Page 99 of Burnout
I fold and set them on the top of the vanity and then just stand there staring at myself, my thoughts pinging around like a pinball machine.
Today was the best day I can remember in…forever. Riding dirt bikes was fun, but that wasn’t even the best part.
Knox.
Unexpectedly sweet, loyal, beyond stubborn, and the most selfless person I’ve ever met. He bought me a bike. Apinkbike. Even if it wasn’t expensive and he had the parts…he did it because he wanted to make me happy. I don’t think anyone has ever bought me a more meaningful gift.
Nerves flutter in my stomach as I quickly wash my face and neck. I grab what I need from the nightstand and then head back out to the garage.
Knox has taken off his T-shirt. My bike is already in the garage and he’s standing in the back of the truck to remove the tie-downs on his. His riding pants hang off his hips and the muscles in his back ripple as he works.
He glances over his shoulder as my steps draw closer. Those hazel eyes spark as he looks me over in my white tank top and black panties.
“Remember that time we went to the track and I watched you race?”
“Yeah.” He abandons his bike and hops down from the truck.
I walk over to where his motorcycle is parked along one side of the garage and run a hand over the seat. “I said, ‘you can have whatever you want.’”
I don’t look at him, but I can feel his heated stare on me. “And you said something like, ‘That’s a dangerous thing to say. I’d?—’”
“Have you bent over my bike so fast you wouldn’t know which way was up,” he finishes.
Turning, I lean back against the cool leather and hold up the condom I stole from his nightstand. “Is that still what you want?”
My heart beats so fast as he moves toward me at a much slower, controlled pace. Only the hungry look in his eyes gives him away.
When he finally reaches me, Knox plucks the condom from my fingers and slides it into his pocket. “I think we’ve already established that I don’t need a condom to fuck you stupid.”
One of his hands grips my hip, and his mouth takes mine swiftly, nipping at my bottom lip in a way that makes butterflies swarm in my stomach. Everything I’m feeling is so big, so hard to quantify, but I put it into my kisses and into the way I clutch at him, trying to get impossibly closer. I want more. More, more, more.
He turns me so I’m facing away from him and then he pushes me down until my stomach rests against the seat and my ass is up in the air.
All my reasons for not sleeping with him have become sort of beside the point. After Nolan cheated on me, I didn’t want to trust anyone. I was scared and wanted to safeguard my heart. I thought it was my fault. Not that he cheated, but that I didn’t really get to know him or his character.
Maybe I didn’t or maybe I only saw what I wanted to, but Knox has never tried to hide who he is. He’s always been honest with me, even when I haven’t liked the answer.
I trust him. He won me over one day at a time, showing me the good and the bad.
His fingers graze softly down my spine and then his mouth drops to my shoulder. The groan that escapes him rumbles over my sensitive skin. His lips move to my neck. Kissing, sucking,and then nipping until I’m panting and pushing my ass against him.
I can feel how hard he is through his riding pants.
“I want you.” The words are breathy and quiet.
He hooks a finger under the band of my panties and slides them down my legs, crouching behind me to slip them off. I have a sudden rush of nerves. His truck is blocking us from view of the road, but if his brothers came home or anyone walked up, they’d see me naked from the waist down and ass up in the air.
I stop caring the second Knox pushes my legs apart and groans.
“You are fucking perfect.” His lips graze the side of my ass and then he hitches one of my legs up over his shoulder. The new position has anticipation building in my core. Long, calloused fingers glide over my clit and pussy, then back, slow and teasing.
“I’m gonna make you come, princess. Don’t worry. Been thinking about this pussy all day.”
My body flushes and I moan as he dips a finger inside of me.
“Knox…” I start and then gasp as he shoves two more fingers in, stretching me. Pleasure rocks through me. It’s hard to think or form words.
When his mouth covers me, I stop trying to speak and let the sensations roll over me. He keeps up the rhythm with his fingers and alternates sucking and nipping. I grind into his face, unabashedly chasing the orgasm. But today it isn’t enough.
