Page 38 of Misrule
As much as he wanted to turn her onto her back and drive into her, he didn’t. He let her ride him and set the pace, loving the sight of her bouncing breasts and the sheer ecstasy on her face.
When she lost all reason, all sense, screamed his name, he embraced her, then flipped them over, still connected to her. Usually, he’d kiss her, absorb her cries. Tonight, though, he pounded into her, reveled in the sound of her voice.
One last time, he pumped into her, and cum gushed out, taking his breath and making his head spin. For long moments afterwards, they lay silent. She stroked along the valley of his spine. Goosebumps rose on his flesh and he trembled.
After a moment, she drew in a shuddering breath.
He turned onto his back. The sheets, wet from their bathwater, felt cold and uncomfortable underneath his hot skin. He grinned. “The bed has to be changed.”
“Hmm,” she said drowsily. “And the floor mopped.”
Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her forehead. “Why don’t you go downstairs, while I tidy things up?”
Her lashes fluttered and her eyes popped open. “Fuck! What time is it? How long have you been here?”
Leaning over, he flipped on the lamp, to better see her. The light that had been flooding into the room from the bathroom was adequate but not good enough.
“Does it matter?” He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “This ridiculous edict Mortician has in place has to end.”
She sighed, then sat next to him and snuggled close. Tempering his annoyance, Knox wrapped an arm around her.
“The boy is only looking out for me, Knox,” she told him. “Let him do this. Cooperate to show that you understand the club dynamics. Thegroupdynamics.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the club dynamics, Roxanne,” he snapped. “I’m not one of them and hope to never be. I don’t have a tattoo. I don’t ride a bike. I’m not ignorant!”
She jerked away from him and jumped to her feet. Hands on hips, she turned and glared at him. It didn’t seem to matter to her that she was nude. Her breasts were round and firm, thanks to her surgery. Her waist curved in, then flared out into hips and ass that was all the current rage. He reached for her, but she knocked his hand away.
“That’s so unworthy of you. Those boys aren’t ignorant. Besides, what the fuck is wrong with a tattoo? Or a motorcycle? I happen to like those things too.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Really? That means you intend to get inked and ride the wind?”
“No, Knox. Would it bother you if I did?”
He didn’t want to answer that, not even silently, afraid of what he’d say. Instead, he changed the subject and went back to the topic they’d been discussing before they made love. “What do you mean you didn’t know about this until tonight? This should’ve been your idea,” he grouched.
“Don’t think I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, motherfucker. By not responding to me and pulling a dirty, lowdown trick of changing the subject, you’ve actually answered me loud and clear. In the interest of time, I’m going to let that sneaky shit slide, Knox. To answer your question, this was my baby’s idea. She went to Meggie and together, they got the others involved. They didn’t want me to get my hopes up that we could thwart Mortician and Outlaw so we could spend time together. Once they decided it was doable, they told me. That’s when I stood up and said how tired I was.”
He stormed to his feet. “Right, and it took your daughter and Megan Caldwell to arrange this? You’re the one going along with Mortician and you didn’t have the courtesy to want to see me.”
She raised a finger, then pointed it at him. “Look, motherfucker, I don’t remember you coming up with one motherfucking scheme for us to get together.” With each word, her finger wiggled and twisted, punctuating her anger. “Don’t stand there and play the fucking victim. You already set yourself above almost every motherfucker in this motherfucker, except maybe Johnnie because you think he’s on your level. I’m trying to get the boys to accept you. Instead of bitching and complaining and accusingmeof not thinking about your ass, you should be taking this time to get to really know Mortician and the others. You should be thanking him for wanting to protect me.”
“You’re a grown fucking woman, Roxanne,” he bit out. “What do you need protection from? Certainly not me!”
She made a face at him.
“You’re fucking kidding me? I deserve your trust and devotion!”
“You have it, Knox.” She heaved in a breath. “I want to get this right, though. I want to be with you until my dying day. But I don’t have the best track record with marriage. You and me, we come from two different worlds in so many ways, sugar. For months, we’ve lived in our own little isolated paradise, not allowing much outside influence to touch us. You’re everything to me. Our marriage is important to me. Still, there’s something there. Something between us, and I know it’s the way you feel about my family.”
“The only family you have here is Bailey, Roxanne.”
Her look turned disapproving. “I also have grandbabies, in case you’ve forgotten,” she said with so much hostility Knox took a step back. “And Mortician is my son-in-law. Kendall is like a daughter to me. Outlaw—”
“Don’t bring Kendall into this.” The same guilt he’d felt since he started working with Outlaw to get rid of that redheaded bitch surfaced in him.
“Kendall is my family, too,” Roxanne said patiently, like he didn’t have a smidgeon of sense. “Outlaw is like a son to me.”
“A son who gave you a fuckingpurpletruck. A very high-end one at that. His criminal behavior allowed him to buy that. Besides, he’s almost as old as you. Brother material.Lovermaterial, but definitely not qualified to be your son.”
