Page 9 of Knight's Last Chance

Fireworks light up the dark sky, casting an array of colors through the air, followed by a deafening cheer worthy of a New Year’s party more than an engagement party. Everyone seems jubilant, whether it’s from the excitement of the party or the beer they’ve been downing all night is up for debate.

She said yes, of course. We all knew Sky would accept Priest’s proposal.

I should join in and celebrate my best friend finding true love, but I have been nursing my beer all evening, eyes tracking the redhead in the tight little dress. When Rhea appeared at the party dressed in a sexy little red number the same color as her hair, my cock immediately took notice, and hiding the evidence of my desire has proven to be a near-impossible task.

I want her.

I want to do very dirty things to the little redhead that’s been avoiding me all evening. The thought of cornering her and tearing off that little red dress before pumping my fat cock into her tight little cunt has swirled around me all evening. It’s taken me willpower I had no idea I possessed to not walk over to her and claim her lips like I did this afternoon, trail my mouth down her body, and take those beaded nipples between my lips. Fuck, I bet she’s smooth and warm. I would bury my face between her legs and lap at her arousal until she sobs for me to bury my dick in—

“Knight, I think we’re out of beer.” A voice draws me from my thoughts forcing my head to whip around to find a young prospect standing nervously behind me.

“What did you say?”

“Uh, the beer. The guys drank all of it, and there’s none left,” the kid says, and I look around the place, noticing for the first time that we have indeed run out of alcohol. Half of the crowd is already drunk, but until the party is over, the supply of beer needs to be maintained. Good thing I had the foresight to store some in the clubhouse’s garage.

“Follow me,” I tell the kid, and we leave the party in the yard and round the corner of the house toward the detached garage. I open one of the bay doors and grab cases of beer, handing them over to the kid who hurries back to the party with them. I take a couple other packs and close the door, ready to leave when I spot a lone figure seated on the clubhouse porch steps.

I should leave her alone. She’s made it clear all evening that she wants me nowhere near her, but for the life of me, I can’t make myself move away.

Mine!

Rhea became mine when she kissed me on her birthday. Against my better judgment, I gave her a chance to find a better man, one who does not have a history as dark as mine or a future as dangerous. The second she let me touch her again—kiss her—she sealed her fate with mine. Especially since I learned after a quick internet search that her so-called boyfriend is nothing but a fictional vampire.

Now she belongs to me, and I will break anyone who dares try to get between us.

I place the beer cases next to closed garage door so the prospect can find them when he comes back before I head for Rhea. She doesn’t notice me as I approach, and it’s not until I am standing in front of the redhead that she looks up, her cheeks flushed a pretty rosy hue when her eyes lock on mine.

“Knight,” she whispers, the sound low and sultry, making my cock throb in my pants. “W-what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” I say, crouching in front of her so we’re eye level.

“I . . . I’m not, I . . .”

I reach up and trail a finger along her jaw, watching with undiluted need as her lips part on a gasp, and I want so bad to lean in and kiss her, so . . . I do.

I slide my palm to her nape and wrap her long red hair around my fist as I press my mouth against her perfect cherry-red lips. Her tits rise and fall quickly as I brush my mouth over hers and taste the wine on her lips. I’ve been watching her all night, and I know she’s only had half a glass of wine from the toast earlier, and on her lips, it’s ten times as intoxicating.

“You shouldn’t hide from me, sweetheart. I will always find you anyway,” I rasp against her lips, our breaths mingling hotly between us, it’s so fucking intimate. More intimacy than I have ever shared with any other woman in my life. Not that I have ever wanted anyone as much as I want Rhea. Hell, in the months she was away, I couldn’t even look at another woman, let alone desire one.

I am not vain, but I am conscious of my looks and the fact that I attract women. I guess my life would be easier if I actually returned their interest, but from the second Rhea kissed me, and perhaps even before that, I never looked at a woman with half the desire I carry for this girl.

She owns me.

Every last bit of me belongs to Rhea, and I need to show her that I would do anything for her. Letting her go felt necessary, but I am still regretful of the time I could have spent loving this girl.

We’re here now.

And she’s mine, even if she doesn’t want to acknowledge it yet.

The little mewling sounds she makes as our tongues dance together all belong to me.

With a rough groan, I press our lips back together as I slowly guide her to lie down on the dark porch. She braces on her arms to stop her back from hitting the rough wood but doesn’t pull her lips from mine.

My cock is thick and heavy in my jeans, threatening to burst the zipper if I don’t take it out of its tight confines, but I can’t focus on anything but the girl writhing beneath my body. More than anything in the world, I want to bury my cock deep into her virgin pussy, but I am not about to fuck her on the steps of the clubhouse for her first time. I may be a dirty biker, but when it comes to Rhea, I’ll always protect her.

Precious.

My lovely little redhead deserves romance for her first time, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still make the best of what we have right now.

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