by Eden O'Neill
Merely chuckling in response, Royal dropped an arm around December. He leaned into her. “Seems like they worked it out.”
I had no idea what we’d worked out. I had no idea what we were fucking doing, but for whatever reason I heated up as Knight laced his fingers with mine. Once there, he tugged me even closer before jerking a chin at Royal.“You still good at making omelets?”
“Vegan ones, yeah,” December cut in. Chuckling herself, she looped her arms around Royal’s waist. “But I guess he’s good at the other kind too.”
As it turned out the vegan omelets had been for December. I guessed she was a vegan. It was at this point I actually had to admit I wasn’t vegetarian because the boys started making up bacon for themselves to go with the eggs, and hell if I was missing out on that.
“Figured,” was all Knight said before dashing that sexy-as-fuck smile at me. The presence immediately caused me to stare at his ass when he turned around, his athletic shorts hugging his firm and muscular butt, and noticing me, December waved in Royal’s direction. Her eyebrows danced. “Believe me. You’ll get used to it.”
Her own attention drifted across Royal’s backside, and the pair of us laughed, getting more than curious looks from both boys.
December waved her hand again. “Don’t worry about us. Please continue.”
Royal merely rolled his eyes while Knight stuck his tongue out a little, so playful when he usually wasn’t. I liked this side of him, definitely more relaxed. He and Royal continued to make breakfast, and when Royal finished December’s vegan omelet with some egg substitute the frat had, Knight plated it, then handed it off to her.
“Vegan omelet for Her Majesty.” He bowed to her, his hands together in prayer, and she swiped the magazine again. It lodged straight as his head when she threw it, and growling, he started to take that plate back. “Try that again and—”
“Don’t fucking yell at my girl.” Royal smacked Knight’s arm with the back of his hand, the two bros chuckling. Knight returned December’s plate before bouncing eyebrows at me and bending his big body over the counter. “Good, little dove?”
He’d actually made the whole omelet himself, and I nodded, taking another bite. “I suppose it’s all right. Could use a little something, though.”
“Like class,” December finished for me, and I smiled. I think I might like this girl, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up to these big guys.
Knight pointed at her. “Don’t fucking teach her things.”
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” I said, agreeing, and his eyebrows launched clear up his face. I smiled. “But then again maybe I like my eggs with a little bit of brute.”
I had no idea where that had come from, but I’d been brave enough to say it, tease him. Whatever the case, he didn’t hate it, winking at me before going back to the skillet with Royal.
December moved in. “I think you’ll fit in just fine,” she said. “The trick is to hold your own. If you do, they back off.”
“I said don’t fucking teach her things.” Knight’s dark eyebrows descended like storm clouds. “She already has enough of a mouth on her.” His eyes softened at me. “But maybe I like a little mouth with my eggs.”
This exchange caused Royal to shift his body around, shaking his head at the pair of us before dropping his arm around December. Knight said before we came downstairs the pair was engaged, and I pretty much confirmed now it was probably her clothes Knight had given me. He’d called these two for help, to help himself, yeah, but they’d also given something to me.
There was so much about that day that still confused me, but at the moment, I found myself hard-pressed to ask. Things seemed, I don’t know, weirdly normal, and Knight didn’t scare me like he probably should. That probably had something to do with the fact that Knight couldn’t seem to keep either his hands or eyes off me the rest of the morning. I was always in his view, his space, and after eating breakfast, we all reconvened on the couch together. The guys quickly went into playing video games, and though I went to take my own seat, Knight wouldn’t let me.
“Here,” he said, staking his claim. Keeping me on his lap, he played with his controller around me, tucking me into his bear-sized chest as he yelled at Royal from the other side of the sectional couch. He played too while December watched, her eyes sometimes on the game but mostly on Knight and me. She kept whispering things to Royal too while the boys played, things I couldn’t hear, but whatever they were, the conversation had them both smiling. Eventually, Royal played his controller with his arm slung around his girl’s waist, and I noticed the ring hanging from her neck. It was a silver one, like Knight’s. Currently, Knight wore his, putting it on before we both came downstairs.
“The frat’s cleaning crew is going to be here in like an hour,” Knight announced eventually, but he didn’t stop playing. He continued on against the computer when Royal placed his controller off to the side. Knight grinned. “I assume you’ll both see yourselves out.”
Royal tossed a pillow at him, calling him, “Fucker,” to which Knight returned the same. He’d given Royal an earful for telling December about what happened here while the pair cooked breakfast, and I think the only reason December had let him get away with that was because she’d been talking to me. As it turned out, she went to Pembroke as well, a junior like Knight. Royal was actually a new freshman like me, but the same age. She’d said he’d worked first before going back to school, and they both started this year like I had. She’d transferred in.
December wrestled Knight’s hair after getting up from the couch, and after he tossed a pillow at her, Royal and December put their coats back on. They’d removed them before breakfast. I guessed it had been raining that morning before they came over.
“It was good meeting you, Greer,” December said at the door, smiling at me. She had her hand laced with Royal’s. “And don’t let that asshole bully you. I just happened to know for a fact he’s all bark and no bite once you break him down.”
