Shaking his head, Knox snickered, then slid down her body again. More comfortable now, Roxy spread her legs wider, but he licked her only a minute or so, dropping saliva onto her core and spreading it with his finger.
He rose above her, lining his cock up with her pussy hole.
“We’re going to take this nice and slow,” he promised.
She nodded, surprised at how much she trusted her body to him when she knew he was still an untrustworthy motherfucker.
Inch by inch, he inserted himself into her, stretching her, his saliva and pre-cum her only moisteners. True to his word, he took his time seating himself inside of her. Fully embedded, he paused.
“You’re okay?”
“Perfect,” she said softly, touched his consideration, in spite of herself.
He started an easy in-and-out rhythm, engaging her mouth with his. Roxy ruffled the hair at his nape, losing herself in Knox’s lovemaking, and forgetting all else. It wasn’t easy for her to achieve an orgasm, but when it hit her, its intensity shook her and she clung to Knox, holding him through his own release.
A moment later, he withdrew from her and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her temple.
Roxy flattened her palm against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, suddenly more than a little confused. Irritation settled into her. She didn’t want to get shit twisted because of dick.
“Roxy. My Roxy. I hope I scored points with you. You were incredible to me.”
His Roxy. She wished. She had the feeling that a woman Knox truly cared about would be quite lucky. But she wouldn’t burst his bubble. They were still engaged in a game. As long as he believed he was besting her, she could stay one step ahead of him. “Yes, beyond my expectations.” That much was true, so the sincerity ringing in her voice wasn’t a pretense. “You could be considered Mr. Supercock.” Another truth.
Knox chuckled. “Thanks.”
Sighing, she sat up.
He settled a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, where are you going?”
“To the bathroom,” she answered, grabbing her panties from the edge of the bed and spotting her jumpsuit and bra on the floor. “To get dressed so I can go home.”
“I thought you’d sleep here.”
“And do the walk of shame in the morning? Hell to the no.”
“Roxy…”
“Don’t,” she said, holding up her hands. She didn’t want to hear whatever bullshit he intended to hand to her.
“Don’t what? Don’t tell you how much I enjoyed making love…our…um…encounter? Well, I did. You were amazing. I’ve never felt such ecstasy.”
Roxy snorted and rolled her eyes. “We’ve already fucked, Knox. You don’t have to keep trying to play me.”
“I’m not playing you,” he swore, an inscrutable look on his face. “You were wonderful. During our lovemaking, you uttered not one profanity.”
“Was that the most important thing you took from us hooking up?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said huskily. “It’s just…” His voice trailed off and he dropped his hand. “You were wonderful. If you let me, I-I could fall hard for you.”
Roxy pursed her lips, blinked away her suddenly misty eyes, and then swallowed. “Don’t say anything you don’t mean,” she snapped and scrambled to her feet. Grabbing her clothes, she hurried to the bathroom, without looking back.
Dressed in only his trousers, Knox poured brandy into a snifter. He stood in his living room, waiting for Roxy to come out of the bathroom. He didn’t want her to leave, but he didn’t know what to say to make her stay. The overwhelming feelings of their lovemaking gave him pause. No woman, as long as he’d been fucking, had so undone him in such a short period of time. The tough-as-nails Roxy had a soft, vulnerable side that she’d allowed him to glimpse.
Each of her actions tonight had taken courage and strength. While he knew he now had her just where he wanted her, he wasn’t sure if he was still wholeheartedly in the game. Not where the club was concerned. He definitely still intended to bring them down. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue to use her to do it. Actually, he didn’t know what he wanted from her now.
His parents didn’t like her and he’d always had a good relationship with his mom and dad. He already foresaw more problems with them. With Roxy, too. Her earlier cussing them had stemmed from their reaction to her.
“Knox?”
Draining his glass, he set it on the table and turned. She’d put herself back together, wig and all. Even her lipstick had been reapplied. Just by looking at her, one would never know she’d just had sex.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Uh, yeah. Hey.”
Perhaps, no one else could detect what she’d done, but he knew. Her gaze was soft and sweet. She drew her brows together. “I’m going to be a flapper at the Halloween party.”
