Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  “This is our room?” My head turned around to face him, but he was already behind me, wrapping my arms around my waist.

  “This is our house, babe. You can pick any room you want,” He responds simply, planting another warm kiss to my shoulder. “And you’re going to furnish it all.”

  I blinked at him only to look back to the fine space around us. It was a rather large room to come through with. There was even a little hallway leading into what I assumed was either a walk-in closet or a bathroom. As I wandered over to check which it was, Blackjack followed my steps with his arms refusing to leave me. I was semi-right; it was a hybrid between a closet leading into a bathroom.

  My head could only shake in disbelief, “I can’t believe you did all this.”

  “I had help. Been building this with your Dad for the last six months. We should have it done in about a week. Now, it was my idea to get you to move in with me, Monroe. But this was your Dad’s gift to you. He knew how much you loved it here when you were a girl. You know, he was building this place for you, right? I think somehow he knew you’d your find your way back home, to us,” he tells me.

  I turned around in that moment, sliding my hands down to his chest with a soft glance to his chest. “Thank you so much,” I muttered, softly. Looking back up at him, “Now, where were we?”

  His broke into a grin as he slid his hands from my sides back to my hips, pushing me backwards against the window until I was pressed into the cold surface. I raised my head up to meet his lips as he hungrily sought back my tongue. The touch of his hand drew up to my bra where he’d run his finger across the pink lace carefully before giving my breast a firm squeeze. I moaned into his mouth as he massaged against the mounds, making my back arch into the windows as he handled me roughly.

  This was so much different than our first night. We were nervous but passionate, willing to explore new boundaries. Now we were sure of ourselves which made us want to fuck each other wild. Blackjack was kneading into my chest to the point that I could feel my body rub up against his as he was pinning me to the windows.

  When I drew my thigh between his legs to stroke up against his hard cock, he let out a growl and took my leg up to his hip, so he could grind himself against me with force.

  I could only let out a little noise as I felt his need sitting at the base of his groin every time he pushed himself up against my wet heat. All I could think about was how much I wanted to go down on his thick member and take him for a ride.

  With that said, I shoved his boxers down his hip with the friction of my thigh before taking the back of his head to pull him in for another kiss. With my free hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base of him to give him a little squeeze. Blackjack rolled his hips into my hand, making me start stroking him right then and there.

  When I started getting faster, he stopped my hand right there and shook his head.

  “Not like that, Ash. Not when you’re already wet for me,” he mutters huskily before taking the head of his cock against my wet lips.

  “Mmm, ah,” I sigh, feeling his tip circling me slowly. The very heat of him made my body pool with wetness as I bucked my hips up to him, begging for him to slide inside me already.

  He slowly started to insert himself inside, my walls burning to accommodate the thickness of him. I let out a little yelp, the sharp pain slowly being overwhelmed with the wet sensation he made me feel.

  My insides were practically fitting themselves for his dick as he withdrew himself for one moment to send another quick thrust inside, making my back arch all at once. I tried to push myself up the window at once but as soon as he saw me struggling, he automatically took my thighs under his hands and lifted me to the wall––sending a full thrust before he was completely immersed inside me.

  “Blackjack!” I let out a gasp and he moans at how tight I am.

  “Fuck,” he curses, shifting his hips against me as he continues to push me into the glass with one hand next to my head. “God, you feel so fucking right squeezing my dick like that.”

  At that sentence, I automatically rolled my hips up to his to return his thrust. He pulled me higher up the window and continues off that roll with a slow pace of thrusts, each one of them making me bounce against the glass.

  His mouth bites down to my nipple and I let out a cry, feeling him completely tear me apart every time he pushes himself in further. I could only sink my nails into his shoulders as he kept fucking me against the window, building up the ecstasy running between us.

  His hips slapped hard against mine until our skin sounded like the beat of a drum. He kept his hard thrusts going until only thing I could feel was the building climax rubbing up against my clit. The spots he reached were places I couldn’t even dream of touching.

  While his mouth played with one breast, his hand kept massaging the other as his dick circled my insides ‘til I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thigh.

  “Mmm, Rob,” I let out in his ear, “I’m going to–”

  “Come for me, Monroe,” He growls, forcing himself inside me “I want to feel you come all over my cock”

  “Ah!” I throw my head back as he forces my hips back to the glass with each thrust. I felt like I was being driven higher and higher in ecstasy, his little bites and squeezes making me grow closer to where I wanted to be. The sensation was overpowering to the point I couldn’t think straight.

  He fucked me harder, knowing full well what I wanted. Both hands were on my ass, lifting me up to take his cock properly as the buildup continued. I kept panting, already on the verge of breaking as it was. He was so hard inside me, I was sure he would burst any moment.

  Before I could hold back any longer, I let out a hard moan and the sensation ripped across my entire body. Blackjack thrust one more time inside me until I could feel his release spread throughout my insides. The only thing I could hear was his low pants as we tried to keep up with our lungs.

  Finally, the two of us slid down to the floor, holding ourselves without a thought of letting go.