I was starting to see that, but Knight rolled his eyes at what December said. Royal tossed he’d get at him later from the door, and after it closed behind them, I assumed Knight would put the controller down since the cleaning crew was coming. Instead, he only reached over to the other side of the couch. He grabbed Royal’s controller, giving it to me. “I thought they’d never fucking leave.”
I took it from him, and though I didn’t know how to play, I let him teach me. I fucking sucked, first person shooters or really any kind of game not my thing, but eventually, I was able to stick around long enough without Knight immediately sniping me off. Funny enough, I got some good licks in, which hadn’t angered him but made him chuckle behind me. It was a nice sound, his laughter, and he didn’t do it nearly enough.
“Like this,” he instructed, putting down my controller and letting me use his. “You can’t run around like a damn squirrel. Stand up for yourself.”
My look curious on him, I let him teach me, his hands falling to rest on my hips while he lounged back and let me play. I had to be putting his lap to sleep at this point but he didn’t complain.
“Your friends seem nice,” I said, passive about it but it was true. They did seem nice and not crazy like I believed they might be. I mean, they came to his rescue after what happened with Bryce. No questions asked.
“They’re all right.” He said this, but I definitely heard the smile to his voice. He played with the hem of my shirt, which happened to be his. “Royal asked about how you were doing. And he did remember you from when we were kids once I reminded him.”
And how could I forget him? I nodded, the one who held down that dog while Knight crushed its head in. That little blond boy back then seemed like a far cry different from the guy here today. He completely doted over December. But then again, Knight was acting different too.
His hands at my hips while he helped teach me his game, he truly was hot and cold. To the point where it was scary sometimes even. My little man died on the screen,
and Knight thought it best we not play anymore since the crew was coming. He put my controller down, but didn’t let me go, his hand still full of my thigh. He tapped his ring against my skin, a gorilla’s mouth on it.
“I noticed December wore one of these around her neck,” I said. He lifted his hand and let me observe it, the thing really scary and so angry. “What is it?”
“Doesn’t mean much around here, but it does,” he stated, watching me study it. “Half the guys in this frat wear them. It’s called a King ring and represents a brotherhood from my hometown. December wears Royal’s. He gave it to her when they started dating. As kids, us guys got them in high school, like a fraternity thing but not in college. Doesn’t mean as much as it used to. At least to me.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Because this little ring has made some of the men in my town do some horrible things, power related.” He shook his head. “It even got one of my friends killed.”
“Jesus.” Chills down my arms, Knight’s expression terse. He lowered his hand, making a fist with the ring.
“Some dark things have been done due to this ring in the past, but Royal’s trying to correct some of them. He’s president now, but still, cancer can’t always been killed. The Court, that’s what we call the society, has bred some truly awful monsters. I come from several generations of the Court. But even our noses aren’t clean.”
It made me think about that night with Bryce again, so easy the world had been able to move on from that, and I wondered if his boys’ club was a part of the reason. The Reeds were very powerful.
I wet my lips. “But you don’t have to be like that.”
His fingers unfurled, his jaw moving. “I’m hoping to be more like my dad. He was Court too before he died, but so not Court. At least, how I remembered him. He was a good man. Didn’t get caught up in all the shit.”
Smiling, I lay against him. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah. Gramps is a good man too. All this shit’s just real hard, you know? Being legacy, a lot of eyes fall on you.”
I didn’t know, but I did sympathize.
And suddenly the big brute with his privileged past didn’t seem so simple. I touched his chest, and Knight pulled back the collar of my shirt, his fingers drifting beneath. “Knight—”
“Stop shaking, dove.”
I shuddered instead, his fingers unfastening the shirt’s top button before exposing my shoulder.
He tasted with small bites, my skin flushing beneath his teeth. “No one’s here. We got a little bit.”
He squeezed my breasts through the shirt, and I realized he’d lied to his friends, the cleaning crew coming but obviously not right now.
“No fucking bra,” he growled, lowering his head of dark hair. He eased his teeth across my hard nipples, biting and sucking and making the material dark through the shirt.
I moaned, cradling the back of his head as he shifted me off his lap, then on my back. Reaching behind, he tugged his T-shirt off, exposing his hard flesh before balling it up and tossing it on the floor. With a harsh jerk, he pulled at the boxers I wore, sliding both them and my underwear off. Suddenly bare, I forced my thighs together, wriggling. “What if someone comes?”
“No one’s coming. I swear to God.” He unbuttoned my shirt until I was fully naked, his eyes liquid heat. Touching his mouth down, he dipped his tongue into my belly button. “No one’s fucking seeing you but me.”
The claim he staked burned my core, that I actually wanted him to exclaim such a thing. That I wanted to be his, completely owned by him as he spread my legs apart.
His eyes darkened at the sight of my already dripping sex, his coal-black locks hanging over his eyes and making him look like a madman. He pulled his thick digits through it, then gripped my thigh, locking it over his bicep. He disappeared between my legs and immediately sucked my lower lips into his mouth.
“Christ. Fuck. Knight.”