“I guess I’ll be a G-man, then,” he responded.
Smiling, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Will you be around when I come into work?”
She gave him a disapproving look and glanced away. “Probably not. I have things to do.”
Her answer disappointed him, but if that’s the way she wanted it to be, then he wouldn’t try and change her mind. He just needed one thing clarified. “My secret’s safe, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “What secret are you referring to?”
Taking her answer to mean she’d pretend not to know anything about his profession, Knox relaxed. “Never mind.”
She started toward the door and he followed her. Once he opened it, she turned to him. He cupped her chin in his hand.
“I really enjoyed you.”
“I had fun, Knox,” she said quietly and pulled away. “See you around.”
“Yeah, sure.” In silence, he walked her to the SUV. She stopped and kissed his cheek before getting in and driving away, leaving Knox alone on the street.
Chapter Twenty
The next morning, Roxy walked into the clubhouse, finding the guys enjoying breakfast. She’d spent a sleepless night, going over her disastrous dinner at the Harringtons and, then, her evening in Knox’s bed.
She didn’t sleep around. Besides, her three husbands and K-P, she’d had two other relationships. After the heartache of losing her first love—K-P—because she’d been too fucking young to deal with his lifestyle, she’d had all other relationships on her terms. She wasn’t sure why she’d married so many times. Maybe, she’d wanted to get it right. Or, maybe, she’d just been lonely and hadn’t wanted an easy out.
All she’d done was complicate her life with legalities and kids with broken homes. K-P had always been around, in between relationships—his and Roxy’s. Once in a while, they’d been single at the same time. He’d hint at getting back together with her. Roxy had always rejected him, cherishing the friendship they’d developed and fearing losing him if things didn’t work out between them.
Then, the devil had returned, bringing hell with him, and stealing her K-P away. Bailey never knew, would never know, how deeply Roxy mourned. Letting her in on that secret would do no one any good. The man was dead and buried, so she’d let him, and the love they’d shared, rest in peace.
Life had toughened Roxy. Taught her to stand on her own two feet. So, now, the morning after she’d given herself to a dirty rotten liar, who was playing her for a fool, who was younger than her, she couldn’t understand her confliction.
She would tell Outlaw everything she’d learned. She had to. And, yet, she knew Knox would die. She knew Outlaw would show him no mercy. Not that what happened to Knox should matter to her. The dumb motherfucker had it coming. He was the fucking fool who thought to outwit Outlaw and use her to do it.
“Yo, Roxanne,” Outlaw called. “What the fuck wrong, babe? You been standin’ there for a few fuckin’ minutes just starin’.”
“Yeah, it’s bad enough you spent too fucking long in that motherfucker house,” Mortician grumbled.
Roxy widened her eyes. “You followed m
e again, motherfucker?” She hadn’t seen hide nor hair, chrome nor rubber of any of them.
“He didn’t,” Johnnie responded. “I did.”
“Don’t talk to me,” she snapped, stalking to the bar where the coffee was set up and pouring herself a cup. “I know how the fuck you really feel about me, so go and fuck yourself.”
As she came to the table, she noticed Kendall just beyond the hallway. She was about to greet her, but Kendall shook her head and backed away.
“Roxanne, I’m so sorry,” Johnnie started, pushing over so Roxanne could sit. “I was out of line, saying what I did. I know you’re not living off Bailey and Mort.”
Mortician pointed his fork at him. “Even if she was, son, you don’t have fuck-all to say about it.”
Johnnie nodded. “You’re right, Mort.” He looked at Roxy again. “Please accept my apology. Those words were unworthy of me. But Kendall keeps me confused and out of sorts. I don’t know the right thing to say to her.”
“Cuz you a stupid motherfucker.” Outlaw poured rum into his coffee and drank. He glanced toward the hallway, then eyed Johnnie. With the evenness of his expression, Roxy knew Kendall was gone.
“I beg your fucking pardon?” Johnnie growled.
