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  That’s the plan anyway, but when we pull in, Savanna’s right there to collect her. She rushes the fuck off like zombies were on her ass.

  “Cockblocked,” Crow laughs hard as he walks inside. If he weren’t my president, I’d shoot his ass myself.

  Chapter 10

  lola

  Savanna latches onto my wrist and all but drags me into what has to be called a compound. The walls are cement blocks that are painted white. The door’s a big black heavy metal.

  The brief glimpse that I got from the main room shows tables and couches. A bar takes up one side, and people are doing stuff I thought’s only meant for the bedroom.

  She brings me to a room like I’m a child needing rest and a safe haven. Although, this morning, I’m ready to explore and see all of it.

  The door creaks as I open it, causing me to wince. What if someone hears me? What if Savanna comes around the corner and scolds me about my safety again.

  Why am I so worried? My feet pick up the pace as I walk out of the room. I want to see this place really badly. Savanna has spent weeks here, and if I’m not lying to myself, I want to see Knox again.

  Something in me wants to be closer to him. I need to know more about him. When I climbed from his bike last night, it felt like a piece of me was tugged out and left with him.

  “Where are you going, doll?” I hear the voice behind me.

  Hot breath fans my ear, causing me to jump. The voice has been low, and it’s filled with humor as it whispers in my ear.

  “My name’s Lola,” I growl.

  Laughter brushes my neck and hair, forcing a smile to form on my lips. I love his voice.

  “Lola, where are you going?” Knox asks again.

  Sighing, I look up at him. “I’m curious,” I tell Knox. I leave out the part about wanting to find him. Also, the part of me deep down that knows he’s what I’ve been looking for.

  “Want something to eat? I’m starving.” He rubs his flat stomach, and my eyes are glued to the movement. I remember how hard his stomach is. I could feel the ridges of his abs under my fingers.

  “Whoa, there doll. You’re drooling,” his fingers wipe at my mouth, removing the imaginary drool.

  “Ha, ha, ha,” I grumble even as heat fills my cheeks, turning them a bright deep red.

  “You’re blushing,” he whispers as the knuckles of his right-hand caresses my heated cheek. A sigh escapes me before I can hold it back.

  “Fuck, doll,” he growls.

  Something in me clenches. I want this man with a fever I don’t understand. I watch as his eyes darken, and then his fingers are in my hair. I suck in a deep breath as his lips press gently against mine.

  The kiss is slow, barely moving, and my toes lift me higher as I try to get closer. I need Knox, but instead, he pulls back. Withdrawing from me completely.

  “Fuck! Sweet, too damn sweet,” he growls and turns away. His fingers brush his hair back, and they link behind his head.

  I don’t understand. Too sweet? What’s too sweet?

  “Knox,” I whisper as I reach out for one of the hands behind his head.

  “Let’s get you fed doll, and then I promise to give you a little tour of the clubhouse,” he tells me without meeting my eyes.

  I did something, and I’m not sure what I did. But whatever it is, it’s filling me with disappointment. I just shared my first kiss with a man, and I feel nothing but a deep sadness that it’s over.

  Chapter 11

  lola

  Days blend together, and all of them are spent with this man who’s currently leaning over me. The plaid blanket is sprawled beneath us. It’s cliché and makes it all the more romantic.

  After our kiss in the hallway, I expect Knox to back off and leave. I thought he would avoid me at all costs. Instead, he makes regular appearances.

  Today he takes me for a ride on his bike to this amazing beach. The sand is cool under the blanket, and the sky’s a wash of gray and blue. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. Not even for a sunny warm day.

  My thoughts drift to the text that I got. The very text I keep a complete secret from everyone. I know I should tell someone, but it’s embarrassing and a little scary. The words flash into my mind, and I fight the shudder.

  You’re mine.

  That’s it. I keep telling myself that maybe it’s meant for someone else. Maybe it’s a romantic gesture to someone, but then I remember Craig and something in me darkens a little.