  CHAPTER 16

  Ashley

  The last month had passed by in the blink of an eye. Blackjack, my dad and even the twins had been pitching in to get my house finished so we could move in as soon as possible. We had been staying in my childhood home with Dad and Dex, too. Last weekend we could finally put the furniture in. Blackjack and I furnished the house together despite him insisting that I’d be better off doing it myself. I understood where he was coming from, but this was our home, so it needed to represent both of our tastes. Once I explained that to him it was smooth sailing.

  It’d taken us the last few days to arrange everything the way I wanted it to be, Blackjack couldn’t help but scoff and make jokes about having my home pristine and proper just like my mother would have. I can’t deny it, I was just like her. The only thing I was looking forward to was all the boys from the club coming over for dinner one night, hopefully soon.

  Dex was thrilled about the entire thing, he appreciated having a bigger bedroom where he could fit a desk and a wardrobe and whatever the hell else he wanted. When he came up to me and asked if he could invite friends over for a bonfire once we were settled – I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  It was the first time I felt like I was considered a guardian in his life––more or less, even a parent. I brought it up to Blackjack and even he looked stunted.

  “What did you end up saying?” He’d ask, a little smile approaching his lips.

  The two of us had been trying to move a dining table into the house at the time.

  “Well, I asked how many people he wanted to bring?” I say, giving him a shrug while adjusting my hands at each end of the table, “He said four and that’s more than fine with me.”

  “Uhuh,” He’d nod as he looked behind him to step back some.

  “What?” I narrowed my eyes at him skeptically.

  “Nothing, nothing. A little more to the left, babe.”

  “What’s on
your mind?”

  Blackjack had looked up at the floor, the humor on his face more apparent. “The kid never asks for permission for anything,” he finally said before he slowly dropped the table to its feet. “I think he’s really warming up to you.”

  From then on, it felt like things were getting easier than where I started. When I stumbled back home, I was bruised and battered with almost no recollection of what love really was. Now, I felt sure that I had found not only a sanctuary but friends and family that fixed the remnants of my broken trust. I could wake up looking forward to the day instead of counting my blessings that I was still alive.

  It was no longer about survival but more about what else I could do to make my life complete.

  The signs were evident after the last week of putting the finishing details into our house. I had woken up in our new bed, memory foam and all, feeling sick in the middle of our first night. Blackjack didn’t stir from his sleep until he could hear me retching in our bathroom and got up in a heartbeat to help me hold my hair back. At the time, I assured him it was a stomach flu or something I ate for dinner.

  He got me water while I brushed my teeth, a nervous feeling building up in the pit of my stomach. Even when he walked me back to bed and I had water to cool me down, I felt restless that night. A part of me was fighting with my rational side, knowing full well that I was expecting my period in the following two or three days.

  I couldn’t have been pregnant. After my miscarriage, the chances of me ever having a child were close to slim. That’s what I told myself up until my period was two weeks late and I was stuck facing a difficult decision followed up with an even more awkward appointment.

  “You’re positive?” I ask while wringing my hands together at the news.

  Doctor Carter nods before handing me the paperwork. “As positive as these results

  I took them and flattened them up to my lap, sifting through the information until I could see it for myself. It was just as she said. Positive. I was pregnant.

  “How is this possible?” I mutter to myself. “After the trauma I experienced, I thought I wasn’t able to––”

  She leans over from her seat to take my knee, stopping me mid-sentence.

  “Never say never, kid. You’re not the first domestic survivor to be able to conceive after a recent trauma,” she assures me with a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s a physical obstacle and sometimes it’s a mental thing. A lot of mothers are unable to have another child because they’ve scared themselves to death into thinking they can’t. It tricks the body from being able to do what it does naturally.”

  I nod, understanding exactly what she was describing. That was the period I had to force myself to overcome. If I had to go through it again alone, I didn’t think I would have survived it even if I did come through alive.

  “Does he know?” Doctor Carter asks.

  “No,” I said almost immediately. “I haven’t told him yet.”

  “You’ve been showing some signs, haven’t you? Men can be simple minded, but they catch on pretty quick when something’s wrong.”

  “We never talked about this in our plans though!” I exasperate, almost on the verge of crying. “I don’t know what he’ll think. We just,” We just found each other again is what I wanted to say. After everything, we just finally have what we always wanted, and I’m terrified right now, terrified that this baby could make him upset.

  She gives me a sympathetic look before displacing her hand from my knee to my shoulder, “Breathe easy, Ash. He’s not your ex-husband.”

  “No. He isn’t,” I finally admit, “I don’t know what he’ll make of the news or if he even wants to have more kids.”

  The doctor scoffs, pulling her arm back to her side with a knowing smile. “If it’s Rob, I know he’ll want at least two more with you, child. Hell, probably four or five more.”

  “Well, we’ll find out when he comes home.” I let out a little laugh, unable to restrain myself from the tears any longer. I brought my hands up to my face and wiped what I could as Doctor Carter could only watch me in concern.