Outlaw sighed. “Don’t say I ain’t ever done fuck-all for you, hear me?” He shifted in his seat. “I’m fuckin’ tired of tellin’ you that no fuckin’ bitch wanna be compared to another fuckin’ bitch but e-fuckin-specially a bitch her man was once in fuckin’ love with. What the fuck wrong with you, assfuck? That’s simple shit. Even my fuckin’ boy could under-fuckin-stand that. Yet, you constantly compare my woman to yours. You fuckin’ constantly want her to fuckin’ live by my girl standards. All psycho cunt ever fuckin’ wanted was a motherfucker to love her for her. Psychoness and all. You, motherfucker, wanna change her into Megan.”
“I do not!” Johnnie flared, jumping to his feet.
Outlaw sipped his coffee again. “Sit the fuck down before I knock you the fuck down.”
Johnnie didn’t budge. “Shut the fuck up, Christopher. I love Kendall with everything in me. Megan is great and I loved her, but, in my fucking eyes, she can’t hold a candle to my wife. I wouldn’t change a hair on Kendall’s head. The woman drives me crazy. She keeps my life interesting. She’s given me two beautiful children. She doesn’t hold back for anyone. Yes, she frustrates me, okay? But that has nothing to do with her. It has to do with me. I don’t know how to handle her most of the time.” He covered his face, then dropped his hands in agitation. “Jesus Christ, I mention Megan because Kendall does like her and I want her to know she has back-up.” He threw his hands up in frustration. “Okay, I admit I told Val I wanted the dinners at your house, Christopher. Kendall can’t fucking cook. I want her to learn but I’m afraid to bring it up.”
“So, in-fuckin-stead, you just throw my wife in your woman fuckin’ face.” Outlaw shook his head. “You fuckin’ stupid, motherfucker.”
Johnnie gritted his teeth. “I love Kendall. There’s no other woman on this planet for me. I’m not perfect. I’m not you with Megan.”
“You sure the fuck ain’t. My ass obsessed with Megan. You just obsessed with keepin’ your bitch. That lead you to stupid shit. Lettin’ her ass get the fuck away with shit she ain’t got no fuckin’ business doin’. Makin’ your ass fuck up your hearin’ and your goddamn sense with opera music. Stoppin’ you from drinkin’ shit that ain’t psycho-bitch approved. All that to fuckin’ keep her. Sometimes, I fuckin’ wonder if you wanna be with Kendall cuz all us motherfuckers with girls. Any-fuckin-time a outside motherfucker, me, a motherfucker who don’t give a fuck if she live or die, notice that, I wonder what the fuck she see.”
Johnnie rubbed the back of his neck, then plopped into his seat and hung his head. “Fuck. I love Kendall,” he said miserably.
“I know the fuck you do,” Outlaw agreed.
“How can I let her know?” The question was so sad Roxy’s heart went out to him. Whatever lingering anger she had toward him, fled.
“I think you fuckin’ just did, John Boy,” Outlaw said quietly.
Johnnie lifted his head and Outlaw nodded toward the hallway, where Kendall stepped into view.
She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks. “I can’t cook?” she said around a watery laugh.
Standing, Johnnie smiled and went to her. “Not at all.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can take lessons.”
“Can we take a spin on my bike and talk?”
“Can’t we go in one of our trucks?”
Roxy sighed as Mort, Outlaw, and Val shook their heads.
Johnnie’s face fell. “Sure, gorgeous,” he agreed, taking her hand and leading her out the door.
“One day, them two motherfuckers gettin’ shit right.”
That required effort on both their parts, something Roxy intended to point out to Kendall as soon as she could.
“Sorry about the interruption, babe,” Outlaw said. “You came here so fuckin’ early for a fuckin’ reason. Found something out about Knox?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “A lot. It seems as if you were right but wrong also. He’s not a cop but a private investigator. His mother said it’s to bring the club down. He said that isn’t true.”
Outlaw sucked in a breath. “What the fuck you say about bringin’ down my fuckin’ club?”
