Page 31 of Golden Knight

I try to focus hard on the road, keeping my hands on the wheel even though all I want to do is tangle them up in her blonde hair. She bobs up and down, all while her hand slides up and down in tandem with her mouth.

I start to thrust my hips up into her mouth, tightening my hands on the wheel. I can’t take this anymore. I need my hands on her. I swing the car to the side of the road and throw it into park. “What are you doing?” she asks.

I don’t answer, I just tighten my hands in her hair and bring her mouth to mine. Pressing my lips against hers, I feel her melt into me. She opens her mouth and I dip my tongue into hers, I groan into her mouth. “Mmm…you taste so good, baby.”

“Jake, I want to finish what I started,” she says against my lips.

I pull away and give her a grin, “Who am I to stop you?”

Amber then bends over and takes my cock into her mouth until she starts to gag. “Relax, baby.”

She does and starts to bob faster and faster, I grip her hair in my fingers. “Yeah, baby, you’re taking my cock in your hot mouth so good. I’m about to come.”

My thrust becomes erratic as I get closer and closer. I hold her down and shove my cock deep down her throat and come. And fuck, she takes every last drop.

She pops up wiping the corners of her mouth. “Was that good?”

“Was that good? It was so fucking good. I’ve never had such a good blow job.”

“Good. I was worried.”

“Baby, you don’t have to be worried. I will always like whatever you give me,” I say kissing her.

We both bask in the afterglow as we make our way back to the city, arriving just in time for Amber to make her shift at the bar. Everything feels like it’s clicked into its perfect place. I can’t help but hope it stays this way, but something tells me that something bad is on the horizon.

Chapter twenty-one

Amber

Later that night after enjoying each other’s company, we showed up at The Tower just in time for my shift. I point to one of the barstools across the bar. “Jake, sit there.”

“Are you going to be at the bar, sunshine? I don’t want to be too far away from you. I need to be able to keep an eye on all of your assets,” he says with a wink.

I roll my eyes at him and grumble out, “Yes. One of my bartenders called out, so I’ll be serving. Let me just grab a few things from my office.”

“Hurry back. I’ll be watching your backside from here.”

Smiling at his antics, I jog off heading to my office. When I glance back over my shoulder, I’m mesmerized by his intense eyes.

When I walk into my office, I hurry to my desk looking for the stack of paperwork I need. I get that same weird feeling again. I glance back over my shoulder expecting to see Jake standing there, but no one is there. My eyes search through the shadows, and still, I see no one.

I run back to the wall next to the door and fling the light switch on. When all the shadows disappear I double-check the room again, and when I don’t see anything, I mutter to myself, “See? Nothing is there, Amber, get yourself together.”

I quickly grab the paperwork I need, then hurry back to the bar. I try to calm my steps so that Jake doesn’t figure out I’m freaking out again.

If he thinks something is wrong, he’ll make me go home and I don’t want to go home. I’ve missed enough work recently due to my panic attacks and I need the money.

Even if I end up with Jake forever, I never want to rely on someone else. I will always work to support myself.

Rounding the bar, I check in with the customers sitting there. In between making drinks, I make sure to check over the paperwork that I need to finish.

I examine the inventory list, writing down the items that we need. I double-check the calendar for upcoming special events. There’s one so I write a note to myself to double the amount of liquor.

I double back to the customers waiting for refills. While I’m making their drinks, I’m reminded that we need to hire another bartender. It’s going to get crazy around here if Ella and I are the only bartenders. Especially if Mike keeps calling out. I know I probably should let him go, but I can’t. That’s the one thing I have a hard time doing with this job. It seems that I have a soft spot for everyone.

After calling a few people who seemed like they would be good candidates for the job, I checked the clock. Crap! It’s late. I head toward the customers who are left and remind them that it’s time to close out their tabs.

As I wipe down the bar, one of my regulars calls out, “Good night, Amber.”

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