Knox's Stand (The Last Riders 3)

“You sure?” he asked, hesitating. Diamond could tell he was anxious to leave.

“Yes.” Diamond rebuffed the idea of being weak enough to need any help. “I’m sure.”

At that, he left her sitting on the couch.

She began to feel sorry for herself as soon as he’d left and then promptly became angry at herself for wishing he had stayed. Diamond couldn’t understand herself where he was concerned any more. He attracted her, and refusing to admit it was making the situation worse; that much was certain. It made her say ugly things that she didn’t mean and act like those who had treated her the same when she had been a child. Diamond had learned long ago that ignoring something made it blow up in your face. It was smarter to realize you had a problem and put up defenses to stop it. She just wasn’t sure how to get in front of this particular problem.

Ever since she had realized her father was a two-timing bastard, she had not let anyone close enough to rock the tame world she had built around herself. She didn’t like an environment in turmoil and tension, which is what she’d lived in constantly with Sex Piston as a sister and with her father as the President of the Destructors. She wanted a quiet environment that she could enjoy, yet was reluctant to admit that it was also boring.

She got up from the couch and made herself a cup of hot tea at the same time that her childish instincts were kicking in, making her want to call her mom, but she didn’t. Instead, she drank her tea and then went back to lay on the couch.

She must have dozed off, only waking groggily when she felt herself being lifted from the couch against a hard chest. Oddly, her panic instinct didn’t click in, she just lay there as she was carried into her bedroom.

Sickly, she mumbled that she had to go to the restroom. She was carried into the bathroom to lose the tea she had drunk after another round of nausea. When she was finished, Knox washed her face off, removing the glistening sweat that showed her fever had risen.

“Do you need to use the restroom?” Diamond heard Knox’s voice rousing her to her senses.

“Yes,” her dry voice croaked.

“Go ahead.” He left her, closing the door behind him. Diamond didn’t take long. As soon as she had flushed the toilet, Knox was back, lifting her into his arms once more and then carrying her into her bedroom. Standing her on her feet by her bed, he began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Stop. What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of these clothes. You have vomit on your blouse.”

Diamond flushed, losing her composure for a second. “I can do it.”

Knox removed his hands, however when Diamond’s shaking fingers only managed to fumble with the tiny buttons, Knox brushed her fingers away. His fingers had the shirt unbuttoned within seconds, sliding the blouse off before unsnapping her bra. Diamond reached out to cover her large breasts, but Knox ignored her efforts, stepping closer to her to reach his arms around her to unzip her skirt. When the skirt fell to her feet, leaving her standing in nothing other than her panties, Diamond’s face blushed under her already heated skin.

“I can get myself undressed,” Diamond snapped.

Knox ignored her and went to her chest against the wall. “Where are your nightgowns?” Diamond pointed to her dresser. “Top drawer.”

Knox moved to the dresser, opening the drawer. He looked down for several seconds before pulling out a thin blue gown that had lace on the edges. Coming back to her, he slid the gown over her head. The nightgown came to her mid thighs.

“I see you do like color after all.”

Diamond threw him a dirty look as she climbed into her bed. Her bright purple panties that were now covered by the bright blue gown didn’t give her much room to argue. Knox pulled the covers over her before going back into the bathroom and returning with the nausea medicine. Taking it and the cold water he had gotten from the kitchen, she drank them then lay down on her bed.

Knox sat down on the bed next to her. “I’m going to crash on your sofa.” Diamond opened her mouth to protest. “Call me if you need anything.” With that, he left her lying there, not knowing what to do. Her cramping stomach finally made the choice for her and she relaxed into the soft bed, letting the medicine ease her back into a light doze.

Throughout the night, he helped her back and forth to the bathroom. Towards dawn, the cramping in her stomach eased and she was able to fall asleep. She kept kicking the covers off then would get cold again, pulling the covers back around her.

Finally managing to go into a deep sleep, she relaxed into the hard warmth at her back as her stomach was massaged by a warm hand, easing the tight muscles. Diamond lost all awareness and caring, only feeling the relief.

Sometime later, she tried to get up to go to the restroom only to find a hard arm pinning her to the bed. Stiffening, she realized that Knox was curved up against her back. Trying to slide out from underneath him, she felt his hard cock against her back. With a squeak, she tried harder to get out of the bed.