She could always back up Knox’s story…Fuck! What the fuck had gotten into her? Knox’s dick. No, she wouldn’t be one of those women who got all turned around because of one or two orgasms. She’d known Outlaw far longer than she had Knox. Besides, her daughter and son-in-law were a part of the MC. If she betrayed Outlaw, she betrayed them.
“He’s here to fuck with the club,” she admitted with a sigh. “His mama wouldn’t have said all the shit that came out her mouth just on a QT. That bitch had too many details not to have gotten the information from Knox himself.”
“Did you find out who he’s working for?” Mortician asked.
She shook her head.
“I need to know that, too, babe,” Outlaw said. “Before I cut Knox tongue out and watch him bleed to fuckin’ death.” He cocked his head to the side. “Wait. He workin’ for Brooks. That must be the motherfucker who brought him on.”
Roxy shook her head. “I asked him that. He swore Brooks doesn’t even know.” She swallowed. “Although he did say the motherfucker hinted at shit better left unsaid.”
Outlaw narrowed his eyes. “For fuckin’ real?”
“Don’t do the attorney nothing, Outlaw,” she pleaded. “It’s not his fault he’s too trusting and Knox is too low-down.”
“Fuck, I wish Stretch was here. I’d have him bug that fuckin’ office.”
“I can wire it,” Val wheezed through his bandaged nose.
“Then fuckin’ do it. Roxanne, you find out who the fuck hired him. I gotta get these motherfuckers buried before the holidays get started for real. Megan’ll have my fuckin’ ass if I fuck up another Thanksgiving for her.”
“You got it.” Val got to his feet and disappeared.
Roxy nodded, not really into the task anymore. Although she’d shown where her allegiance lay, that didn’t ease her divided loyalties, torn right down the middle.
After ordering a bouquet of flowers for Roxy as he sat outside Uncle Avalon’s house, Knox threw his phone aside and allowed himself to remember the night before. With Roxy. In Roxy.
She was such an incredible woman. Her directness was as disarming as the shallowness of some of the women he’d dated. Either way kept him guessing, but he liked that she didn’t play games or mince her words.
True, she could have held back with his parents. He dreaded that phone call. Tapping his key on the steering wheel, Knox noticed Charlotte Redding pull up behind him. He’d have to put thoughts of Roxy aside.
Last night, an idea had come to him. Now that he had Roxy on his side, he’d start to take down members of the club. The first criminal he inte
nded to snare was Outlaw.
Getting out of his car, he went to Charlotte’s beat-up automobile. He’d heard about the Mercedes she’d once had, all that taken away by the club. He opened her door and held out his hand to help her out, relieved to see her bruises were fading just as his were.
“Knox, dear,” she greeted with a smile as he slammed her door shut.
“Good morning, Charlotte.”
“I trust you have something good for me since you called for this meeting so early in the morning.”
“We’ll see.” He didn’t want to get into the details outside. “I wanted to run it by you and Uncle Avalon first, especially since I’ll need your help in this little venture.”
“Will it bring that club down?”
“If it works out as I intend it to, yes.”
“Then I’m all in.”
Once he and Charlotte were seated at Uncle Avalon’s breakfast table, Knox got straight to the point.
“I’ve been invited to the club’s Halloween party.”
Uncle Avalon sipped his orange juice. “How is this noteworthy?”
“I intend to wire up, but my goal is to provoke Outlaw into a direct threat.” He hated to use Roxy’s good will to do the set-up. However, that’s why he’d gotten with her in the first place. He wanted the case over and done with so he could move on with his life before he really fell for her. “That’s where you come in, Charlotte.”
Charlotte drew herself up. Even sitting down, she was regal. “By that you mean what, Knox?”
“You’ve told me that one of the members burned your house down. You’ve also told me that when you and Brooks went to Outlaw, he abused you.” He indicated Uncle Avalon. “Not to mention destroying the law firm. One of the partners committing suicide. I don’t think you’re one of his favorite people, Charlotte.”
“I don’t care! He made Kyler disappear. Do you know how heartbroken my daughter is?”
Although Knox sympathized with her, Charlotte had to follow his plan. “If he sees you, it will anger him.”
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