  I’m lost in this dark moment letting it interfere with this beautiful moment Knox has set out for me. I’m letting it ruin my first date.

  “Hey, where did you go?” Knox asks with a smile. His fingers caress my cheek.

  “Nowhere. How could I possibly when I’m in this paradise?”

  “Perfection. You’re perfection, Lola.”

  Something in me squeezes. I lean up on my elbows and press my lips to his. I kiss Knox like my next breath depends on it.

  Over the last four days together, he’s been sweet, kind, and attentive. It’s everything I never thought I would have. I’ve noticed the club girls and their vicious glares. He’s been ignoring them while his attention has been on me.

  Those callous fingers shift, then his hands are in my hair. He pulls me closer to him, while his warm muscular body slowly lowers onto mine. This causes me to press into the soft sand below.

  I can hear the waves crash against the shore. My heart is beating fast, and I want more than just a few stolen kisses. I want all of him.

  “I want you,” I tell him.

  “Lola...”

  Shaking my head, I grab my shirt and pull it over my head. I want him, no, I need him. My lacey light pink bra has absolutely no coverage against the chilly temperatures. It causes my nipples to harden and press painfully against the soft silky material.

  My hands go to his shirt, tugging and pulling until it slides up and over his head. I want to feel all of him. Never in all my life have I wanted to be this close to another human being.

  “I ache,” I whisper.

  It’s like the words snap something inside of him. His hands cover my breasts, and his thumbs play with my nipples. Which forces my back to arch as a pleasure roots deep inside of me.

  Loud moans spill past my parted lips as I pant in need. Closing my eyes, I let the feelings wash over me, heating me.

  As much as I want to drag this out. No matter how much I’ve fantasized about this being like some romantic scene from a romance book, I want him now. Not forever from now. The ache is almost painful. This throbbing need to be closer is lashing at me.

  “I need you now,” I groan as his fingers pinch one of my hard-little nubs.

  “Clothes off now,” he growls.

  My hands go to my pants, and I’m tugging and pushing until they’re clear off my legs. I watch in wide-eye wonder as Knox rips the clothes from his body at a speed that should have been terrifying.

  Before I can utter a word through my shock, Knox’s hands are back in my hair, and his lips crash down onto mine. His tongue licks the seam of my lips before I part them. He then slips inside of me while I tug at his hair.

  I cry out when his hard dick presses against the seam of my panties. He’s grinding against my pussy as he devours my mouth. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

  “Please,” I plead. I need more.

  One of Knox’s amazing hands slide down my side and right into my panties. There’s no pause, no lingering for dramatic effect. Two of his fingers slide right into my pussy in one quick thrust.

  “Oh god,” I cry.

  Then he’s pumping it in and out of me. I cry out as he adds another finger, stretching me. Touching me where no one’s ever touched me before.

  “More,” I beg.

  I need him inside of me. I want to feel his body against mine.

  “Baby,” he groans as his fingers pull from my body.

  “I need you,” I tell him.

  Those words seem to shift something
inside of him. My panties rip as he tugs them from my body, then his cock presses against my opening. Before I can say another word, he’s powering inside of me. One quick thrust after another.

  “So, fucking tight,” he growls as I cry out in both pleasure and pain.

  “Oh, god,” I scream.

  His growl is punctuated with another hard thrust. He rips through my virginity and bottoms out. My back arches as pain shoots through me. It quickly mixes with pleasure as his skillful fingers find my clit.

  “Fuck, you should have told me,” he groans as I clench around him.

  “I need you to move,” I growl at him. I’m throbbing in need.

  “Lola...” he protests.

  “Fuck me, Knox,” I demand.

  There’s a pulsing need deep inside of me that’s almost painful, and I need him to make it go away. This desire is like a wildfire. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were flames nearby, it’s that intense.

  His hips pull back like he’s going to pull out instantly. My legs come up and wrap around his waist, tugging him closer to me.

