Knox

by Lane Hart

  “Do you have one?” she pants near my ear without ever slowing her rolling hips.

  “Wallet,” I answer as I squeeze my eyes shut to try and hold off the release I feel building at the base of my spine and gripping my balls. Jade’s palm slips around to my ass, searching for my wallet before I remember tossing it earlier. “On the floor.”

  “Shit,” she grumbles before finally lifting up until she’s all the way off my cock. I instantly regret opening my mouth. But when Jade lowers her panties to the floor and then bends over to pick up my wallet, I enjoy the view enough to forgive myself.

  The crinkle of the foil eases the tension I didn’t know I was holding on to. Then, Jade’s rolling the bright green rubber down my achingly hard cock that’s pointing toward the ceiling, making me even more anxious to keep going than before. Fuck, this is really happening.

  Straddling me again, Jade fists my length and then lines it up as she begins sinking down on it slowly. She gasps as she goes, making it about halfway to oh-my-fucking-God before she backs off again.

  “Fuck me,” I tell her between panting breaths caused by the restraint I’m using, trying not to come before she even gets fully seated on me.

  “I am,” she says as she guides just the head of my cock inside of her and then pulls back again, causing a tortured sound to escape my lips.

  “More. Please,” I beg, barely restraining from slamming her down.

  “Are you…convinced yet?” she asks, looking up from underneath her lashes to meet my eyes.

  “Yes, hell yes,” I reply as I squeeze her waist, even though I can’t remember what she’s referring to.

  “You sure about that? You’ll tell Gabby to wear the wire and trust me to keep her safe?”

  Oh, shit. That.

  “No, I can’t,” I tell her through clenched teeth.

  “Come on, Knox,” she purrs. “This is the best plan to save your friend and you know it. Don’t do it for the fantastic fuck I’m about to give you but for him.”

  “F-fantastic? Really?” I ask as sweat beads on my forehead and some drips down the middle of my back because my cock remembers the grip of her pussy on it and needs more right this fucking second or it may explode.

  “I’ve been gone too long as it is. I really need to get back to the station,” Jade says on a sigh before she stands up, rubbing her tits and soft skin of her stomach in my face close enough for me to lick, which I do. God, she tastes as divine as I remember, like a warm, exotic island filled with coconuts and pineapples.

  Jade doesn’t move away from me. Instead, she shoves her fingers through my hair and stands there while I run my tongue over her skin and French kiss her bellybutton, making her moan above me.

  Tugging my hair back so that I’m forced to remove my mouth from her body and look up at her face that’s flushed and serious, she says, “I-I want to sit back down, Knox.”

  Hearing the need in her voice nearly sends me over the edge.

  “Swear to me she won’t get hurt,” I demand even though we both know I’m too far gone to stop this from happening now.

  “I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe,” she says, which I know is the best she can do.

  “Good. Now sit down and ride my cock until I can’t remember why this is a horrible idea,” I order her.

  “Thank you,” she says in an exhale of relief as she lowers herself down. I’m not sure if she’s grateful for my agreement or if it’s because I caved on letting her fuck me. Obviously, I can change my mind about the wire after we’re done here. But as soon as Jade sinks her pussy down, squeezing my dick in the best possible way ever as she hits rock bottom, that notion goes out the window, along with whatever was left of my virginity.

  Yeah, I’ve been with women before. Plenty of times the strippers at Escapades have spent the night with me after winning a fight. Everyone, even my best friends, think I fuck them for hours on end when the truth is I let them suck my dick a time or two but that’s it.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted to come inside a woman’s pussy for years. I’ve been fantasizing about it ever since the first time I jerked off when I was a teenager. But when you’re an orphan, abandoned by both parents because they didn’t want you, it’s hard not to think about that shit when it comes to having sex.

