Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Knox.” My hands delve into his hair, trying to keep him there, even though he stated I wouldn’t be coming unless he was deep inside me.
“Oh no, you don’t. My cock or nothing else.” Knox pulls away. One of his knees is on the bed, his other is on the ground, trying to take it easy after the physical therapy this week. They told him what was to be expected and gave him a game plan, how to do a few things at home to rebuild its strength.
“Ugh, you’re not being very nice today.” My breath leaves me as I’m somehow maneuvered on top of him.
“I’m about to be the nicest person you know as soon as you catch up. You going to guide me home, darlin’, or am I doing it?” he questions.
“As long as I get to do the work and you don’t hurt your knee again,” I barter, but I’m already up on my knees, his length in my hand, the tip of his cock at my entrance when he replies, “I won’t hurt my knee, but I’ll be damned if you do all the work.” Knox’s hands move to my breasts, molding them. Our eyes meet, holding one another as I slide down the rest of his length, feeling so full of him I swear to God it’s like he’s hitting my cervix.
“Don’t move,” I attempt to demand, already knowing full well he’s not going to listen to me, not with him already moving me up and down on his hard cock. My hands move to his shoulders. Knox does an ab curl, so we’re both sitting up, and he’s giving me this. He’s going to let me work us both up until we’re coming together. I use my thighs, sliding up and down on his length until we’re both moaning, sweat glistening down our bodies. Knox’s lips seek mine, our tongues entwine, yet we still don’t stop, not even when my thighs are burning. I don’t stop, and neither does he.
“Blakely.” He rips his mouth away from mine, and I watch as his throat moves as my name comes off his lips, head tipped back, eyes barely open, his cum jetting out of his body, mine seemingly being so greedy as I tighten around his length and come with him. Thankfully, I was smart enough to start birth control the minute I hit eighteen. This is where I knew I would eventually be, right here in Knox’s arms until the day I die.
“God.” My head rests on his chest, body replete, zapped of any energy. He lies down, bringing me with him, his cock still inside of me.
“Don’t think about leaving because as soon as I regain my strength, I’ll be taking you again. In fact, we won’t be leaving this bed until we need food.” Knox kisses the top of my head. I know he’ll make good on his promise, and I can’t wait for it to happen.
Seventeen
Knox
“Well, it seems our plan worked,” I hear Mrs. Johnston say. I’m sitting on the front porch, my leg propped up after a day of intense therapy. It was so bad I even let Blakely drive home today.
“Duh, as if I didn’t know it would,” my mom responds.
“I think the whole town knew what you were up to, except me, but once I cottoned on, it was all smooth sailing from there. Well, that and my accident. That’ll make a man wake up, that’s for sure,” I admit, scaring them both.
“Son of a gun, Knox. I told you to quit scaring me like that. Swear to all that is holy. You might be twice my size, but you still manage to startle me.” I’m taking it their trip to Galveston Bay did some good for them by the way their skin is tanner, and they sure look pleased with themselves.
“Not my fault you’re not aware of your surroundings. Hello, Mrs. Johnston.” I tip my hat at her. That’s when Mom sees my knee and makes her way closer.
“When Trace said you were in an accident, I didn’t think it was that bad,” is her only response. She’s too busy looking at my busted knee. It’s still bruised, and the only reason I have my knee brace off is because I promised Blakely I’d sit my ass down and wouldn’t move.
“I’ll be okay. I have a good nurse.” I wink at Mrs. Johnston, and she just shakes her head.
“Where is that good nurse, by the way?” she asks.
“Inside making lunch. Damn woman won’t give it a rest some days,” I tell her.
“I’m going to go in and see if she needs help. Do you need anything, Knox?” I see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. Yep, these two women are proud peacocks strutting their stuff at the supposed matchmaking they did.