His hand slid to her hip over the silky material of her gown. “You going to be sick again?”

“No, I need to go to the bathroom.”

When the hand at her hip released her, Diamond slid out of the bed.

Taking her time, she brushed her teeth and hair then put on her robe before returning to her bedroom where Knox was sitting on the side of the bed. His stubble was in direct contrast to his cleanly shaven head. His eyes surveyed her covered in her white robe as she came out of the bathroom.

“Better?”

“Yes, I think I’m over the worst of it.”

Knox nodded his head before reaching down to grab his boots. Diamond watched as he put on his shoes.

“Why did you come back last night?”

“I knew you would be too stubborn to call anyone for help. I wouldn’t want Sex Piston around me when I was sick, either.”

“What have you got against my sister?” Diamond asked, thinking about defending her sister.

Knox looked up from putting on his shoes. “Other than she’s as looney as that crowd she hangs with, not a damn thing.”

Diamond changed the topic from her sister, knowing she didn’t have a leg to stand on. They really were all crazy as hell. “Why did you get in the bed?”

Knox’s face split into a sardonic grin. “You were crying because of your stomach. A couple of women at the club get bad cramps during their periods. Massage helps; I thought it would work on you. It did.” Knox shrugged.

Diamond squashed the jealous feeling of another woman receiving his caring attention. She hadn’t been the first woman he had rubbed away their pain, and she was damn sure she wouldn’t be the last one.

“Well, aren’t you just the master of knowledge where women are concerned?” Diamond said snidely.

Knox shrugged. “There’s not much I don’t know.”

Diamond stared at him angrily. “You don’t know shit about women, you know sluts.”

“Now that wasn’t nice.”

Diamond agreed, furious at herself for being so petty minded. “I’m sorry. Your personal life is no concern of mine. I just don’t like it when men assume all women are alike.”

“I would never compare you to The Last Rider women, Diamond. They are flesh and blood and can admit when their pussy is wet.”

Diamond stiffened, glaring at the arrogant ass who was now leaning back on his arms on her bed with his boot clad legs stretched out before him.

“I think it’s time you left, Knox. Thanks for your help.” Diamond dismissed him with an arrogant air of her own.

“I stayed the night, watching you puke your guts out and the only thanks I get is you shoving my ass out the door because you can’t admit you’re wet for me?” Knox leaned forward, anger filling his hard face.

“

I’m not wet for you. I couldn’t get wet for you. You’re a man-whore; I saw that for myself. So, no, I’m not fucking wet.”

“You’re a bigger bitch than your sister, and I can prove you wrong,” Knox said grimly.

“There is no proof, you moron!” Diamond yelled.

“We’ll just see about that.”

One second Diamond was standing there yelling, the next she was flying through the air, landing with a bounce on her bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, her robe and nightgown were jerked up to her waist.

“What the hell?” Diamond sputtered, trying to clench her thighs together, but Knox’s hands pulled them apart as he stood by the bed before his fingers slid under her purple panties, finding the hot warmth of her pussy.

“Oh, yeah, you’re wet,” Knox answered smugly.

Diamond was stunned at the speed his fingers had found the evidence of her lie.

“You fucking bastard.” Her foot tried to strike out at his gloating face, yet Knox caught her ankle in a hard hand, jerking it up into the air. Diamond found herself flat on her back as she heard her panties ripped from her.

“Let’s see how much wetter you can get.”

“Get your hands off me.” Diamonds other foot struck out and was grasped by his other hand.

“My pleasure.” Knox raised her legs up separating them as his face buried itself in her pussy and his tongue grazed across her clit then slid into the wetness she had denied existed. A whimper of denial escaped her lips at the unbelievable pleasure of him going down on her. Diamond’s mind struggled for half a second before the pleasure of his tongue drove all plans of resistance away from her willing body.

Feeling her response against his tongue, he placed her legs over his shoulders as his mouth began to torture her into a need that had her shaking. With his hand holding her hips, he lifted her higher against him as his tongue with the barbell played with her clit, rubbing it insidiously, bringing her close to coming. He stopped, sliding his tongue inside her tight pussy to use the barbell to rub the sensitive flesh. Diamond writhed against his experienced tongue as he had her hips thrusting against him. Knox pulled his face away.