My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Knight grinned. “I missed you. Life’s boring when no one wants to talk to you about stuff that matters.”

The explosion of emotions in Elliot’s chest was more colorful than tonight’s fireworks.

He’d been missed.

“I missed you too. Not just for the sex. You’re funny, and smart, and always there for me. I don’t know how I lived without you.”

Fane made a gagging noise somewhere. “I will be sick with all this. He will leave you, and you will come crying back to me on your knees, because you know he’s not passionate like I. Nor willing to take that one step further to possessing another person whole.”

And yet, when Knight held Elliot, it was much easier to ignore cruel words.

Knight licked his lips, looking at Elliot from so close it was getting Elliot’s eyes achy, but then he leaned in, and their mouths met, and if there was ever a feeling that resembled being struck by a golden arrow of love, that was it. Elliot’s entire body throbbed with heat, and peace, and need—all at the same time. When the kiss deepened and Knight rubbed their tongues together, something inside Elliot’s brain glitched, and for a brief moment he was convinced he’d come. But no. It must have only happened in his head. A freaking love orgasm that left his dick just as hard as before.

He arched, hungry to nip on Knight’s lips, to show him just how much he craved every single touch. He stirred his hips to rub his cock against Knight’s stomach, and his brain flooded with pleasure that was like relief and growing tension all at once. Knight’s hands were so big over his and held him down with so much delicious force all Elliot could do was curl his legs to wrap them tightly around his lover.

Knight nudged Elliot’s head to the side and dove in, rubbing his short beard against Elliot’s exposed neck, following it with his lips and tongue. “I’ll have you learn all the names I’ve got tattooed on my arm,” he whispered, rubbing Elliot’s thigh as he rocked his hips forward, bringing their dicks close. They both wore jeans, and the thick fabric was in the way, but despite the growing need to push them off, the dry-humping was such a treat Elliot couldn’t bring himself to ask for more.

“I’ll even learn their birthdates.” Elliot smiled, tightening the hold of his legs around Knight. Unlike the few chilly touches Fane had given him, Knight was like a furnace. And he was willing to share his warmth with Elliot’s permanently cold body.

It was no wonder Knight got the nickname he did, because when he chose to protect someone, he truly was chivalrous. He’d even opened the car door for Elliot before, as if it were the most natural gesture in the world.

He was the best guy Elliot had ever put his hands on.

His sweater rolled up, briefly covering Elliot’s face as Knight pushed it off him, but then that delicious mouth, and the scruffy chin were all over his bare chest, nibbling and caressing every inch. It was like flying on a magic carpet, even though he really was just spread out on the sofa. Everything around them was bright in the light of Knight’s good graces.

“You smell so fucking delicious,” whispered Knight, pushing his face along Elliot’s pec and then rubbing it against Elliot’s exposed armpit.

Elliot groaned in pleasure. He was only human, yet he was being worshipped by a god. “I’m all yours. Anything you want is yours. You can fucking skin me and wear me as your new cut. I don’t care.” He let out a raspy laugh and slid his free hand into Knight’s glorious hair.

Knight smirked and raised his head, nipping on Elliot’s chin. “Nah. You don’t really want that. What you want is here,” Knight said and moved Elliot’s other hand to the front of his pants. The bulge was so prominent and hot that Elliot couldn’t keep in a moan of satisfaction.

He let out a long exhale, his brain sizzling in the lust that Knight just drizzled all over him. “I do. Fuck, your dick is just so great. I missed it.” Elliot grinned and leaned in for a quick kiss. He also missed everything Knight did to make Elliot come so hard he was always left in a pile of panting Jell-O.

A joyous laugh came out of Knight’s mouth, and he moved his free hand between Elliot’s thighs, cupping his dick and stroking his balls through the tight denim. “I missed your legs around me. They’re so fucking long.”

Elliot leaned up and nipped on Knight’s ear, loving the feeling of Knight’s big hand around his junk as he reciprocated by caressing Knight’s dick through the jeans. “I bet you can’t wait for my body around your dick though,” he whispered, making his own cheeks grow hotter. He’d never met a man who was better than Knight at talking dirty, and he was happy to return the favor.