  “I need you,” I tell him desperately.

  “Fuck baby, how can I stop now?” His hips press back into me, and my head falls back onto the blanket.

  I scream out as he pulls back and slams inside of me again and again. Each thrust causes a pleasure that’s so intense it shoots inside of me. I’m wondering if I’m going to die.

  The hand in my hair tugs, pulling my head back. It causes my back to arch and forces me to stay in place as he thrust into me harder and faster. Powering into me deeper. I feel him bottom out over and over again as he tunnels into me so deeply that he hits my womb.

  “Tightest, sweetest pussy,” he groans as I clench around him. His filthy words are intensifying my pleasure. “My fucking pussy, all mine.”

  His fingers tug on my clit, giving it a gentle pinch, and I scream as it hits me. A tidal wave of intense tingling pleasure bowls over me, and I lose my ability to breathe.

  “Your mine, Lola,” he growls as his hips falter. I can feel him swell and throb inside me. After another thrust, I can feel him explode. Rope after rope of his cum fills me with each thrust.

  “All fucking mine.” His lips press against me as he pulls me closer. I never want to move again. I want to stay right here in this magical spot with Knox.

  Chapter 12

  lola

  “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in a while. You’ve been spending almost every minute with Knox for the past week,” Savanna asks as she and Ronnie slowly sit down in one of the many vacant chairs at my table.

  The table I’m sitting at is pretty empty since the other women around here hate me. They’ve been avoiding me at all costs and only send me nasty glares. They also whisper hateful things as I pass by.

  Savanna’s right. I’ve spent almost every moment with him since we got here. He’s currently at the bar, getting me a margarita.

  “Great. Perfect. Honestly, I’m in heaven,” I sigh happily.

  Both of them laugh and nod their heads, completely understanding me. But I don’t think they truly understand. No one has given me this kind of affection. Not the kind of attention that Knox has. It’s as if he cares about every word that I utter, every move that I make, and every single thing that makes me, well, me.

  “I’ve never seen Knox like this with a woman,” Ronnie tells us both.

  “I know. Normally he just avoids the girls. Unless he… nevermind,” Savanna says while looking at anything but me.

  Ronnie laughs but coughs to cover it up. I want to laugh, but instead, I try to look disgruntled. I’m sure I fail and probably look constipated. The thought has me laughing uncontrollably.

  “It’s fine, Savanna. I know he isn’t an angel. Hell, I’m happy for the experience.” Even if it makes me jealous as fuck. The complete contradiction, I know.

  A tall clear glass filled with beautiful lime green liquid is set in front of me, and I have to fight the urge to lick my lips. This man keeps showing me everything that I’ve been missing. And this is one of my favorites.

  “Ladies,” Knox says before dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

  I hear the sigh that follows that innocent little kiss, and my chest warms.

  “Thank you,” I tell Knox with a smile.

  “Behave,” he tells me with a laugh. I try to swat his ass and mumble that I’m always good.

  “Another club meeting?” I ask as the guys head towards the big room where they gather. The meeting room is completely off-limits to women.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he gives me another quick kiss. This time it’s on the lips before he disappears.

  “Should I be worried?” I ask Savanna and Ronnie.

  “No, probably just a run,” Ronnie says with a shrug.

  What the hell is a run? I want to ask, but I don’t want to look like I’m utterly incompetent. I love being with Knox, and I love being on his bike. I also love… oh shit, I love him.

  “No worries,” Savanna tells me with a smile.

  It should have put me at ease, but it didn’t, and neither did the text that I got an hour ago.

  I know where you are.

  Chapter 13

  Knox

  “What the fuck is going on with the Grimm Brothers?” I ask.

  If something is up with the club, I need to know before I head in there.

  “Just a political visit, man,” Gage tells me.

  If all I need to do is make an appearance, that means I can take Lola with me. Another long ride with her on the back of my bike. Fuck yes. The feel of her legs encasing mine, her small slim fingers pressing into my abdomen.

