Free HARD KNOX by Jaxson Kidman Page B

to her. I had to protect
myself. I had to save myself. I didn’t want to end up like Megan, you know?
    I got to the door and opened it,
freedom just a foot away.
    Yeah, freedom was just a foot away…
but not the kind I was hoping to find.
    The freedom in front of me right
then came with a name.
    And I spoke it.
    “Knox. ”
     
     
     
     
    He ripped the bags off my shoulders
and moved into my apartment like he owned the place. He slammed the door shut
and locked all the locks, including the chain which I never used before. There
was blood on his face and I knew it was his. He looked like he’d been roughed
up pretty bad. The anger flowed across his face but his eyes were a completely
different story.
    I realized he was wearing his
leather cut again. I hadn’t seen him in a Reaper’s Bastards MC cut in a while.
    What the fuck is going on?
    I couldn’t find the words to ask
him that.
    His hands grabbed my hips and he
walked me back. I’ll admit it - there were dozens of fantasies I had about Knox
and a good chunk of them started just like this. Him showing up and just
ravaging me.
    I kept walking back until I hit the
dining room table. His hands moved to the back of my legs and he lifted me up,
putting me on the table. He pulled at me, bringing our bodies together. Through
his jeans I felt him. I. Felt. Him. His huge cock getting bigger by the
second. The fucking apartment was so hot and steamy I expected the smoke alarms
to start beeping.
    One hand slipped around to my back
and he came forward to kiss me. A sensible person would have stopped Knox from
kissing me, but there was no sense with him. He scrambled my brain, my heart,
and everything else in my body. He activated needs that I never knew I had.
    We started to kiss and the
intention was very clear.
    He was here to fuck me.
    His left hand grabbed at the bottom
of my shirt and his hand explored. I felt his strong, outlaw fingers cup over
my breast, squeezing, sending a warm pulse down through my core right to
between my legs.
    His other hand touched my face,
gently stroking my cheek as he kissed me harder. Of course, it was the wrong
side of my face and, of course, he started to press harder.
    I fought the urge to jump back from
the pain but I couldn’t control it.
    The second I winced and pulled
away, our moment was done.
    Knox eased back and looked right at
my face.
    I saw his eyes go wide and I knew
he knew.
    Fuck.
    “Why are you wearing so much
makeup?” he asked.
    I just stared.
    “And your bags… you were taking
off?”
    “Yeah. I have cash. Not enough, but
I…”
    “Why?” he growled at me.
    Knox was still between my legs. He
should have been tearing my clothes off. His mouth should have been kissing
anywhere he wanted to kiss on me.
    “Darlin’, tell me what you’re
thinking,” Knox said to me.
    “Tell me first,” I whispered. “What
happened to your face?”
    “I had a talk with Porter.”
    “No,” I said. I reached for the
cuts. “Knox…”
    “It’s all good,” he said.
    “Why are you wearing your leather
cut again?”
    “Simple. I’m meant to fucking wear
this. This is who I am. The Reap has not died and never will die. I’m an outlaw
with a bad heart, Ana, but you’re the only one who makes my heart feel right.
That’s why I’m here. I’m done fucking around. I’m done playing games. There’s a
lot I have to say to you but right now, I’m alone with you. I’m fucking finally
alone with you the way I’ve always dreamed to be.”
    Jesus … fuck me … Knox …
    My entire body quivered.
    I touched the end of the table and
tried to lower my head.
    All I wanted to do was disappear.
The temptation was too great though. Most women would love to indulge a little
with temptation, but with Knox, there was no indulging. It was addicting.
    Knox touched my jaw and made it so
I couldn’t avoid looking at him.
    “Your face,” he whispered. “Go
clean that shit off. I want to see.”
    “No,” I said. “Knox,