  I couldn’t live with myself if I knocked up a girl and she gave the baby up for adoption because she didn’t want my kid. No one deserves to be thrown away like garbage into the state system. I think I got lucky when the mob decided to recruit me as a kid, placing me in Mrs. Engle’s home where I met Ivan, then Cain and Gabby. Those four are like my family, yet each and every day I’m constantly carrying an anchor around my heart reminding me that the two people who were supposed to love me unconditionally abandoned me when I needed them most. They left me to fend for myself and live my entire life with this gigantic hole inside of me.

  “Knox?” Jade asks, both hands gripping my face and snapping me out of my past and back into the present. The present where this beautiful woman is bumping and grinding on me so damn good, giving me a first time that I’ll never forget. “I’m…I’m close. Are you?” she asks between pants as she rides me.

  “God, yes,” I tell her when I lean forward to capture her lips, kissing her as I lose myself in the wet slides of her pussy and tongue, the way her soft, smooth tits are rubbing my chest on each pass.

  “Mmm,” she moans into my mouth followed by several more sudden gasps that I already recognize as the sounds she makes when…

  “Fuuuck!” I roar as I shoot to my feet, unable to endure another second of holding myself back from finally taking what I need. Even though I’m gripping her ass tight to keep her much smaller body secured against mine, Jade has my neck in a death grip by the time I’m lowering her to the ground with our bodies still connected. I have to have her underneath me so I can pound my hips into her the way I’m dying to before this is all over or I’ll never be able to live with myself. I thrust in and out of her in fast, relentless strokes as her pussy grips my cock in a vice, trying to squeeze the life out of me.

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, Knox!” Jade shouts as her legs and arms lock around my hips and neck, her words letting me know I’m not being too rough with her. But fuck, I wish we were in a room with a bed so I wouldn’t have to fuck her on this hard floor. Too late now as I slam inside of her as far as I can go, needing more, unable to get deep enough.

  “Right there! Oh God!” Jade moans and arches her back. Her pussy clamps down on my cock again, causing my release to pulse out of me in short, quick blasts of pleasure so intense my entire body shudders.

  Blowjobs are great and all, but that was fucking fantastic, just like Jade promised.

  My limbs are weak and still trembling when I long for Jade to let me have her again.

  “You can back out,” she whispers between heavy breaths. “But I hope you don’t.”

  “I won’t,” I tell her honestly when I’m finally able to make my arms push myself up off of her. Yeah, it’s dangerous; but if Gabby wants to do this to save Cain, then I won’t stop her. I’ll just make sure I’m there and ready to step in if it all goes to hell…

  “When we arrest Mario, and you know Gabby’s okay, what do you say we celebrate together?” she asks as she smiles up at me for the very first time, making her so damn stunning that I would give her anything she asked.

  “Deal,” I agree.

  Jade gives me a swift kiss to my lips in what I take as a thank you for agreeing before I climb off of her. Rolling down the used, sticky condom and tossing it to the floor, I turn my back to Jade and start to redress, unsure of what to say or do now that it’s over. If it were up to me, I would wrap her in my arms and lie on the dirty floor for hours just to feel her warmth against my skin, but I’m guessing Jade’s got shit to do, and I need to get back to the apartment to check on Gabby.

  “I’ll make sure Cain’s taken care of,” Jade says from behind me as I hear the scuf
fling of clothing while she dresses. “After you talk to Gabby, just have her call me at the station; and we’ll go from there.”

  “Okay,” I agree, sad that our “meeting” is coming to an end when her heels click-clack out of the warehouse without another word.

  Scrubbing my hands over my face that still smell of coconuts, I try to figure out what I’m supposed to do now. Guess I have to go back out into the world knowing how amazing sex is, but not being able to tell anyone, not even my best friends. Cain’s in jail thanks to the woman who just popped my cherry, and Ivan has more trust issues than I do, so he would lose his shit if he knew I went behind everyone’s backs to talk to and fuck Cain’s detective.

  Besides, I can’t admit to the guys after all the shit I gave them about being virgins for so long. The truth is, they wouldn’t understand why I’ve been so terrified of coming inside of a woman even with a condom. Unlike me, Ivan and Cain were both wanted and cared for.