  “Hey, keep that shit anywhere, but in here,” Crow laughs.

  I look at the man like he’s losing his fucking mind. What the fuck is he talking about?

  “Your boner. Keep that shit out of our sanctuary.” Gage informs me.

  I don’t have a fucking boner, the pricks.

  “I didn’t know you liked me like that. I’m flattered really, but I don’t swing that way,” I tell both Gage and Crow with an utterly sincere look on my face.

  “Fuck you, Knox,” they both snarl.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You were the ones talking about my dick.” I remind them.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Crow snarls.

  My mouth closes tightly. I’m sure the fucker doesn’t want to start this trip with only one functioning eye. Zeke, on the other hand, is laughing like a hyena.

  “Get the fuck out of here. You need to head out tomorrow morning.” I watch as Crow leaves and looks back to Zeke. He shrugs and heads out too.

  I’m excited. I feel like I’m ten and was just let loose in a toy store. Lola does that to me. She makes me feel free, like when I’m riding.

  Chapter 14

  Lola

  We watch as the men slowly file out of the room. My eyes are on Knox as he makes his way over to us only to be drawn away when Weston and Gage beat him to the table. My attention shifts to Crow as he disappears down the hallway. Where’s he going?

  “Maria is on bed rest,” Savanna tells me having noticed where my attention has gone.

  “Oh.” I have yet to meet the elusive Maria. From what the girls tell me, she’s amazingly sweet. I honestly can’t wait! Meeting a new friend is exciting.

  “Love you,” Gage tells Ronnie.

  My heart melts a little. Gage and Ronnie are so sweet. They’re like a sugar overdose. I swear if you hang around them for too long, you’ll get Type 2 diabetes.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Knox appears on my right and is quick to latch onto me. The feel of his warm hand over mine has my gut-wrenching.

  As we head to his room, my smile stretches over my face. I want to pull him close and never let him go.

  “I need to head out tomorrow,” Knox informs me.

  Just like that, my smile falls, and the happy bubble that I was just in pops. Disappearing as if it never existed.

  “Re
ally?” I could hear the sorrow and pitty in my own voice.

  “I want you to come with me,” He exclaims.

  I’m getting emotional whiplash. I literally feel like I’m going from one extreme to the next.

  “You’re serious?” I ask in disbelief. For a small moment, I thought it was a joke. But he’s looking at me with such sincerity as the door to the room opens.

  “Fuck yeah I do. I need to go over to another club and make an appearance. You know, see how they're doing. Shit like that.”

  It sounds important, and Knox wants to take me with him. My smile returns, and this time I leap into his arms. I wrap myself around his neck and press my lips to his.

  I need to be closer to him. No one in my life has ever made me feel the way he does.

  Desperately, I tug at the back of his shirt. I need to touch him. I want to feel our bodies together.

  “Now. I need you now, Knox,” I whisper against his lips.

  “Fuck baby,” he growls as he releases me.

  I want to scream as his hands leave my body. I feel a deep pull, and I need him this very second. Not in five minutes from now, or an hour, I need him now.

  I pause as I watch him remove his shirt. Nothing is better than a Knox strip show. The man is utter perfection.

  “Get them off,” he snarls as I rip my shirt over my head.

  “Take all of your clothes off now,” he reminds me with a smirk. Without another word, he unbuttons his pants. My eyes hungrily take in the way his dick clears the top of his boxers.

  I want him like I want my next breath. This pulsing need is almost painful. I feel like the world is spinning out of control.

  Kicking off my shoes, I tug my panties and jeans off, not even pausing when I all but tear my bra from my body.

  We crash together, and my back hits the wall, knocking a small puff of breath from my lungs. There’s no foreplay, no build-up, just a desperate need for release.

  Knox grips my ass, lifting me as I wrap my legs around his trim, muscular waist.