  “Maybe you’re right and I’m overreacting.” My voice regains itself as I wiped the last of the waterworks. “I just I never expected myself to be able to—”

  “Like I said,” she cuts me off again, shaking her head, “never say never.”

  Doctor Carter’s advice was the greatest lesson in my life and, yet I was still finding it difficult to come to terms with telling Blackjack. I had no idea what his reaction would be despite Carters assurances. I knew he wouldn’t hit me or deny it as true the way Harry had, but I didn’t know if it was something he truly wanted.

  After all, he was already a father on top of his responsibilities within the club. What could I tell him if he didn’t want the child?

  I needed to talk to someone before I could tell him about my pregnancy. Should I talk to my dad? For some reason, that didn’t sit well with my conscience given that my father had a habit of blowing things out of proportion whenever I shared any piece of news with him.

  However, I couldn’t blame Daddy for overreacting. Knowing him, he’d be overjoyed at the idea of him being a grandfather. Meanwhile, Blackjack might not think it smart to have a kid this early in our relationship, good lord, I didn’t think it was smart either, and yet it happened.

  How would that conversation go with them? I almost shuddered at the idea of there being another fight over me being pregnant. I had to swallow down my fear and reflect on my next move. It was more than evident

  I was going to have to tell Blackjack about the news but before that, I decided to head over to the club where I could count on opinions from the two men who have never judged me no matter what – Zane and Kade, my brothers.

  When I walked into the club, I was surprised to find that the only living soul inside was Edd, aka Havoc. I made my way up to the bar as the he was busying himself with cleaning his bar top. He looked up for a moment to find me walking in his direction and I saw his expression change from boredom to amusement.

  “If you’re looking for your guy again, he’s out another run,” he tells me, eyes sinking back to the countertops.

  “I know that.” I assure him before taking a seat, “Have you seen the twins?”

  He gave me the most dumbfounded look I’d ever seen. “Have you lost your marbles two times in a row, kid?”

  I furrowed my brows, “Am I missing something?”

  “The twins are out with your man. Your dad’s been asking for extra men, hasn’t he?” Edd shakes his head down at the counters, “Can’t be too careful with everything that’s been going on.”

  “Oh,” I deadpan.

  He was right. I hadn’t realized that both Kade and Zane were out with the rest of the guys. It made me feel both ridiculous and alone at the same time. Even if I didn’t say anything, Edd knew something was up.

  “What’s on your mind, kid?” He asks.

  I look up from my lap, shaking my head. “Nothing, It’s just been…,” I start before letting out a thick exhale, “It’s been quite a day. I don’t know what to say.”

  “Need something to take the edge off?” He offers.

  I almost said yes.

  “No, no.” I shake my head, putting my hand down. “Just some water if that’s okay.”

  “You got it.” He nods before turning around to face the sink.

  As I listened to him fill a glass with water, the doors opened behind me before closing with a heavy thud a moment later. Edd slid the glass in my direction and as I caught it, he greeted someone I didn’t expect to see so soon.

  “How was school today?” Edd asks Dex.

  “Fine,” the boy responds, his footsteps echoing behind me. “They have an assembly for the football game and I’ve got tests to study for, even with this long weekend they gave us so much homework!”

  “I’ll help you with it later if you need it, okay?” I offer.

  “Thanks Ash. You looking for my dad?” I smile at D
ex finally calling me Ash, it took him a while to get used to it.

  “No. My brothers,” I say, taking a brief sip of my water.

  “The twins, right?”

  “Mhm. Your uncles!” I smirk, and he laughs.

  “Are they here? I thought they were on a run.”

  “Your thoughts are correct,” I sigh, “I’m wondering why you know that though?” It wasn’t such a big deal, but no child should know anything about when or if the guys are going on runs.

  Dex’s brows furrowed in concern. “I’m not a little kid, everyone here is my family so I know what happens. Is everything okay between you and my dad?”

  I looked up at him, understanding full well that he got the wrong idea.

  “Of course, everything’s okay, honey,” I say before averting my eyes to my lap. “I’m just—everything’s a bit upside down.”

  “Upside down?”

  “Yeah, but seriously don’t worry about it,” I assure him, lifting my head up to give him my best affirmative smile.

  He didn’t look convinced. “Do you want to talk about it?” The boy asks, and I felt my heart swell up.

  “You just offered so I’m gonna tell you something before I tell your old man, alright?”

  “Alright.” He gives me a sympathetic look.

  I closed my eyes, the stress starting to disperse from my thoughts as I pieced the whole puzzle of the situation together.

  “You can’t tell your Dad until I do.” My voice comes through slowly, “I went to the doctor’s today and I found out I’m pregnant. You’re going to have a baby brother or sister in a few months, kiddo”

  Dex’s eyes went wide and for a moment, I felt my anxiousness peak. The boy stood up from his seat and opens his arms to pull me into a big hug. “That’s fantastic news!”

  I felt astonished that he was taking everything so well. Like a balloon, I was filled with so much relief that it felt so unreal. Dex pulled away from me for a moment, that smile pulling across his features.