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Only giving me precious seconds to adjust to his size, Knox started to fuck me. Hard, fast strokes hitting deep inside me put every nerve ending I had on high alert. I felt like I was about to explode out of my skin. It felt good. It felt freeing. Like the buildup swamping me would get rid of all this restless energy. And grief.

I braced my hands on the wooden bench and pushed back, fucking Knox while he fucked me. I needed more. I needed him to take complete control and force me to his will. I think maybe I needed to know he was not only capable of dominating me, but that he would when I needed it.

As if he read my mind, Knox snagged my arms and pulled them back behind me. He looped his arm through them and held my upper arm with one hand while the other clamped back over my mouth once more.

The second he had a good grip, Knox pounded inside me. Like a jackhammer. I was completely overloaded. All I could do was take what Knox gave me.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good.”

I grunted behind his hand, sucking in air through my nose and screaming.

“You need to come?”

I tried to scream that, yes, I need to come so fucking bad, but Knox didn’t remove his hand. He seemed to understand, though, because he put his mouth right beside my ear and growled, “Come.”

Like he’d flipped a switch inside me, my body detonated. My knees gave out, but Knox held me up. He didn’t stop fucking me. Knox pinned my body between his and the bench, his cock as deeply inside me as he could get it. I screamed behind his hand, thrashing in his arms while a raging, angry orgasm engulfed me. The blast was nothing short of nuclear. Every emotion inside of me seemed to focus on that fucking orgasm, dragging it out to give my body and mind enough time to expel all the negative emotions, the grief in my heart.

When I finally reached the bottom, I was exhausted. I couldn’t stand, but that didn’t seem to matter. Knox kept an arm clamped around my waist to hold me up as he fixed my pants and snagged my shirt. I floated on a tranquil sea after the storm. Knox was my anchor. My rock. The glue holding me together.

“I love you, Knox.” I have no idea where the words came from, but I couldn’t deny them, or take them back. I didn’t want to do either. For all he’d done for me and given me, Knox deserved to know the truth. And that truth was I was completely in love with the man. Anything I thought I’d felt for Danny was nothing compared to the love I felt for Knox. Nothing.

“I love you too, baby. I’ll always take care of you and the kids. I swear I’ll be by your side for the rest of my life.”

“I need you. I’ll always need you.”

“I feel the same way. My dad knew what he was doing when he told me to be the man you needed.”

“I’ll be what you need too. I want to give you the peace you’ve given me.”

“Honey, you already do.”

It struck me then how much I’d missed in my life. I had two wonderful kids I loved with all my heart. Yet, I’d never had someone to stand beside me and help me, both with the kids and as a life partner. Danny had been in and out of our lives, but I’d settled for the part of himself he gave us and hadn’t asked the hard questions.

“If I’d demanded more from him early on, maybe I’d have prevented it going this far. Christ, Knox! I lived with the man for thirteen years!”

“It’s amazing what you can accept if you live with it long enough, baby. All of this is on Danny. Not you. Never you, Evelyn.”

“And poor Luke. Keeping what he saw to himself for weeks.”

“Luke is smart. And so protective of you and Aneshya. He’s a great kid. Gonna be an even better man.”

Knox was breaking my heart. Had I ever heard Danny praise Luke like that? Even if Luke wasn’t physically here, it was still more than Danny had ever said to or about the boy.

“That’s all because of you, honey. You taught him right from wrong and how you treat family. You. Not Danny.”

She sniffed, scrubbing the back of her wrist under her nose. “Your dad did too. No matter how often Danny was gone, your father was always there.”

“Dad was like that.”

“My parents were older when they had me. Mom was forty-two and Dad was forty-seven. Both of them died in their late sixties, so the kids were pretty young. They were too young to remember them, so they didn’t get a lot of quality time together. They knew Mom and Dad loved them, but it was your dad who passed on the life lessons fathers should pass on to their kids.”

“It was obvious how much he loved them.”

“It was.” I broke down again, crying into Knox’s chest while he held me. We stood in that shed, and he let me cry, never once trying to hush me. He understood my need to grieve. I was sure he was doing his own grieving. “You just got your dad back only to lose him.”

“Yes. But I got to make things right with him. Got to show him how much he meant to me. He might not have liked that I left without telling him why or where I was going, but Dad was a Marine. He understood sometimes things don’t go the way they’re supposed to.”

“Is that what happened?” I looked up at him. Knox had said he was going to take care of us, that he was going to take us to his club’s compound, but I needed to know what that meant. I’d still go no matter what, though. Because no matter how short a time I’d had with Knox, I knew I never wanted to be without him. Not so long as my kids had what they needed.

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