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Knight hums, turning his head to kiss my forearm sweetly. He groans as he stands up, and a laugh escapes me at the sound. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
“You did the old-man-getting-off-his-couch groan,” I reply, shaking my head at him even as I begin to undo his belt.
“Seems like you’re quite eager for this groaning old man’s cock,” he smirks, bunching the fabric of my gown at my waist and tossing it over my hip so I’m fully exposed to him.
“Ew, don’t say it like that.” I free a hand specifically to smack his side. With my other hand, I manage to pull his erection from his boxer briefs, my mouth instantly drooling at the sight of him.
“Darling, my tattoo is nearly as old as you are.” He wraps his hand around mine, still holding his cock tightly. “I’m an old man, but I think you like that.” Rubbing the tip against my clit, he coats himself with me before notching at my entrance. “Your cunt sure does.” Knight sinks himself into me, using an arm to lift one of my legs and give himself more room between my legs.
“Okay, now, that was a lot hotter,” I moan and wrap my arms around his shoulders, my nails pressing into his back and pressing into his scars like I can heal them with caresses.
I’ll never get over that initial thrust of him inside me; it feels like part of me becomes complete. My emotions are all over the place tonight, and I nearly cry once he’s buried to the hilt. Even as he stares at me and offers a sweet smile, I don’t shy away fromthese tears of happiness, choosing to let them flow freely as we make love for the first time.
Knight fucks me unhurriedly and I find enough leverage to sink myself with every thrust of his hips upward. Deep, pleasurable, long strokes. This feels different; there’s no dynamics at play tonight, just two people enjoying each other’s bodies and sharing our souls.
“Kiss me like you’ll want me forever,” I beg, feeling my second orgasm quickly approach. I want to scream my pleasure into his mouth when I come around his cock.
“I will, Vivian. I do,” he breathes unsteadily. He covers my lips with his, feeding into and matching the frenzy of my languid kisses. Angling us so that my clit rubs against the base of his cock, Knight brings me over the edge and steadies himself, coming deep within me and burying his cum with sharp, rapid thrusts.
For the first time since we’ve started this fling—it feels so wrong to call it that now—I finally feel like this man is truly mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
VIVIAN
Out in the open.
In the hazy days between the holidays and the new year, Knight and I have spent almost every waking moment together. At his house, reading and drawing by his cozy fireplace; at my apartment, making dinner and spending time with a newly single Emma.
Oh, there is a story to that—apparently, Caleb chose to propose to Emma in front of his entire family a few days ago, without giving any kind of indication of wanting to marry her for the past decade they’ve been on and off. Feeling pressured, Emma hesitated while staring at a ring that was clearly not her size or in a style she liked at all, and in that moment, Caleb chose to have a fit for not getting her immediate agreement. Well, it was the end of that relationship.
Knight, feeling comfortable openly talking about stalking me—at least to Em for now—let us know how he heard some shady phone calls Caleb had made, and he admitted that’s why he had been keeping a close eye on Emma at the club.
He kept asking Em about Caleb’s details, stating that he’d be happy to see the man in ruins for mistreating her. While Em is a sweet soul, I remember seeing temptation cross her features when Knight casually offered to upend Caleb. My man making a threat to fuck someone up shouldn’t have been so arousing. Poor Em had to run out of the room after I practically jumped Knight in front of her.
The only issue we face now is our expiring lease. Em had agreed to live with Caleb a few days before he whipped out the proposal. Overhearing our conversation, Knight, without delay, asked when he could send a truck to move my things into his house. He even offered Em a room after the breakup, but she insisted she needed to figure it out on her own.
Em, Knight, and I were the only ones who stayed home after Christmas, and it really warmed my heart to see them become closer.
The rest of the family had their separate plans during this time, so I’m only now seeing some of them for book club this afternoon. Alek and Ezekiel just got back from a surprise trip to Guadalajara, Thomas and Rhett took some time to go off-grid camping, and Harriett had a solo vacation to somewhere where she wouldn’t freeze her tits off—in her words.
Presently, Ezekiel, Em, and I sit at a booth at our favorite coffee shop, waiting for Harriett to arrive so we can gossip about our latest steamy read.
We’re all nearly done with our coffees, yet still waiting for Harriett when Ezekiel’s phone goes off, vibrating across the table and stealing our attention from some random topic of conversation.
Picking up his phone, Ezekiel squints his eyes, and I’m immediately on edge. Something feels off. “Why would Thomas be calling me?” he asks, but it sounds more like a thought spokenout loud, so neither of us replies. Taking the call and holding the phone to his ear, he greets T quietly.
From what I remember, this is about the time that he’d be starting his shift at the hospital. Em and I try our best not to eavesdrop, but I can tell she’s as concerned as I am right now.
Ezekiel’s eyes go wide as we hear the faintest sound of T on the other side of the call. “Text me the building and room, please, Thomas.” Hanging up his phone, Ezekiel digs into his pocket frantically, but sighs when he doesn’t find anything.
“I need someone to take me to the hospital. Alek dropped me off on his way to the club, and I-I don’t have means of transportation,” he rushes with audible small stutters in his voice, so unlike him.
“What’s happening?” I ask, following Ezekiel’s lead and gathering what I can while Emma packs away our larger items and handles our coffees, waving us off with a gesture that says, “I’ll take care of this.” Double-checking that my car keys are in my purse, I slide out of my seat and wait for him to do the same.
“Harriett was in an accident and is in surgery.” Standing up from the booth, Ezekiel throws his jacket around his shoulders and begins to lead us to the exit of the café.
“The EMTs told me the accident wasn’t severe, but the force of the impact caused Harriett’s bone to crack a few inches from the hip joint,” T explains, and Ezekiel listens like he has an exam on this tomorrow. “It’s not the worst kind of fracture that can happen in that area, thankfully. It’s far away enough from the joint that blood flow shouldn’t be interrupted, and she’ll be able to heal within three months.”
