by London Casey
THIS CRAZY FORBIDDEN THING
London Casey
Karolyn James
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Welcome to world of
The Knight Brothers
A romance novel by London Casey
London Casey is the pen name for bestselling romance author Karolyn James
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This Crazy Forbidden Thing
A Knight Brothers Novel
No one knows it's my baby she's carrying
I've wanted Liv's sinful curves for years but her cop brother doesn't want her near an outlaw. He ran me out of town on trumped-up charges. Now I'm back and I'm taking what's mine. As soon as I see her again, I can't keep my lips from that luscious body. But there's a problem: Liv's trapped in a forced relationship with a scumbag. She's faked a pregnancy to keep the guy's hands off her.
And after our one night together, she finds she's pregnant for real...with my baby. Now I've got to set Liv free and get her out of town, but her brother and his friends are determined to throw me behind bars. They want to take everything from me: my woman, my baby, my freedom.
But I'm finally with the woman I always wanted and nothing's going to make me let go....
(SLADE)
*YEARS AGO*
“Stay here,” I said to her. Her eyes were big, beautiful, somehow the blue color almost damn sparkling, even in the darkness.
She had her hands over her breasts, the fear of us getting caught pretty damn obvious.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”
I walked from my motorcycle toward the noise. Someone was walking along the path and I had a few ideas of who it could have been. I could take a beating - I was used to it - but nothing could happen to her. Shit, I had already ruined her, but she kept coming back to me.
Telling me she wanted it on the back of my motorcycle... what was I supposed to do? Tell her no?
I let out a whistle as I stuck a cigarette in my mouth. I lit the smoke and saw the person turn and face me.
“There you are.”’
“Danny, what the hell are you doing here? You have no business...”
The cigarette bounced between my lips and I lost my words.
Danny had business...
That night, Danny brought a gun.
(SLADE)
*3 WEEKS AGO*
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. She insisted on wearing these damn sundresses every time she came into the shop. The yellow one caught my attention. The red one was low cut, showing me that she had been graced with a set of tits to die for. The blue one cupped her ass and took my eyes off her tits for a minute.
Yeah, she was the boss’s daughter and she was supposed to be off limits.
Off limits doesn’t exist in the world I live in. I ride the roads open and free. My home is my motorcycle and I crash wherever I can afford to crash. At that time, I was crashing in a small garage attic, owned by the boss. So that made fucking his daughter even more of a risk and crazier.
It was the pink sundress that put me over the edge. That and the fact that I had been working twelve hour days all week, hadn’t had a smoke in four hours, was working after dark, alone, and the fact that I hadn’t had a good fuck in weeks. Shit, the last woman I had been with was some two in the morning, last call, turn on the lights kind of deal. We both looked at each other, nodded, and met out behind the bar. She screamed so loud the owner came out with a shotgun thinking I was killing her.
I wasn’t killing her... I was pleasuring her.
The screams were normal.
Nobody could hold back with a Knight brother.
I peeled the pink sundress off her perfectly tight body and sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Her bra was pearly white, matching all the innocence that poured from her. Her name was Ava and she bit her lip when I took her bra off and started to suck on her tits.
Her hands dug into my hair and she let out a whimper.
My hand jutted down into her white panties and I felt her sweet center. I lifted my hand away, her wetness soaking the tips of my middle and ring fingers. I stunk like grease and had already left black marks on her bra and dress. There was evidence everywhere and it was only going to get worse.
The best part of it all was we were fucking in the back of some big van I was changing out an alternator on. I couldn’t even hold myself back to get on my motorcycle and get her to my place. No need for a drink, a bite to eat, or something that resembled a fucking date. She wanted my cock and she was going to get it.
I held my fingers up in front of her face. “Goddammit... look at this. Just smell it, baby. You’re
like fucking honey.”
Ava pushed back from me and sat down on a seat. She put her legs up and stripped her panties off.
Her fucking pussy was like a flower blooming before my eyes.
“Touch it,” I ordered. “Right now.”
Ava started to reach for me and I grabbed her wrist. I put her hand against her own body and she let out a cry.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You’ve touched yourself before.”
“Not in front of anyone though.”
Good fucking hell... could she be any more innocent?
I hurried and opened my jeans. No more time to waste. I had to get this van fixed before Rocky came back to check on things. He wouldn’t like finding me fucking his daughter in the back of a customer’s van. Which reminded me - I had to clean the van so it didn’t stink like sex.
I came forward and gripped my shaft tight. I was already hard, my cock thick and throbbing for Ava. In that moment, I was in love. Which was how I did it. I fell in love, fell into some pussy, then broke it off. It was the easiest way to survive in life. Fixing cars and bikes, drinking, fucking, and moving along.
“Wait,” Ava said. “You need to put something on.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t trust me? I’m good, baby. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“You have to pull out,” she said.
“Trust me, the last thing I fucking need in my life is someone to take care of.”
“You’re not going to take care of me?” she asked and bit her lip.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re done...”
I put my cock to her and thrust as hard as I could. Maybe I was too rough, but fuck it. I ripped her open and buried myself deep. Her legs locked around me and she let out a long scream.
There it is... the scream.
I then thrust even harder, driving her against the seat.
Her face was pale and her mouth open. Anything she thought she had on me because she had a slit between her legs was all gone.
I had her.
I owned her.
I put a hand behind her neck and started to fuck her.
In a matter of seconds, the van started to rock back and forth.
Just another normal night...
“Did you kill him?”
“No,” Rocky’s voice said. “He’ll wake up.”
“He looks dead. Why did you do that? You were supposed to just rough him up.”
The bitch had set me up.
Even still, the pussy was worth it.
