Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  She suddenly grabs me, pulling me closer to her and wrapping her legs around me so that my shaft is so much deeper into her. Her eyes are closed, moaning as her nails dig into me. My body responds automatically, thrusting into her, slowly but deep, fighting through her tight, slippery flesh that is squeezing me so tight.

  “Faster, please,” she begs me, and fuck me if I am not going to comply with what she wants. She is my wild Cinderella, and she gets what she wants from me.

  So, I pick up the pace, the sounds of sexy as hell moans echoing through the room as I know I am hitting her g-spot with this. It makes me go harder, wanting to make sure I give her the best pleasure possible. The feel of her is the best I have ever had, and it is like a glove that is tailored to fit me perfectly, expanding just when I need her to.

  My eyes roll back in my head as she calls my name and begins to shiver and shake underneath me. I know what is coming, and I slow down, making her savor it, making her wait until she has the biggest build of that orgasm. I can tell by the way her body tenses and her nails dig deeper that she is so close. Then, I feel it, that tight squeeze that makes me call to as well, being milked of more cum by this beautiful body below me.

  Both of us turn to jelly afterward, our limbs completely relaxed with the euphoria of being with one another. I pull Selena into my arms and kiss the back of her head and her neck, up to her ear. “You are so damn perfect, Cinderella,” I tell her.

  CHAPTER 17

  Selena

  I wake up to arms wrapped around me, holding me so tight that I can’t move an inch even if I tried. I can’t help but smile at the position I’m in. For so long I have fought him tooth and nail, and part of me thinks that I still will continue to fight him every step of the way. There’s one thing that I know for sure and that is that I have a thing for the very man I was so determined to stay away from, and from the looks of it, he’s infatuated with me too.

  Christian is many things. At the top of the list I’d put arrogant, cocky, self-centered, but as I go down, I see the good things about him, like his sense of humor, his stubborn and strong willed-nature.

  “I know you’re awake,” he reveals in my ear, causing my smile to grow. “What do the kids like for breakfast? Pancakes, sausage, the usual stuff?”

  Is Christian Steele really about to go into my kitchen and cook for me, my brother and my sisters? When I don’t answer him soon enough, I hear a text being shot off and then it returned. “Breakfast will be here in twenty minutes. I got an entire spread.”

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. He encases his arms further around me, brushing his finger against my hip bone, sending chills through my entire body. Christian made me forget every horrible thing that I went through a few weeks ago, and he replaced it with something so beautiful, with so much pleasure and joy. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d be in bed with Christian today with just a small touch sending shivers down my spine, I’d call them insane.

  “Yeah, I did, Cinderella. It’s time your brother and sisters meet your new boyfriend, don’t you think?” My eyes widen, and I try hard to flip around, this is moving way too fast. I just told the giant muscled up jerk last night that I liked him. I am not trying to make a big deal out of whatever this is between him and I. Fuck, I don’t even know what it is yet!

  Christian turns me around towards him, his strong hand gliding up my body until he’s cupping my face. “You think too much, stop that.”

  “I do no-“. His lips crush down against mine, shutting me up instantly. I can’t help but give into the kiss, taking every nip and bite with such pleasure, loving the way his tongue softly dances with mine, the push and pull. Everything about Christian Steele screams rough and domineering and yet he isn’t that way with me. It’s like he slows himself down and takes his time, while still being that strong-as-shit alpha that we both know he is.

  “Yes, you do, now get your perfect ass into that shower. I’m starved, and I want that pussy on my tongue. I’ve waited far too long for it, baby.” Christian rises from his side and stands, naked body in glorious perfection. He looks so different than his brothers. They’re thin and dark, and he’s the opposite; bulky and blonde with the perfect blue eyes.

  I know I am in for something spectacular as he follows me to the shower, slapping my ass on the way. I get in, the water warm against my skin as he gets in behind me. I feel the added heat coming off of his body in this little shower where we barely fit in it together. I never thought there would be an advantage to such a thing. But there are so many good things about being close to Christian Steele, no matter the way I protest it.

