“Always with the we’ll sees. He’s as bad as Trace with his stupid maybes,” Blakely says, but she’s not really talking to me, or not realizing she’s talking out loud. I decide to let her be and not to respond, giving her this concession because believe it or not, I am hurting now, and she’s right, I do need to rest. The least I can do is give her this, so if it means I’ll be staying in the truck, then I will, this time.
Sixteen
Blakely
It took all of a few days for me to forgive Knox. It was kind of hard not to, what with me living with him and all. I will say this, when he apologized, he did it well. There was lots of talking, but I was relentless with him. It wasn’t until he started to get down on his knees to beg for my forgiveness that I gave in. It might have had something to do with the way he was already yanking up my sundress too, that’s for another day though. Let’s just say, Knox can apologize with his mouth anytime.
That didn’t mean there wasn’t a huge learning curve the first few days for us, like the fact that he’s an early riser, and when I say early, I mean five o’clock in the morning early. I was okay with being an early-bird-gets-the-worm person, but even that was a bit early for myself. I know it comes with the territory of being a rancher. There was no way I was getting up before the sun rises though.
So, more times than not, I’d wake up, crawl out of bed, hair a crazy mess, in a shirt of Knox’s and bare beneath. He’d cook us breakfast, and we’d drink a cup of coffee out on the back porch instead of the front. “Our parents are nosey. Don’t need them seeing where my hands are on any given day.” Those were Knox’s words, not mine, though he wasn’t wrong. Today, it’s me straddling his lap, reverse cowgirl style, his fingers tunneling in and out of my center, taking me to the brink of orgasm only to pull them out, lick his fingers, and attempt to carry me inside to what I hope is him finally taking me.
“I’ll walk, but I bet I can beat you there,” I tease. Then I’m ripping out of his arms, opening the door, leaving it hanging on the hinges, taking my shirt off, and scurrying down to our bedroom. Knox’s heavy footsteps are right behind me, and I know there’s not much time until he’s on me. This time, I’d like to be the one to shock him.
“Fucking hell, darlin’.” I made it to the bed in time, lying flat on my back, legs bent, spread open, one hand cupping my breast, a thumb gliding over the beaded nipple, my other hand though, that’s where his gaze is glued to. The tips of my fingers are at my center, slowly dipping my middle finger inside while my thumb is on my clit.
“If you don’t finally get inside me, I’m going to do this on my own, nice and slow. You’ve been holding back, and I get that it was because of your knee, but I can’t wait any longer,” I moan.
“It wasn’t my knee, that I can assure you. The only reason I’ve held back was to make sure you and I were on the right path. You know that I treated you like a bastard, but, Blakely, the minute I’m inside of you, I’m not leaving, ever. It doesn’t matter that I’m damn near fifteen years older than you, not anymore. You’ll be tied to me, so you better be real fucking sure.” He’s already sliding his jeans down his legs. His cock is long and hard, pointing up to his belly with a slight curve.
“The age difference was your issue, not mine, and, Knox, I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen years old, when I shouldn’t have.” My head tips back on a sigh when he finally slides between my thighs, his calloused hands giving that slight bit of abrasion as he opens my legs further. The nip on the inside of thigh brings my eyes to Knox.
“You going to watch me eat you, darlin’?” His hand swats mine away, and then he’s licking me from my clit all the way to my entrance.
“God.” My hands tighten in the tangle of sheets beneath me as Knox’s scent and mine surround us.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but be warned, you’re not coming unless it’s on my dick.” I try to respond, but no words come out. Instead, I nod my head, agreeing to any and everything Knox will give me. I feel the slide of his tongue, the friction of his jaw against my thighs, and the vibration of his groan as he works my body into a frenzied pace. His lips latch on to my clit, sucking on it, causing my hips to grind up, and when he adds a finger, slowing thrusting inside of me, I know my orgasm is hovering right on the edge.