me.
“Knox?”
The voice was almost a whisper,
angelic, like a perfect musical note to sooth my bubbling, hate filled soul.
I looked over my shoulder and saw
Ana standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Her hands were on each end of the
doorway like she was fighting her own battle whether to come in or not.
I spun and a smile instantly
climbed across my face. There were only two things that made that happen. My
motorcycle and Ana.
Shit, they were also my two
favorite things to ride.
“Darlin’,” I said. “What are you
doing here?”
“Like I didn't hear your
motorcycle?” she asked. “I should be asking you what you’re doing here.”
“You know what I’m doing here,” I
said. “I’m looking for you.”
I stepped toward her.
She was in a long, white shirt,
from just above her knees down to her feet exposed. She always wore shirts like
that when it was hot out. I knew there was nothing under that shirt except a
pair of panties. Her tits pressed against the shirt. They were so fucking full
and firm, even without a bra.
My cock began to swell.
Her hands slid up the doorway, her
shirt pulling against her body. Even in the pale light of the bedroom I could
see the way her nipples began to show through the shirt.
More of those beautiful legs of
hers began to show, too.
“Why are you looking for me?” she
asked.
“You know why, darlin’,” I said. “I’m
never going to stop looking for you. Checking on you. Protecting you when you
need me most.”
I saw the way she half smiled and
then quickly bit her lip. She was battling the urges… she wanted a normal life
but she also wanted the outlaw.
I inched even closer to her.
I loved the cat and mouse game we
played. Flirty shit back and forth and then we’d end up fooling around. I had
yet to really have Ana the way I wanted though. There was always something in
our way. That didn’t mean we didn’t get each other off, I just hadn’t had the
chance to take her, strip her slowly, claim every inch of her body with my
tongue, and then fuck her all night long. That’s all she needed. Then her sense
of normal would never be the same again.
Tonight ’s the night, Knox …
No, tonight was not the night.
I leaned forward towards her,
watching her come right at me. Our lips touched and then our tongues started to
do battle. She exhaled through her nose like it was a sigh of relief. She
melted into me, pressing those amazing tits against my chest. Her hands touched
my face, digging at my scruff. She broke the kiss and put her head back, softly
moaning as I kissed down her neck.
My hands moved forward and I
grabbed her waist. I don’t give a shit what anyone says, a woman with curves is
amazing. A woman who took care of herself but didn’t obsess about what bullshit
was poured through TV was true beauty. Being able to squeeze my fingers and
feel Ana drove me wild. Feeling the way her hips moved out and around made me
groan and bite at her neck. The move made Ana jump and yelp. She then grabbed
at my arms and threw her head back even more, laughing playfully.
That sound…
I slid my hands down to her ass. I
made sure she could feel what she did to my dick.
But then the scene suddenly came to
a halt.
“What is this?” she asked.
She tore her hands away from me.
She backed away and looked at her hands. I flipped the switch in the hallway,
turning on the light right above Ana. She was in all white and there on her
left hand was blood. There was something so symbolic about seeing it. Something
that would stick in my mind forever.
I looked down at myself and saw the
blood on my right arm.
“Ah, shit,” I said.
“Knox… tell me that’s your blood.”
I looked right at Ana and knew if I
started lying to her right then I’d end up on the same path as my parents.
Anytime my old man tried to tell Ma the truth, she went nuts about it. I think
that was part of the reason he jumped into bed with Ana’s mother.
Shit.
“Ana,” I said.
“Tell
“Knox?”
The voice was almost a whisper,
angelic, like a perfect musical note to sooth my bubbling, hate filled soul.
I looked over my shoulder and saw
Ana standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Her hands were on each end of the
doorway like she was fighting her own battle whether to come in or not.
I spun and a smile instantly
climbed across my face. There were only two things that made that happen. My
motorcycle and Ana.
Shit, they were also my two
favorite things to ride.
“Darlin’,” I said. “What are you
doing here?”
“Like I didn't hear your
motorcycle?” she asked. “I should be asking you what you’re doing here.”
“You know what I’m doing here,” I
said. “I’m looking for you.”
I stepped toward her.
She was in a long, white shirt,
from just above her knees down to her feet exposed. She always wore shirts like
that when it was hot out. I knew there was nothing under that shirt except a
pair of panties. Her tits pressed against the shirt. They were so fucking full
and firm, even without a bra.
My cock began to swell.
Her hands slid up the doorway, her
shirt pulling against her body. Even in the pale light of the bedroom I could
see the way her nipples began to show through the shirt.
More of those beautiful legs of
hers began to show, too.
“Why are you looking for me?” she
asked.
“You know why, darlin’,” I said. “I’m
never going to stop looking for you. Checking on you. Protecting you when you
need me most.”
I saw the way she half smiled and
then quickly bit her lip. She was battling the urges… she wanted a normal life
but she also wanted the outlaw.
I inched even closer to her.
I loved the cat and mouse game we
played. Flirty shit back and forth and then we’d end up fooling around. I had
yet to really have Ana the way I wanted though. There was always something in
our way. That didn’t mean we didn’t get each other off, I just hadn’t had the
chance to take her, strip her slowly, claim every inch of her body with my
tongue, and then fuck her all night long. That’s all she needed. Then her sense
of normal would never be the same again.
Tonight ’s the night, Knox …
No, tonight was not the night.
I leaned forward towards her,
watching her come right at me. Our lips touched and then our tongues started to
do battle. She exhaled through her nose like it was a sigh of relief. She
melted into me, pressing those amazing tits against my chest. Her hands touched
my face, digging at my scruff. She broke the kiss and put her head back, softly
moaning as I kissed down her neck.
My hands moved forward and I
grabbed her waist. I don’t give a shit what anyone says, a woman with curves is
amazing. A woman who took care of herself but didn’t obsess about what bullshit
was poured through TV was true beauty. Being able to squeeze my fingers and
feel Ana drove me wild. Feeling the way her hips moved out and around made me
groan and bite at her neck. The move made Ana jump and yelp. She then grabbed
at my arms and threw her head back even more, laughing playfully.
That sound…
I slid my hands down to her ass. I
made sure she could feel what she did to my dick.
But then the scene suddenly came to
a halt.
“What is this?” she asked.
She tore her hands away from me.
She backed away and looked at her hands. I flipped the switch in the hallway,
turning on the light right above Ana. She was in all white and there on her
left hand was blood. There was something so symbolic about seeing it. Something
that would stick in my mind forever.
I looked down at myself and saw the
blood on my right arm.
“Ah, shit,” I said.
“Knox… tell me that’s your blood.”
I looked right at Ana and knew if I
started lying to her right then I’d end up on the same path as my parents.
Anytime my old man tried to tell Ma the truth, she went nuts about it. I think
that was part of the reason he jumped into bed with Ana’s mother.
Shit.
“Ana,” I said.
“Tell
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