  Ivan’s mother loved him and was brutally murdered. Cain had a wonderful mom too before she got sick and died. Those two may have been orphaned, but it’s not the same. Fate took their families from them while I was born without one at all. Not a single person gave a shit about me for the first few years of my life. I don’t remember much about the orphanage, but I sure as hell know there wasn’t any love or caring going on there. The first I knew about that shit was when I moved in with Mrs. Engle and she treated me like I was special, not just one of a hundred kids without parents who the state had to feed and provide shelter for.

  Still, love isn’t something I have any experience with. For years, I thought Mrs. Engle loved me. But then, as I got older, I realized that while she may care about me, she only let me live with her out of an obligation. The Italian mafia paid her to deal with kids like me, Cain, and Ivan until we could fight, and raise girls, like Gabby, who they can use in the strip club.

  Then there’s Cain and Ivan, who for years I’ve loved like brothers, but again, we didn’t really have a choice but to stick together in a world that had thrown us all away.

  The truth is that I’ve been alone for most of my life, and there’s no reason for me to think that will ever change. The empty loneliness is all I know and all there is for unwanted souls like myself.

  Chapter Seven

  Jade

  “Are you sure that Knox has no idea we’re doing this tonight? We can’t have him busting in and ruining everything,” I say to Gabrielle Kelly as we sit beside each other on the undercover van’s bench. The tech team just wired her up underneath her pink satin nightie and tested the sound. It’s not the best outfit for concealment; but to most people, the cream-colored device no bigger than your thumbnail simply looks like a red thread hanging from a small, circular Band-Aid. Just seeing the young girl wearing something so intimate for that asshole, Guerra, makes me want to rip his balls off.

  “I’m sure,” Gabrielle replies with nod. “Knox is home with Ivan, and they both think I’m staying over at my friend Maylin’s tonight.”

  “Good, that’s good,” I tell her, relieved that the fighters are going to remain far away from the scene that could turn very dangerous in a few short minutes as Gabrielle tries to get a murder confession out of Mario Guerra.

  It’s stupid for me to worry about the safety of the fighters when I’m asking an eighteen-year-old girl to put herself in harm’s way, but I’ve been terrified that Knox would find out my plan for tonight and try to interfere. He doesn’t need to be here for this, although I know he wanted to just to look out for Gabrielle. I have a feeling he’s gonna be really pissed off when he finds out, but that’s a concern for later. I need to push all thoughts of him aside and concentrate, but that’s been nearly impossible ever since the night at the warehouse when I fucked him in exchange for his help convincing Gabrielle to wear this wire.

  Days later and, surprisingly enough, I have yet to regret my recklessness. Maybe that makes me a whore or, at the minimum, a really horrible person. The shame I feel for having sex with a man almost ten years younger than me that I barely know is minor compared to how incredible it felt to just let go and be with Knox. Despite all the reasons why us being together was a bad idea, I still crave more of him. If I had his phone number that only shows up as “unavailable” on my caller ID, there’s no doubt that I would have called and asked him to come over and provide me with a much-needed distraction from the intensity of this murder investigation.

  “Do you by chance have Knox’s number?” I ask Gabrielle, trying to sound nonchalant about it. When her eyes go as round as saucers, I realize I failed, so I soften the request up with a lie. “I need to ask him a few follow-up questions about the fights, and I’m sure he’ll want an update from me once this is done tonight.”

  “Ah, yeah. Sure,” Gabby says before she taps on her phone and then calls out the numbers that I save in my own device before she tucks it away into her bag.

  “Great, thanks,” I tell her. “Is everyone in position?” I ask my guys in the front who have been communicating with the rest of the team who are setting up around us undercover.

  “Ten-four, boss,” Jones informs me.

  “Are you ready to do this?” I ask Gabrielle.

  “Yes, I think so,” she answers with a nervous nod.