  He comes up behind me, kissing at the water droplets that are rolling down my neck. I feel myself getting instantly saturated for him. I have had such little experience with men, but I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel so turned on by just a simple touch.

  I feel his shaft against me, and his hands come around to stroke at my lower stomach, moving lower ever so slowly. I feel the smirk on his lips as I back my ass up against him. He knows that he is teasing me, torturing me.

  He doesn’t make me wait too long, though, spinning me around so I can see that smile of his, the front of his body damp from where he was pressed to me under the shower head. I didn't know it would be possible, but the hot ass before me looks even sexier under water.

  Before I can say or do anything, he is dipping down to his knees, spreading my legs open as much as we can in this space. I don't know what to expect, but I brace myself as his tongue heads straight for my clit, causing me to moan and lean back against the wall of the shower.

  His tongue flicks across it, making me jump with each sensitive movement of his tongue along the spot. I can feel my center aching and begging for more, for a release I hope he is able to give me this way because damn does his tongue feel delicious on my skin.

  He moves his tongue around in a circular motion, and I am lost, feeling like I can cum right now when he moves down, down, down, until his tongue slides inside me, causing me to gasp at the new sensation and the memory of what it felt like to have his cock there.

  He laps me up like I am providing sustenance, and I hear him sigh, clearly enjoying my flavor. I thrust into him as his tongue goes deeper, finding just where to tongue fuck me. I almost drop to the ground in pleasure, but he puts his hand out to help hold me up as he makes me shiver and shake to climax.

  ***

  Christian wasn’t kidding. Okay, maybe he was. He didn’t order a whole “spread” as he called it. He ordered enough food to feed a fucking village in Africa. I’m staring into my kitchen, and every surface is covered. There is no room left for anything.

  Anything that we could have wanted is here – biscuits, pancakes, crepes, waffles, muffins of every variety, fresh fruit, sausage, bacon, scrapple, grits, scrambled eggs, western omelets, and I’m pretty sure I saw quiche too. Not to mention the coffee and variety of juices he had brought in too. I’m standing in my kitchen in awe of everything sitting before me as Luke comes down the stairs. “Sel’….I wasn’t going to say this to you last night, but I know who that was.”

  I glance quickly over to my little brother. “I’m sure you did.” Luke knows more gossip than I do, which tells me that he knows everything the magazines say about Christian. He walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a plate, going past every option and grabbing a hefty serving of each. I hear Sabrina’s quick little footsteps trotting down the stairwell, and in one second, I know she has Ellie because “PANCAKES!” is being screamed almost right next to my ear.

  “Yep, baby, we’ve got pancakes,” I tell Ellie, grabbing her from Sabrina’s arms. “Go ahead and fill up a plate.” I’m speaking to Sabrina, and she listens, giving me zero attitude, which is very welcome since all she’s been doing the last two weeks is giving me loads of it. Pre-teen attitude is no joke! I swear, I thought I was going to kill her a good few times.

  Out of nowhere, I start hearing the sound of drilling causing me
to instantly be alarmed. Christian comes down the stairwell, rubbing his head with a towel, his presence calming me down. “Relax. It’s the guys I hired to get your new door fixed up for you. They’ll be in and out today replacing the windows, the back door, and installing an alarm system. I figured that the group of us could eat breakfast here and then go do something fun…like the zoo…?” Christian struggles with the last bit, asking like it’s a question. “I don’t know what kids like, but I like the zoo…and…yeah, I just thought the zoo would be a nice place to go today.”

  “ZOO!” Ellie screams in agreement.

  I giggle and nod, “The zoo it is.”

  The group up of us ate breakfast at the house, Christian and I both had enough caffeine to keep us awake for 40 days before we left to go to the zoo, where on the car ride we had the most awkward conversation about how Christian is my boyfriend. By we, I mean Christian flat out told them. There was no coaxing or easing into it. It was full throttle, “I’m dating your sister!”

  Jesus. What have I gotten myself into?

