She shook her head before I could get the rest of the question out. “Never.”
“Me either.” I ghosted my fingers over and around her breasts.
She opened her eyes then and bit her lip. “This feels too good.”
“I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do,” I warned.
But I wanted this. I wanted to finish bare. I wanted to let loose inside her and feel our releases mix. I wanted to be the first man to go there. To plant my flag in her memory as the first of something memorable.
“I-I’m on birth control,” she said tentatively.
I let my tongue dart out to tease her other nipple. “I’m clean,” I murmured. “I can show you.”
Naomi was a data kind of girl. If she wanted a peek at my medical record, I had no problem. Especially if it meant I got to move in her, feel her ride me until she came with nothing between us.
“Okay,” she said again.
It was better than winning the fucking lottery, that feeling that lit up my chest. The knowledge that she trusted me to take care of her.
“You sure?” I pressed.
Her eyes were open and locked on mine. “Knox, it feels too good. I don’t wanna play it safe. Not this time. I feel like being reckless and…whatever. Just move, please!”
I’d make it the best she ever had.
I slid my hands behind and under her, cupping the curves of her ass.
Testing us both, I held her up, pulling out just an inch.
We both groaned, and her forehead met mine. Moving inside her with nothing between us felt better than good. It felt right.
When she quivered around me, I had enough fucking rhapsodizing. It was time to take.
“You better hang on, baby,” I warned. My heart was already pounding like I’d raced up a half dozen flights of stairs.
I waited until she gripped the back of my seat. “This is what’s gonna happen, Naomi. I’m gonna start moving, and you’re gonna come as fast and as hard as you can. Then I’m gonna take my time driving you up again, and when you go off that second time, I’ll be right there with you.”
“Good plan. Very organized. Measurable goals,” she said, and then she was kissing the air right out of my lungs. I withdrew another inch or two and captured her moan with my mouth.
“Hold on,” I reminded her, and then I was yanking her back down as I rammed my hips up.
It took everything I had not to let go and drive into her again and again. “Jesus, Naomi,” I breathed as her pussy fluttered around my shaft.
“I told you I’m close,” she said, sounding annoyed and embarrassed.
“Everything you do makes me want more,” I growled. Before she could react to my stupid-ass confession, I buried my face in her other breast and started to move. Slowly, purposefully. Even though it cost me.
On my third thrust, she came like a lightning strike, setting off the horn like a victory cry. As the rest of her body tensed, her walls rippled around my dick in the sweetest kind of torture. I almost went cross-eyed trying to keep my release in my balls where it churned.
I’d never had a woman like her. Never felt anything like this before. And if I stopped long enough to think about it, I’d recognize that as a red flag. But in the moment, I didn’t fucking care. I could ignore it as long as Naomi Witt was riding my cock.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned as she gripped and released me to a rhythm more beautiful than music.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted until her body finally went limp on top of me.
I went still inside her and gathered her close. I could feel her heart pounding against my own. Then she poked me in the shoulder.
“You promised me another one,” she said, the words muffled against my neck.
“Baby, I’m trying to hang on here to deliver.”
She lifted her head to peer at me through strands of chestnut and caramel. I brushed it back, tucking her hair behind her ears, the gesture feeling oddly intimate. And I wished I hadn’t done it. Because it felt like one more string knotting itself, tethering me to her.
“So it feels this good to you too? I mean, you’re not just like ‘this is fine’?” To illustrate her point, she added a half-hearted thrust with her hips, and I couldn’t hold back the groan.
“Hell, Naomi, there’s nothing ‘fine’ about what it feels like to have you come on my cock. Why the hell do you think I said I’d do this fake boyfriend crap?”
She smirked. “Because you saw how disappointed my parents were in me and you wanted to help me out like the grumpy, small-town hero you are.”
“Smartass. I did it because I woke up, and you weren’t next to me, and I wanted you there.”
“You did?”
“I wanted you there so I could flip you over on your hands and knees and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next forty-eight hours without thinking about me.”
She opened her mouth, and something between a moan and a whimper came out.
