felt wetness on my chest and realized that she was crying. “Emma?” She was silent. “Baby, are you ok?” I asked again.

  Muffled by her tears, she said, “Cade, did you just propose to me?”

  I thought, Well, shit. I hadn’t realized it when I’d said it, but I guess I kinda had proposed. I knew I wanted to marry her and to spend the rest of my life with her. But I also wanted her proposal to be special ... not with me just stopping in for a night and then leaving her again for God knows how long.

  “In a way, babe, yeah, I did. But this is not the official proposal. When I propose to you, baby, you will not question whether I am proposing or not. You will know, and damn it, woman, you fucking better say yes!”

  She moved up to face me, her lips barely touching my own. “I’m saying yes now and I will say yes then. I love you, Caden.” She kissed me with a soft, sweet kiss and lay back down to snuggle against me. Moments later we were sated, happy, and asleep.

  Chapter 11

  Emma

  When I woke the next morning it was still dark outside. I glanced over at the clock on the end table; it read 4:12 am. I first thought, Why am I up so early? Then I realized I could hardly breathe. Cade was practically laying on top of me. I thought, Why does he always do this? His weight was pressing on my chest and I was suffocating. I had to get up. Carefully, trying not to disturb him, I wriggled away. The house was still quiet, so I assumed that nobody else was awake yet.

  I stood there for a moment watching him sleep. He was so damn sexy. The covers had been tossed off the bed and he was laying there on his stomach, completely naked. He looked a little different from when I saw him last. His hair seemed longer and he had a beard, which was jet-black like his hair, but was also speckled with gray. I could stare at him all day. The club rocker tat on his back was incredible; this was the first time I had a chance to really look at it. Knights of Silence was tattooed in an arc at the top of the design. Underneath, in an arc curving in the opposite direction, was tattooed Edinboro Chapter. The words were cool and everything, but the most intriguing part of the tat was the design that filled the center section.

  It was an odd design: a menacing dragon encompassing a Celtic cross. The wings of the dragon were open and hooded the entire image. The image was engulfed in flames. I wondered what it all meant. I knew a little about Celtic animal symbols, and I knew the dragon represented all of creation, symbolizing power and vitality. If I remembered correctly, it was considered the most powerful Celtic symbol. I could see that some of this tied to the MC, but I wasn’t seeing the whole picture. Then I realized Caden’s tat was identical to the image on the back of his cut, just not quite so detailed.

  After inspecting his tat—along with his incredible body—I figured it’d be best if I got into the shower. I knew he’d be up soon and I guessed he would have to leave. When will I see him again? I can’t think about that now. I have a part to play today, and it has to be my best performance. Thank God it’s just acting.

  I was just finishing my shower when I heard the bathroom door open. A
t first, I was startled, but then I remembered it was probably just Cade. There was no shower curtain to hide behind, so I soon saw him in all his delicious glory. Ok, I thought, so perhaps he wasn’t going to get up and leave right away. By the look on his face, he definitely had other things in mind. He sauntered over to me and stood as close as he could get to me. Before I had time to think, he grabbed me and pulled me up against his body. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs and arms around him as he pushed me against the shower wall. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he took my mouth in a rough and deep kiss. He’d never kissed me like that before and the sensation of his beard against my skin was intoxicating. There was so much need and passion in every movement of his mouth. His tongue thrusted into me over and over, and I felt his hardness pushing against me as he pumped his hips in time with his tongue. He had lit a fire in me, and I felt like a cat in heat.

  His right hand slid down my back, cupping my ass. His strength was overwhelming and only made me want him more. With his right hand pinned between my ass and the shower wall, he took his left hand and reached under my thigh, continuing further right to my core. I was dripping wet, and not from the water that was pummeling down on me. His fingers entered me, sending me into shuttering convulsions, and I knew if he continued that I wasn’t going to last. He pulled his mouth away from me and talked to me with his eyes, all while his fingers continued to fuck me. He was asking me if I wanted more. I was losing my mind, and all I could do was nod. Words had failed me. Then, he stopped. What. The. Fuck.

  “Caden, please,” I begged. He just grinned and began again. He worked me just to the point of orgasm over and over again, never allowing me any release. I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried, “Cade, please, give it to me. Now!” Every nerve in my body was completely over stimulated. I needed a release, and I needed him to give it to me.

  Before I knew what was happening, Caden let me go and turned me around so I was facing the wall. “Bend over and brace yourself on the wall,” he directed. “This is gonna be hard and fast, baby.”

  I did as I was told and then said, “The harder the better.” I think my words were his undoing. He entered me with a fury of lust, pounding into me. It felt like my insides were going to explode with pleasure. His hands reached around me, one cupping my breast, the other traveling down my belly to my clit. That was my undoing. I erupted into the most intense orgasm my body had ever known. My pussy continued to contract around him as I rode out my orgasm. The pulsating wouldn’t stop, it was that intense—and then I felt a warm sensation run down my leg. Caden had found his release. Once he was done, he leaned over my body holding me close. “God, baby, I fucking love you!” he whispered.

  He gave me a chaste kiss on my back and stepped away. My legs felt like rubber bands, and I didn’t think I could move without falling over. I just stayed where I was, still holding onto the shower wall for support.

  “Babe?” he asked. “Are you ok?”

  I couldn’t do anything but nod.

  He came around and squatted down to face me, saying, “Oh, baby, did I hurt you?”

  If he only knew. I looked at him with all the love in my eyes as I started to stand up. He stood too and grabbed my hand to give me support. I was feeling very light-headed and I needed to get my wits about me before I spoke. I could see the worry in his expression and I was doing everything I could to ease his mind.