A chuckle, gravelly and sex-crazed drummed below me, Knight’s ridiculously talented mouth doing that again. The third time, his tongue dipped in, the length swiping along my buzzing clit, and my thighs squeezed his head. He forced them apart until I stopped, and I shook, gripping the couch cushions on either side.
“Knight…” I gasped as he entered a digit inside me, quickly moving into drilling me while he tongued me toward orgasm. I was still so sore, but it felt so damn good. I’d never been eaten out at all before, and the sensations were just too much not to give into.
I tried, completely fighting my orgasm. “Knight, stop. Stop! I’m going to come please.”
His fingers unfurled from my leg, his laughter subtle as he raised up. “Already?”
I rolled my eyes, starting to push him away but he didn’t let me. He nearly took my hand, tugging me up.
“You’re cute,” he said, kissing me with a smile. “So goddamn sexy.”
I was glad he liked it, and I forgot about his jab as he kissed me, guiding me back onto his lip. Out of the couch cushions, he pulled a condom and that told me this couch was used for more than just video games.
“How many people have been on this thing?” I asked. Though, I probably shouldn’t have. In any sense, the moment Knight tugged his dick out of his shorts a haze hit my brain. The thing was muscled steel, long and hard and pulled up to the first section of his abs.
“Best not to think about it,” he said, fisting himself with a hard grip. He frowned at me. “Too sore to do this still or…”
Fascinated with his cock, I think that told him his answer, his smile wide as he ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. His eyes simmered. “Wanna help me out?”
He gave me the condom with two fingers and though intimidated, I took it. “What do I do?”
“Just roll it down. Real slow and easy.” He leaned back, cradling my hips as he widened his legs beneath me. His breath sucked in the moment I held his dick, his eyes laced with nothing short of lust as I rolled the condom down. “Perfect. Just like that.”
So clearly sex drunk, Knight’s eyes rolled back, my hand along his steel rod. Knight grunted, urging me to play with his balls, and I did with my other hand. I thought it’d be awkward, but it wasn’t, all this so fucking hot.
Knight’s eyes opened as he watched me play, his big ole hands coming around my ass cheeks and digging his fingers in. His finger touched my tiny hole, and I gasped. Knight chuckled. “I might play with it while you ride me. Wanna do that?”
He asked me. Needing to know if I wanted to do something instead of just doing it and making me. I didn’t know what it’d be like if I was with him, but I hadn’t imagined this. It felt like he was trying. Like he really was trying to be gentle.
Nodding, I’d like to try what he said, and once told, Knight didn’t give me a chance to change my mind. I was still sore, but the moment he lowered me on top of him, pulling me apart I did nothing but moan.
“That’s it, dove,” he said. Rising up, he dug his teeth into my shoulder, running his tongue along my skin. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Shuddering as he moved his hips, I gripped arms around his neck, tucking myself into him and going along for the ride. This felt different than last night having at least done this part before. Different but good and with not as much pain as I thought considering I was sore. I opened up for him, riding him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He slapped me against the top of his thighs, working himself up and down. His abs and chest glistened with sweat, all that delightful hair leading to his dick. I touched my hands to his perfectly chiseled abdomen, all that power harnessed beneath the skin. He amped up his hips, and that’s when he took his fingers to his mouth. He wet his pinky and a couple other digits before reaching behind my ass cheeks.
“Knight. Fuck.”
He forced his pinky in to the first knuckle, my bottom surprisingly working against his digit. My fingers scratched at his back, Knight’s hips drilling into me as he pushed that digit in more. I felt so full despite him only
using his tiniest finger.
“Greer, I’m going to fucking come if you keep making all these noises,” he grunted and pulling out his little finger he headed over another, a longer one, and I stiffened. He smiled. “Relax. I’ll go slow.”
I tried, falling back onto his finger. I noticed his hips stopped as well but when I moved he moved, like two ships on the same sea. He kept pushing in as I kept working my hips and by the time he got all the way in, my teeth clamped down on his shoulder.
He growled, fucking my ass harder. “If you’re going to do it, just do it. Bite. Bite me.”
We both must have been crazy because for whatever reason, my teeth clamped to the point I tasted him, his skin no doubt red and puckered as I sucked. Knight roared like an animal and fucked me in both holes so hard I actually saw stars as I crested that telltale high.
My body shuddered, my core an intense eruption of heat as I spilled around his cock. A few final slaps of his thighs and Knight was there too, his finger retreating from my ass as he held me close and kissed me full on.
His body slowed as he tasted my tongue and when he peeled my hair away, he framed my face. “Wanna go upstairs? Lie in my bed all day like lazy fuckers?”
The prospect actually danced at my core again, to be wrapped up in him all day. Something was seriously wrong with me, or maybe it was just right? I didn’t know, but not only did I tell him yes, I let him carry me up the stairs. He flipped me over his shoulder like a caveman, slapping my ass once we made it into his room, and he kicked the door shut behind us. We literally laid in his bed all day after that. Chillin’ mostly and watching TV. It’d been nice.
Being with him had been curiously nice.
Chapter Eighteen
Greer