5. Knox

CHAPTER 5

Knox

T he way Gemma's back arches, grinding her hips against my crotch has my mind reeling from the possibilities of all that could be. I'm not stupid enough to think this can go beyond tonight. Eventually, I'll move on.

The consequences of tonight don't bother me one way or another. For what may come, I'll at least enjoy the tender pussy of a woman who gets wet off me just touching her. Gemma thrives off the danger, moaning as she writhes against me fingering her pussy. However, I need her to focus.

"Show it to me," I remind her as she comes, her essence coating my fingers. The sound of her moisture echoes around the small space, getting me hard and ready to fuck her all over again. I watch her closely as she swipes through pictures and videos.

Any videos of me or my name are no longer in the phone, but I left a clip of me fucking her over the back of the chair. It's five seconds at the most, her titties swaying in the camera with the bottom of her mouth forming the perfect ‘O' from the climax.

"Don't distract me," I warn her. "Show me what you saw that changed your mind about Paulie and waiting for the police."

Finally, she pulls up a still image of the driver. It's from after the robbery. Once I see what I need to identify the asshole, I grab the phone and send the files to myself. I take one last look at the video of us fucking before I do what I know I have to. I manually reset the phone, erasing all of its contents and putting it face down on the table.

I shove Gemma onto the bed, ready to take that sweet pussy again when my phone vibrates and chimes. I snarl, glancing at the time. At nearly three in the morning, I know it has to be important. I remember the conversation with Clive from earlier.

Fuck.

"I'll be right back. Stay out of trouble," I tell Gemma as I slip her powered-off phone into my pocket and walk out of the shack.

"What?" I bark, swinging it open to see Clive standing there.

His stupid grin tells me he may know more about what I have inside than I need him to know. "I was just wondering about the food you sent me to get. I know you said to get the basement ready, but you know, security footage has you carrying in something a little less masculine than a hack taxi driver."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I know you said you were robbed, but that little thing doesn't look like she can hold up a lemonade stand let alone get you to lie down on the pavement. Why don't you let me have a little sample or something for my trouble?"

My hand grips him by the throat, lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the door. "Leave now, Clive."

His words come out in a jumble of breaths as he struggles under the pressure of me choking him. He says, "I just figured it was a pro since you don't make friends. She's clearly not the asshole who robbed you. I mean, why shouldn't I get a go? I've been running errands for you all night and you haven't paid me yet. So?—"

I silence his words with a punch to the face, letting him drop to the ground as he clutches his face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Clive. There's nothing for you here. If I catch you around here again, I'll remind you why they call me the Sandman. You don't want to wake up in my basement."

"Shit, man. I just wanted some pussy. I think you broke my nose." He whimpers and clutches his bleeding face.

I flex my fingers in and out of a fist, glaring at him as he stumbles away from the vacant lot. "You're lucky that's all I did. Get the fuck out of here, Clive."

Clive scurries off and I need to get back to Gemma to make sure she's not doing anything stupid like trying to escape. There's something inside of her, inside of that mind of hers that lures me in like a moth to a flame. Fantasies erupt, thinking of every way I can drag those orgasms out of her.

A smile etches across my face at the mere thought of spreading Gemma wide, handcuffing her to the bed and having my way with her. That smooth pussy is meant for me. It's also the reason my mind's wandering, failing to pay attention as I unlock the door to step inside the bedroom.

The blow of the collapsed table coming across my face forces me to step back, tripping over the threshold before hitting the back of my head against the ground. The room's spinning as it all fades to black.

It doesn't feel like I'm out for long, but when I come to, I fully expect Gemma to be gone and police officers raiding the little shack. Instead, she's standing above me, her gaze piercing me with those gorgeous green eyes.

I move to grab her when my wrists clink against the metal post of the bed. I'm furious but turned on at the same time. It takes every ounce of energy to not smile.

"What are you doing? Where are the cops?" My eyes dart around but all I see is her. I can't move my legs either. Fuck. It dawns on me that my clothes are gone too.

"Payback's a bitch, Sandman."

The grin on her face has seduction and mischief all over it. My head is still spinning and my mouth is dry. She steps away and comes back with a cup of water and a straw. I take a sip without any hesitation. I'm at peace with whatever she has in store.

"How do you feel?" she asks, tipping her head to the side.

"I'd feel great if you uncuffed me." The words leave my mouth, but my head sways with every syllable. Fuck. She's done something to me. "What the fuck? What?—"

Gemma grins. "What you're feeling is a heavy dose of motion sickness pills. I usually stock the cars for nauseous passengers. Thankfully, they dissolve easily in water. Thanks for feeding me, fucking me, and showing me such a good time. I think it's only right that I return the favor."

"What are you going to do?"

She answers by dipping her hand under my boxers, gripping my cock and stroking it awake. The way my mind's spinning, I'm not sure if it's real or if I'm hallucinating. The pleasure is real enough.

Gemma draws a moan out of me as she frees my erection, licking her lips before taking the tip into her mouth. My core tightens. A slight tremble ripples through my body.

"This isn't fair," I tell her with my words slipping. There's a cloudiness pounding into my head, but my cock is as hard as steel. My pulse races, wondering what she plans to do to me.

Gemma doesn't stop moving her mouth up and down. I want to run my fingers through her hair, slam my cock into the back of her throat. But, even if I weren't cuffed, the drugs swimming around make my arms feel as heavy as lead.

Just as soon as she starts, Gemma sucks, slurps, and releases my cock from her moist grip with a pop. She licks the tip with a smile and backs away. I finally see where my clothes went.

Gemma grins as she rolls my jeans down by the waistband. "It's not a bad fit, but seeing as you tore my shirt, I can't walk out of here topless. Thanks for the good times, Sanders. Enjoy."

"You can't leave me here like this," I complain, my words slur as I glance at my bobbing erection.

Gemma laughs and waltzes out of the room. Before I can say anything else, darkness clouds my vision again. Fuck, she's going to pay for this.