  As I started to feel better, I reached up and touched the side of his face. “No, baby, you didn’t hurt me.” Relief washed over his face. He really believed that he had hurt me. Poor baby. I added, “You just gave me the best fuck I have ever had.” He grinned, obviously pretty proud of himself.

  “Emma, my love, you got that all wrong. You just gave me the best fuck of my life,” he said as he pulled me into his arms.

  I had never felt such happiness as I did at that moment. And then, I suddenly remembered Mark and what had been done to him. How could a man who had so much love and care in his heart do that? I knew I was going to be sorry for asking, because deep down, I already knew the answer … but I still had to ask.

  I waited until we got out of the shower. We were back in the bedroom getting dressed when I asked, “Caden, did you kill Mark?” I couldn’t hold it in any longer; I just had to know. As happy as I was to have him here—even knowing that he would be gone again sooner than I wanted—I still could not get the image of Mark’s body out of my head.

  He was silent.

  I asked again. “Caden, I saw Mark at the house. I saw what was done to him. So please, tell me. I need to know. Did you do that to him?”

  By the way he was acting, I knew the answer. Hawk had said he did it. Now he’d confirmed it. “Yes,” he replied, in almost a whisper.

  “Why? You didn’t just kill him, Cade, you tortured him. You mutilated his body and hung him like a side of beef in a meat locker awaiting a butcher. How could you do such a thing?”

  “Emma, I was in the house with you. I was bound and gagged in that basement and he had cameras on you. He made me watch everything, even when he tried to rape you. I did everything in my power to get free, but at first my anger got the best of me and I couldn’t concentrate enough to free myself. When he left you alone, I was able to relax a little and I was finally able to get free. I couldn’t act immediately because I had to wait until I knew you were safe. I didn’t know what I would encounter if I went upstairs, and I wasn’t about to take any chances with the one shot I had. I couldn’t risk your life. So I waited and bided my time. When he told you to leave, I knew my time had come. All the anger that was in me from watching him touch you the way he did let loose. What you saw in the basement was the result of that anger.”

  To a point, I could understand his actions. At least, my heart did. My head was seeing something different; all it could see was a cold-blooded killer. He scared me. I asked, “Do you know why he did this? He gave me some information about Brianne telling me everything about him, but he never elaborated.”

  “Yes, I do,” he replied.

  “Well? Why, Caden?”

  “It’s a long story. I promise when this is all over, I will explain. I just can’t right now; I really don’t have a lot of time. I need to leave before the sun comes up.”

  “Can I ask one more question?”

  “Sure, but it has to be quick. I’ve already spent too much time here.”

  “Is Brianne alive?” It was one answer I was dreading. I prayed that she was, but after all I had been through, I doubted it.

  “I believe so, but I am not sure. When this is all said and done, I am hoping that when I come home, Brianne will be coming with me. Just trust me on this, please.”

  I decided to leave it at that. It was the best I could hope for under the circumstances. “Ok, I trust you.” I was worried about the monster inside, but I still loved this man with every fiber of my being. He’d never let me down before. So, when I said that I trusted him, I really meant it.

  Knowing that Caden would be leaving soon, I was already starting to sink into a little depression. I heard someone downstairs and peeked over the loft. It was Rebel, making coffee in the kitchen. Ari and Honey must still have been asleep. I turned to Caden, who was just putting on his shoes, and asked, “You’re leaving now, aren’t you?”

  I could tell by the look on his face that he was just as bummed as I was. “Yeah, babe. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can come home for good,” he said.

  I was quiet for a moment as I watched him lace up his boots, then I asked, “Caden, is there a chance that you might not come home?” I was worried. I was so afraid that this might be the last time I would ever see him.

  He stopped messing with his boots and looked up at me. “Emma, nothing in life is for certain. I could have a normal job and this could be a normal day. I could be getting ready to go to work, let’s say in a bank. I get dressed, I kiss my wife goodbye, and I leave. As I’m crossing the street, I get hit by a car and die. This is no different, sweetheart. We liv
e every day never knowing for sure that the ones we love will return to us. The only thing that gets us through all that uncertainty is faith.” He walked over to me and kissed me on the top of my head and continued, “Have faith, darl’n. Trust me, and I promise you I will do everything in my power to come back to you. You can count on that.”

  Tears welled up in my eyes as he pulled me into his arms. It was the best place in the world to be and I never wanted to let go. But I had to. He held me for a few minutes, then said, “I better go. I need to get out of here before the whole damn house wakes up.” He walked over to loft railing and nodded to Rebel. He kissed me, and then he was gone.

  After Caden left I walked over to the bed, sat down, and cried. I missed him already. A few minutes went by and I realized that crying over his leaving was not helping matters. I had to play the grieving widow later today; I’d save my crying for then. As I got up I glanced over at the nightstand. There was a slip of paper there with my name on it. I reached over to grab it and opened it. It said:

  I’d give anything to hold you close

  To touch your hair, to kiss your lips

  When you think of me and the mistakes I’ve made

  Try to understand that I am just a man.

  The man who will love you until the end of time.2

  It wasn’t signed. I guessed he hadn’t wanted to leave any evidence. A lone tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek. In that moment, it didn’t matter who he’d killed. It didn’t matter how he’d killed Mark. All that mattered was that I loved him and that I would always love him, no matter what. I prayed for his safe return.

  Caden

  Leaving Emma was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. I should have known better. I’d known seeing her last night was going to make it worse for both of us, but despite what my head was saying, my heart wasn’t hearing it. It was just another bed I’d made that I had to lie in. The only good thing about all of this was that it would push me to get done what I needed to get done.