“How much did you find on him?” Rocky asked.
“Fifty bucks and two condoms,” the other guy said. “I thought you said he was banking cash? I checked his ride. We already trashed the garage. What the fuck?”
“Open your eyes, asshole,” Rocky ordered.
My head felt like it weighed two hundred pounds.
I managed to force my eyes open and it took me a few seconds to get a clear view of things.
Ava stood next to her father, that sweet, innocent woman long gone. She had her arms folded, her tits pouring from the top of the sundress.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked.
Rocky stepped forward and put the wrench under my chin. He forced me to look up at him. “I gave you one rule. Don’t look or touch my daughter. You’ve been breaking that rule for weeks. You’re out of here.”
“Most people just say you’re fired.”
“I’m making sure my message is fucking clear,” Rocky growled. “Now where do you keep your money?”
“You’re hustling me? Are you fucking serious?”
“You make a grand a week,” Ava said. “I do the payroll. You live for free above the garage. Where’s all the money you’ve been making?”
“Is this your retirement plan?” I asked Rocky.
He brought the wrench back, curling his lip.
He was going to break my jaw if he hit me.
“Daddy, don’t,” Ava said. “He’s probably broke.”
“What if I am?” I asked. “It’s my money. I’ll do what I want with it.”
“Fuck this,” the other guy said. “Let him go. Get him out of here.”
Rocky tossed the wrench. “Fine.” He untied the ropes around my wrists. “You know, Slade, you were damn good with your hands.”
“I know,” I said. “Ask your daughter how good I was.”
“Motherfucker!” Rocky yelled.
He lunged forward to grab the wrench again and I punched him in the gut. I knocked the wind out of him. He leaned forward and I grabbed the back of his head and drove his face to my knee. There was a crunch sound and Rocky ended up on the floor.
The other guy moved at me and I grabbed the wrench. One solid crack across his jaw and the guy was on the floor, out cold.
I dropped the wrench and stepped toward Ava. “You set me up, baby.”
“So? Like you care about me.”
“I don’t care about you. I never said I did. I just wanted to tear your pussy apart.”
“Then we both got what we wanted,” she said. She then touched my lips. “I purposely told Daddy fifteen minutes later than when I got here.”
I grinned. “If you wanted my dick that bad you could have asked a long time ago.”
“This was more fun.”
“Yeah, it’s been great.”
“I’m sorry, Slade. Times are tough, you know? I can’t believe you blew through all your money. Isn't your brother Roman? Aren’t you rich?”
“He’s rich, I’m not.”
“Daddy’s going to lose the house soon. That’s why we needed the money. He’s...”
“Save it,” I said. “I got what I wanted out of you, baby. Your pussy is still on my cock. All I need to do is jerk myself a little and I could smell my hand to smell you.”
Ava slapped me across the face. “Get the fuck out of here. They’re going to kill you.”
“Get the gun, Ava!” Rocky howled from the ground.
I walked out of the garage and got on my ride.
What a fucked up night.
I sped away and went to the garage.
As said, it was trashed. I managed to salvage some clothes and I tossed them into a bag. They really had tried hard to find my money. I had saved up quite a chunk of change over the last six months of working for Rocky. He paid cash, paid lots, and it made sense why. He was hoping I’d save it so he could fuck me over.
I went into the bathroom and lifted the corner tile next to the toilet. That’s where I had dug a hole to keep my money safe. Most people used a bank, but not me. I lived on the edge of life.
I stashed my cash into my bag and then looked at myself in the mirror.
I cleaned up the cut on my head and turned off the lights.
Just like that, I was back on the road, ready for another adventure.
One thing I knew for sure?
I always seemed to pick the wrong women to fuck.
(OLIVIA)
I felt the hand smack against my ass for the third time.
I hated working the midnight shift. Half the time it was completely dead. The other half it was with drunks passing through town and they loved to look at me as some kind of prize. Maybe in a sad way it was flattering because I didn’t feel beautiful at all, but then again, they were drunk and looking for sex.
I almost dropped a stack of dishes.
The guy who slapped me started to cackle, along with all his friends.
“That one sounded like it hurt,” someone said.
I looked behind the counter at Betty, a woman who had done the diner scene for far too long, and she winced. She mouthed sorry and walked away.
I managed to get to the back of the diner before I lost my cool.
I hated being the woman that cried over shit like that, but it just bothered me.
If the night couldn’t get any worse, ten minutes later, flashing lights pulled up in front of the diner.
Shit was about to hit the fan.
The door to the diner blasted open and Walker came charging in. He was a few inches taller than me, sexy in a skinny toned kind of way, and nothing like Owen. He wasn’t a cop. He and his family owned some company where they invested in other companies. Some kind of angel thing, I didn’t know. I didn’t really care either. Walker was nice to be around in the beginning and he took some of the pain from my heart. Then somehow a few years collected and we were said to be in a very serious relationship.
“Where is he?” Walker asked, loosening his tie and ripping it off.
Owen was right behind Walker, a snarl on his face. This was how they operated. Owen knew he had a reputation to uphold in town, so when it came down to the bad police work, he left it to Walker. For Owen, it was easier to fudge paperwork on someone else than himself.
I hurried from behind the counter, looking back at Betty. She meant well by calling Owen, thinking he would come in and kick the drunks out. Which he would normally be happy to do, but considering Walker was with Owen, that meant Betty said too much.
“Walker, don’t,” I whispered.
He grabbed me by my arms. He was stronger than me and when he grabbed with that kind of force, I knew he meant business. And not the kind that ended with a handshake and picture for social media. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to myself that Walker was borderline abusive with his tendencies, even if I didn’t wear bruises and scars on the outside of my body.