Knox (Chicago Blaze 4)

He sighs into the phone and says, “No, I guess not.”

“Yeah, I guess not. And if you try to contact her again, I’ll do all three of those things to you at the same time, got it? I’ll put your ball sac in your jaw, break it, and then make you bleed. You know I can do that if I want to, right, Eric?”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m sure you can.”

“Knox Deveraux,” I growl into the phone. “Look me up online. And then go fuck yourself.”

I end the call, set the phone on the coffee table and grab my shirt from the back of the couch.

“I know,” I say, not looking at Reese. “I overstepped. You could have handled it yourself. But I couldn’t fucking help it, I—”

She grabs the shirt from my hands and tosses it to the floor. Our eyes meet then, and hers are a darker green than I’ve ever seen them, her chest moving up and down as she breathes in the silence.

“You didn’t overstep,” she says, her voice breaking with emotion.

She pulls her sweatshirt up over her head and lets it fall to the floor, the late morning sun shining on her spectacular, nearly naked body through the tops of the windows in her apartment, where there are no blinds. I’m spellbound as she slides her shorts off, her lean but curvy body making me completely hard once again.

Reese pulls my boxer briefs off, then pushes me down onto her couch and climbs on top of me, positioning her pussy over my erection before I even know what’s happening.

My cock knows, though, and fuck, does it feel good when Reese sinks halfway down the length of me, moaning and moving back up. I want to grab her hips and bury myself all the way in, but I know that’ll hurt her, so instead I press my palms to the couch cushions, my head falling back as I groan from the tight, wet feel of her.

She’s like an uncaged beast forcing her body to take a little bit more of me each time as she rides me in a way no woman ever has before. It feels fucking unreal, sure, but this is for her. Reese is fucking me. She’s riding my dick in pursuit of the release she needs after hearing the conversation I just had with her ex.

“Knox,” she says, her breath hot against my lips as she cups my cheeks in her hands. “Oh, God…” She’s taking my full length now, picking up the pace and riding me hard.

I can’t stop myself anymore. I wrap my hands around her hips and fuck her in return, our moans and grunts filling her small apartment as we both approach the brink.

Reese leans back, letting me steady her. Her tits bounce up and down and she tips her head back, both of us chasing the high we only get from each other.

Then, she ruins me for all other women forever. Reese looks straight into my eyes, tears shining in hers, and says, “I love you, Knox.”

I lose control of everything, starting to come. She grinds down on my cock and rides harder, crying out as she comes, too. I’ve never seen her let go of all inhibition the way she does in this moment—both physically and emotionally.

It takes a while for us to both come down, and then she wraps herself around me and I sink against the back of the couch.

She’s breathing hard, her face buried in the side of my neck. It takes me a solid minute to catch my breath and start thinking clearly again. It was hands-down the hottest, most amazing sex of my life. The sex in Kauai was great, but what we did just now…it was unreal.

And I know why. I was lusting for Reese then, but now, there’s something much bigger between us.

Stroking my hand over the top of her head, I say, “I love you, too.”Chapter EighteenReeseKnox walks in front of my treadmill, giving me a wry smile.

“Hey, don’t overdo it there, beast,” he says jokingly, leaning around to look at the screen on the machine I’m using. “3.5 miles an hour?” He shakes his head, still grinning.

“Hey, I’m not training for a marathon or anything.”

He arches a brow. “Clearly. It’d take you three days to do one, at this pace.”

I turn down the speed on my treadmill and step off when the belt is almost at a stop. Knox offers me a hand and I take it, just to be safe. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a treadmill.

“You’re lucky I even came,” I remind him. “I should be at home sleeping right now.”

“I am glad you came. And I already got a shower, so I’m ready to go get breakfast if you are.”

“Yeah, I can shower at home. I’m not sweating that much.”