  “The team will move in as soon as we get what we need or if it sounds like you’re in any danger. It’s important that you take your time and act normal. Don’t try to rush it or Mario may get suspicious,” I explain. “Do you remember the panic phrase if you’re in trouble?”

  “I need to go home,” she says.

  “That’s right. It’s easy to remember and reasonable that you would want to leave since you just lost your bother and Mario’s already putting you back to work.”

  “I hate him,” Gabrielle says as her eyes water with emotion.

  “I know you do,” I tell her. “But in order for this to work, we need you to push those feelings down. Remember what’s at stake and that Cain is depending on you to be calm and one hell of an actress tonight.”

  “Robbie deserves to have his murderer pay for what he did to him too,” she says with determination.

  “Yes, he does. And it’s okay to be upset and cry in there. That’s a natural reaction, so don’t try and act like you’re completely fine. No one is expecting that.”

  “Okay,” she agrees with a nod. “Should I go now? I’m supposed to come in at seven.”

  Looking at my phone with a slightly shaky hand, I tell her, “It’s ten minutes until seven. So, if you’re usually early, you should probably go ahead and head in. We’ll drive around the block to let you out like you’re coming from the apartment,” I explain.

  “Jones, let’s roll,” I give the order to our driver, who pulls away from the empty parking lot we were using and heads for the drop off.

  As the van rolls to a stop, I push the receiver in my ear and I ask, “All clear at the Hampton and Third Street intersection?”

  “All clear” and “clear” responses come through from the patrol units.

  “We’re all set. You can do this, Gabrielle,” I tell her as I slide the door open for her.

  “Thanks,” she replies before she slips on a black coat and climbs out with her purse. She starts down the sidewalk without even a single look back for reassurance. That’s how I know this is going to work. Despite everything she’s been through, the girl is clear-headed and confident. I just hope I can keep my promise to Knox and keep her safe.

  “We’re a go,” I say into the microphone. “Everyone at the ready. We move in on my word.”

  Since I’ve been investigating the case, my face is likely noticeable, so I made the call to stay in the van that we’ll park in the lot two businesses away from Escapades while we wait. We’ve got a male and female officer posing as a couple right in front of the club, a man jogging near the backside, four undercover officers pretending to drink beer in a SUV on the premises, and four patrol units with eight guys continuously circli
ng in a one-mile radius. We’re as prepared as we can possibly be. I just pray it’s enough.

  For fifteen excruciatingly long minutes we wait and listen to Gabrielle talking to several women and customers, making me so nervous that I could chew all my nails off. Finally, we get a huge break when a man’s voice tells Gabrielle that the boss wants to see her. It’s perfect because she didn’t have to pressure a conversation with him on her own.

  “Everything okay?” Gabrielle asks someone.

  “No, everything is not okay,” the voice I recognize as Mario’s snaps at her, making me cringe at his anger. My gut tells me this is too dangerous, so I almost give the signal. But then he says, “I had to shut down my fucking fights.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Gabrielle replies.

  His admission on the fights is already a much needed win for us on the racketeering case.

  “You should be,” Mario tells her. “It is your fault, after all, for going to the police.”

  “Oh shit,” I mutter with a cringe, but Gabrielle covers well.

  “I was just worried about Robbie,” she tells him.

  Mario chuckles like an evil villain. “You know, I once told your boyfriend that if either of you mentioned your brother’s name to me again, I would shove my cock so far down your throat that you would both choke. Or something to that effect.”

  Jesus Christ.

  “Detective?” one of the men in the group waiting in the car comes over the headset and asks, ready to pounce on Guerra after that crude comment.

  “Wait,” I warn him, hoping like fuck the delay is worth it.

  “I’m sorry,” Gabrielle tells him again. “I just, I know Cain didn’t kill my brother, and I really want to know who did.”

  “You’re a smart girl; I’m sure you’ve figured it out. What happens to fighters when they fall and don’t wake up? I can’t very well take them to the ER, can I?” Mario asks her, getting so close to a confession I can almost taste it.