“I’m not done with you yet, Daisy,” I said. Inwardly, I cringed at the harshness of this statement. Mid-sex me was not usually so fucking chatty. But Naomi was doubting what I’d made her feel. And that wouldn’t stand. Not even in the short-term.
“Can I move again?” she asked.
“Jesus. God. Yes.”
And then she was riding me, working my cock like it was a stallion in need of breaking. Every slick slide, every little moan, every time a fingernail bit into my skin, I felt the rest of the world recede a bit more until it was just Naomi and me.
Sweat beaded on our skin. Our breath mingled as we panted together.
There was nothing like being fully seated inside her. Nothing like claiming her and being claimed.
“Naomi.” I gritted out her name as I felt her start to flutter around me again. Tiny little pulses that drove me out of my fucking mind.
“Knox. Yes. Please,” she whimpered.
I took her nipple on a long, deep pull. It was too much for both of us. As the first wave of her orgasm took her, I lost control, pumping into her hot, tight channel as if my life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
Because when that first hot spurt wrenched its way free. When she screamed my name for the world to hear. When she closed around me and milked a second and a third burst from me, I felt born again. Alive. Hollowed out and refilled to overflowing with something I didn’t recognize. Something that scared the ever-living hell out of me.
But I just kept on coming, and so did she, our releases endless.
This. This was why once wasn’t enough. This was why now I wasn’t sure what was enough.
KNOX’S HOUSE
Knox
“Nice place,” Naomi observed as I locked my front door behind us and flipped on the lights.
“Thanks. My grandfather built it,” I said on a yawn. It had been a long day followed by a long night at Honky Tonk and I needed sleep.
“Really?” she asked, her gaze lifting to the loft above the living room, the timber ceiling and the antler chandelier that hung there.
The cabin was small and leaned toward rustic. Two bedrooms, one bath. The floors were pine. The stone fireplace needed a good scrubbing but still did the job. The leather couch was finally broken in just the way I wanted it.
It was home.
“Are these your parents?” she asked, picking up a framed photo on one of the end tables. I didn’t know why I bothered keeping it. My parents were line dancing at a picnic in Liza J and Pop’s yard. Smiles on their faces, feet in sync. Happier times that, in the moment, seemed like they’d go on forever.
It was, of course, a lie.
Happier times always came to an end.
“Listen, Daze. I’m beat.”
Between my brother getting shot, the sudden onslaught of orgasms, and work, I needed a solid eight hours of sleep before I’d be worth anything.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure,” she said, carefully putting the photo back on the table. Though I noticed she’d angled it toward the couch, not away from it like I’d done. “I’ll head home. Thanks for the backup today with Way’s teacher…and my parents. And then all the orgasms and stuff.”
“Baby, you’re not going home. I’m just telling you why I’m not makin’ any moves when we go upstairs.”
“I should just go home, Knox. I have to be up early to get Way at Liza’s.” She looked as exhausted as I felt.
I hadn’t given it more than a passing thought in the past, but my girls at Honky Tonk dragged their asses home at two or three a.m. and on weekdays had to be up again by six or seven depending on the usefulness of their significant others.
I remembered a solid year stretch when Fi would fall asleep sitting up every day at her desk because her kids were shit sleepers. It got to the point where I had to do the thing I hated. I got involved.
I’d unleashed Liza J on her and, in less than a week, my grandmother had both kids on a schedule sleeping ten hours a night.
“You have off tomorrow, right?” I asked.
She nodded, then yawned.
“So we’ll get up in,” I glanced down at my watch, then swore, “three hours and go have breakfast at Liza J’s.”
It was the gentlemanly thing to do. Which usually wasn’t a huge concern to me. But I felt the tiniest splinter of guilt thinking about staying in bed while Naomi dragged herself off to family fucking breakfast and then tried to keep Waylay from breaking the law for the rest of the day.
Besides, I could just come home after breakfast and sleep until whenever the fuck I wanted.
I liked the way her eyes went soft and dreamy for a second. Then practical, people-pleasing Naomi was back. “You don’t have to get up with me. You need sleep. I’ll go home tonight, and maybe we can…” Her gaze slid down my body, and her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. “Catch up some other time,” she finished.
“Yeah. Nice try. Want some water?” I asked, towing her toward the kitchen.