Page 17 of Knight's Last Chance

“Yes! I need more friends. The wives and girlfriends of the other members are great, but they’re still a little hesitant with me being Priest’s girl and all. I need a friend willing to get into a little trouble with me,” she says mischievously, and I nod even though I can tell she’s joking. I lean in and wrap my arms around her. “Visit soon,” she says into my shoulder. “I’ll need help planning the wedding.”

My heart skips at her words, the thought of coming back to Austin already filling me with anxiety, but I can’t disappear for another year just because I am a coward. It’s selfish to rob my family of my time just because I am terrified to face one man.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Just call me anytime, and I’ll hurry back.” I can’t quite tell if I mean the words, though.

***

I dream of him.

I always dream of him, but this time it’s different. Instead of rolling in the sheets with him as I’ve imagined for the past year, we’re back on the mountain. Knight is watching me as I approach the mountain cliff, and my eyes are on his as I turn and fall. I expect him to reach out and grab my hand before I plummet to my death, but he doesn’t move a muscle. He just watches me as I fall and fall and fall . . .

I wake up with a start, sweating and shivering as my eyes frantically taken in my surroundings to make sense of where I am. It takes me a second to realize I am back at my apartment. My luggage sits unopened beside the couch I am lying on, and I notice that there is light outside the window.

I break into a yawn as I reach for my phone and tap the screen to check the time. It’s a few minutes past seven, and soon, the sun will be setting. There are a few texts from Priest and Sky inquiring about my flight, but nothing from Knight.

What did you expect? You left the man in a hotel room without so much as a goodbye.

The mocking voice at the back of my head is brutal, but I ignore it, quickly texting my brother and his fiancé, informing them of my safe arrival, before tossing the phone on the couch and sitting up. I sweep a hand over my hair as I stare unseeingly at my empty apartment, unnerved for the first time by how quiet it is. A wave of loneliness swamps me, and I am tempted to curl back up on the couch.

Priest got me this apartment when I told him I didn’t want to live in a dorm during my second semester, and for the first time since moving in, I consider getting a roommate.

Maybe I could even try to date someone.

The thought alone is enough to send my stomach churning, and I realize there is no going back. After everything that’s happened between Knight and me, he’s it for me.

People change, Rhea, and so do feelings and circumstances. Sky’s words force their way back into my mind, and I question if perhaps I should have stayed and confessed my unchanged feelings to Knight. We had, after all, shared all my firsts.

That has to mean something, right?

Except these things mean so little to the people around me. Most of my college friends fall in and out of love monthly, and sex for them is nothing more than physical release. Heck, I know many of the men in the motorcycle club do this too. I don’t often see them settling down with any of the women they’re involved with.

What makes you so special? whispers a voice at the back of my head.

Maybe he doesn’t feel the same, but Knight was special to me, and always will be.

Christ, I miss him so much. I miss looking at his thick, broad body, heavily muscled and entirely masculine. My big, beautiful biker with the body of a fighter and the face of a rockstar. And a very skilled tongue—

“Don’t do it, Rhea,” I scold, but I am already sliding a hand across my tits and stroking. My back arches from the pleasure that shoots up my spine, but it’s nothing close to how it feels when Knight does it.

Knight . . .

I close my eyes and bite my lips with a moan, flexing my thighs together as images of a naked Knight surface in my head.

I’m trying to forget him.

I shouldn’t . . .

And yet, I find myself trailing the free hand down my body and slipping it under my dress. I grab the waistband of my panties and tug them down my thighs, but in my head, I see Knight rip them away before proceeding to tear the dress from my body and tossing it over his strong shoulders.

I can practically feel his warm breath brush my skin as he kisses a trail up my inner thigh, each inch bringing him closer and closer to my pulsing sex, and . . . fuck.

“Open up for me, sweetheart, let me see your tight little pussy,” the Knight in my head says with a grunt, and I moan loudly, spreading my legs wider for him. It’s not enough, and he wrenches my knees wider, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, but I don’t care.

I’ll do anything for him.

Anything.

He has a possessive look in his eyes as he stares down at my sex, licking his lips and snarling like he’s been looking forward to this moment all his life, and I am ready to let him have me. To take me in any way he wants.

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