  Luckily, the distraction of the zoo comes quickly, all the kids excited for different reasons. Luke is already thinking about the food the zoo has to offer, typical of a teenage boy, while Sabrina and Ellie are asking to go immediately see their favorite animals.

  “Whoa, whoa,” I say, not being able to hold back my chuckle at their excitement. We almost never get to do things like this because we can’t afford it, or I am always working. If Christian could give me any worthy gift, this is it. “We are going to take our time and see and do everything. We are going to enjoy this. Can you have a little patience?” I asked of them, not sounding as stern about it as I perhaps should.

  Christian comes strolling up with one of those wagons that can be rented at the front, and both Ellie and Sabs squeal happily, getting in. “I think this will help so they don't get too tired out,” Christian says with a charming wink. The girls are going to worship him after this. It is funny how simple it seems to get everyone on board with me having a boyfriend, especially a Steele. Though, I can see the skepticism in Luke’s eyes every time he looks Christian over. It is both sweet and maddening to see my little brother so protective of me.

  “Now, which way should we go first?” Christian asks, to which he gets a pointing finger from Ellie as she bounces up and down with uncontrolled excitement.

  We take off in the direction she points, straight for the gorillas and the other primates, and as Christian pulls the wagon, I get a strange look from Luke. “I didn't expect him to be so nice to kids,” he whispers to me, and I can’t help but laugh at his assessment of my supposed boyfriend.

  “I think there are a lot of layers to him,” I say back, looking up to see that Christian is smiling back at me as the girls get their first look at the gorillas. We all need this day, and I hate to admit it, but he deserves a big thank you for this.

  The rest of the day goes by, and it is so much more fun than I even remembered. We end up seeing every animal in the place, even getting to watch the elephants take a bath and the snakes get fed. The kids are thrilled, and at the end of it all, Luke got his food; a huge Italian pizza to share at the café and milkshakes.

  CHAPTER 18

  Christian

  We all knew that this day was coming whether we liked it or not. There was no stopping fate or cancer. Mason fought a great fight. He was a fearless old bastard who told it like it was, and that’s why so many of us loved the man. Today is his funeral, a day that will destroy Brook. I know it, and Logan knows it too.

  I was lucky or unlucky enough, depending on how you look at it, to be there when he passed. He refused to be hooked up to tubes and oxygen in a stuffy hospital room, so I had hospice coming into his apartment to take care of him when it got bad. I will be forever thankful that the old man didn’t fight me on having people there to help him when he needed it.

  I remember the last words he spoke to me. Even in his last moments, he wasn’t concerned about himself or the amount of pain he was in. His main concern was always his girls; Ashley and Brook. He told me to watch over them, even Ashley, and told me that no matter what, the Steeles better be watching over Ashley too because he’d be haunting the fuck outta us if we weren’t. I chuckled at that, even on his deathbed he was making threats, or promises, as he would call them. There was one more thing that he said that resonated with me, he told me not to fuck it up with my princess. I would never do that, and he knew it. I’ve come to realize over the last couple of weeks that, yes, I am in love with Selena Jacobsen, the woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

  Today is about Mason and the great life that he had lived. He was never just a bartender to any of us, especially Brook. He was everything to her, an adoptive grandfather if you will.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea. I should not be meeting your brothers or soon to be sister officially at a damn funeral, Chris,” Selena chastises me, pacing her bedroom like the nervous wreck that she is. “Do you know how fucked up that is? For me to meet your family at a funeral?”

  “It’s not fucked up at all, Cinderella,” I assure at her, walking across the room to grab her hands with my own. “There is nothing fucked up about me wanting you beside me when we put to rest someone who was so important to me. Mason and I may not have known each other for as long as he and Brooklyn did, but we bonded. I am going to miss that old shit more than anything, and I’m going to need you there. Okay?”

  I hate admitting when I can’t be the strong one. As the man, it’s my duty to be strong all of the time, but today is different. Today is something that I knew was coming but could never prepare for no matter how much I tried.

  “Okay,” she mutters, rising up on her tippy toes to give me a gentle peck on the lips. “Your fearless shield maiden is here!”

  “You are no Lagertha, dear, you’re more like an Aslaug.” Her eyes go wide at the comparison. I know very well that she will hate me calling her Aslaug.

  We binge watch Vikings almost every night, even the episodes that we’ve watched previously.

  “I am not some witch bitch who seduces married men to fuck them and have so many sons so Thor or Odin or whatever the hell his name is can be happy! OKAY?” She snaps, making me chuckle.

  “You are no Viking. You are my Cinderella, my princess, got it?”

  “Princesses like to be spoiled, and I hate it.”

  “No. You just act like you hate to be spoiled, and I know that for a fact.” She does a great job at acting like she doesn’t like me to spoil her, but she does.

  “We’re going to be late,” Selena tells me, changing the subject like I knew she was going to. She was right, though, we were going to be late if we didn’t get a move on it, and I’d be damned if I didn’t get to say goodbye to my friend one last time.

  ***

  “It was a beautiful service. He’d have loved that all of you showed up, and he’d hate that we’re all standing around in a circle not drinking to him. We’d better fix that real quick before my Pops comes back and haunts the living fuck out of us!” Ashley sadly chuckles, walking around the bar and pulling out a bottle of Mason’s favorite brandy. I know the bottle well, Mason said it was saved for something special, I just never expected it to be this day.

  Ashley begins pouring us each a heavy glass, and everything is great until she gets to Brooklyn who shakes her head. This prompted my attention; my curiosity got the best of me. I’ve learned a lot about women’s bodies over the past few weeks, and especially what happens after pregnancy. Like for example, women who are breastfeeding can drink because they can do this pump and dump method, where they pump their breastmilk out, test it for alcohol content, and then dump it. When they pump and there is no alcohol content, then they can feed the baby.

  “Uh, well, I was going to tell this to you in private, but since I’m kind of making a scene about this now, I’m just going to tell you that we’re having another baby, and no it’s not a fluke. I had Reggie take me to
the doc, and we confirmed. I was shocked, doc was shocked, but she said it wasn’t impossible to get pregnant again this early!” Brooklyn dotingly smiles at my brother, he shakes his head and belly laughs.

  “I told you, she wants a fucking basketball team!” Logan kisses her roughly as the rest of us smile. I can’t help but pull my Cinderella closer to me. One day that will be us, announcing a pregnancy. I just can’t wait for that to happen. After a few minutes, we all settle down and sit in dead silence, each sipping on our brandy.

  “Mason was a great man, one that I think we all owe a lot to,” Logan says to the group of us, pulling Brooklyn into his arms.

  She offers a half smile to my brother and nods, then looks to Ashley. “He was the greatest man I knew, treated me like his own granddaughter from the very first moment that I entered his life, and he even treated Seb the same.”

  “Yeah. I know Seb hates that he can’t be here right now,” I tell her. Sebastian is Brook’s little brother, and he’s out of the country on a business trip now.

  Ashley groans, pulling up the barstool that Mase always sat on whenever it got a little slow. She sits back and stares out at the entire bar. We’re the only people in here, figuring that this would be a great way to remember Mason – by going to his bar and having a drink. Ashley had said he didn’t have too many friends and pissed off most of the company that he encountered, so she opted for a quieter service.

  “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with this place. He left it to me, and I have no plans to throw away my career and manage this bar. It’s his legacy, I’m too career driven to honor him.” Brook tears herself away from Logan’s arms and goes around the other side of the bar to comfort her friend. I pull Selena up on my lap and watch as Brook and Ashley talk amongst themselves, both nodding with forced smiles on their faces. It’s then when I get the most brilliant idea on planet earth.

  “Let me buy Mason’s,” I tell Ashley. She turns her head over to my direction, and before she can speak, I’ve already started. “I’m not kidding. Sell me Mason’s. I’ll make sure that his legacy stays alive. You don’t want the burden of having to manage this joint while your career is skyrocketing, so let me do it. I don’t mean to seem insensitive, Ashley, I really don’t, but I think that this is a feasible option for both of us. Don’t you think?”