12. Hazel

Chapter Twelve

HAZEL

“ S top doing that,” I huff as I add another acupuncture needle to Knox’s shoulder.

“Doing what?” He grins, then makes his pecs dance again. “I’m not doing anything, Sunny.”

I roll my eyes and add another. “You’re doing all the things right now.”

“All the things?”

“Yes.” Another huff, another needle. “You won’t lie down for me to do this?—”

“Because I’m anxious as fuck.”

I give him a soft smile. “I know.” With a kiss, I go back to listing all the ways he’s driving me nuts. “You rushed me through the hot stone rub.”

“Because I got a boner and it was uncomfortable while I was face down.”

“You barely let me stretch you out?—”

“For the same reason.”

Another eye roll. “And now you’re making your pecs do that thing and it’s making the needles move.”

He gives me a shit-eating grin. “Because I like the way you blush when I do it.”

Fine .

If he wants to be playful in order to hide how stressed out he is, I will be playful right back.

“Yeah, well, you keep making the boulders on your chest dance and I’ll do exactly what I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you shirtless.”

Now he rolls his eyes. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

He’s only half serious.

It’s been a week since Knox broke down my door and told me he loved me, and we still haven’t had sex.

We do other things. Kiss. Heavy petting. Knox surprised me one night by getting us both off while we were fully clothed just by grinding into me during a make out sesh that could have made me come all by itself. And while I know he’s letting me set the pace when it comes to when and how we do things, I’m also putting it off because I’m nervous I’m going to be a disappointment to him. And I’m really worried about his shoulder.

Do I know lots of ways that we can have sex without him hurting his shoulder that also works for my slightly bum leg? Yep. My senior clients ask a lot of questions about all aspects of their life in dealing with chronic pain, and part of my treatment sometimes includes safe and inventive sex positions.

But Knox really did a number on himself during our time apart.

I know it was how he coped with his feelings, how he tried not to deal with them at all and somehow punish himself for all his perceived shortcomings, but he went from 83% to 68% in less than a week because of how hard he pushed himself and I’ve spent most of our time trying to get him back to where he was when he first came in. Between the damage and Knox’s growing anxiety over the upcoming fight, today being another stressor, it’s been hard to be totally comfortable with the slim possibility of hurting him during sex.

Which makes me sound like a wild animal or something, but honestly? Knox is aggressive in most ways, and I doubt that stops in the bedroom. Plus, he brings out a side of me I didn’t know existed.

Turns out I’m a bit of a screamer and a lot dominant with a splash of dirty talker, so when we finally do have sex, I’m probably going to discover even more, and Knox is convinced I’m going to like things very rough. Something that makes him very happy from what he’s said.

But his fight is in two weeks and while he isn’t technically a client, Knox is my... boyfriend, I guess, so he gets the family discount. Discount being free because I love him and want him to be as healthy as possible going back into the octagon since he’s going in no matter what.

“Try me.” I smirk as I finish poking him.

Knox smiles. “Do I want to know what it is you’ve envisioned doing to my naked chest, or is it more along the lines of plucking out my chest hair with tweezers than what I’m hoping for?”

“I guess we’ll never know, since you’re going to behave and sit through your treatment like a good little Cubby.”

He playfully scowls.

I’ve taken to calling him Cubby the last few days and he secretly loves it. It’s my play on the whole bear thing, but since Knox is almost six and a half feet tall and pushing three hundred pounds, I thought Cubby was ironically adorable.

And just when I’m stupid enough to think my bear is going to listen to me, Knox flexes his pecs again and makes them do the dance I not so secretly love watching, treatment be damned.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks in victory as I give him the stink eye. “All talk, no action. Guess I?— “

Not today, bucko.

Since I’m practically eye level with his chest while he’s sitting on my rolling table, I take the opportunity to hush his mouth and do what I’ve wanted to for weeks.

I lean forward and lick that defined line between his pecs, trace the muscle with my tongue, then circle one of his nipples before I nip it with my teeth.

“You were saying, Mr. Riley?” I grin, let my lips brush against his chest as I move to the other before I kiss, lick and bite it, too. “Something about no action?”

He’s holding his breath and when my eyes flick to his, my thighs quiver and my pussy clenches.

Knox’s dark chocolate eyes have darkened to almost black. They’re hooded and filled with so much lust, so much heat and love, I involuntarily soak my panties.

Oh boy.

I am definitely playing with fire.

And that gives me a fantastic idea.

My growly bear has been so stressed out, so tense and worried the last couple of days because we are going to meet with the owner of the CFA and Dirk Chapman for Knox to review and sign his contract for his retirement fight. As well as do a few publicity shots of the two fighters facing off in order to promote the rematch over the next couple weeks.

It’s the first time he’ll step foot in the octagon since losing his belt, the first-time seeing Dirk since he lost to him, and the first time anyone has seen hide nor hair of Knox TKO Riley since he became a recluse after being taken out of the arena on a stretcher.

He has no idea what to expect. It’s eating him alive despite putting on a brave face, and I know exactly how I’m going to help him relax.

“Sunny...” he hisses as I bite his nipple a little harder. “What are?—”

“Shhh,” I whisper against his skin, then move lower and press open mouth kisses along his glorious abs and across the top of his shorts. “Just sit still and let me help you feel better, Mr. Riley.” My palms slide up his mammoth thighs as I get on my knees—weight shifted to my right leg so I don’t end up hurting myself in the process. “Let me make you feel good, ease your worries and treat you in the way I see fit.” I smile up at him as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his basketball shorts. “I am a doctor after all, I know what’s best for you.”

“Hazel.” Another hiss as I tug his shorts off, thankful the mesh slides against the vinyl so easily. “Baby, you don’t have to?—”

“Oh, but I do.” My mouth waters as my eyes land on what I knew to be a big dick, but is huge; thick and girthy, long and a gorgeous shade of dark dusky rose jutting out proud and tall from a surprisingly tight and neat patch of dark hair. I love how pretty-manly he is. “I am bound by my oath to do whatever it takes to treat my patients to the best of my abilities.”

“Hazel. Baby,” Knox grunts as I push his knees apart, scoot forward and kiss the inside of his thighs. “You really don’t have to do this, not if... if... fuck.”

I wrap my hand around his shaft, use my thumb to circle the blunt head of his cock, spread the pre-cum leaking from the slit down his length before my tongue flicks out and licks it from the tip.

Oh yeah .

I’m so doing this.

I’ve only ever given two or three blowjobs before, but I don’t care how little experience I have. I want to do this for Knox, want to make him feel good and forget about his anxiety for a while.

“I want to, Mr. Riley.” I grin, then kiss the tip. “You have no idea how badly I want to do this for you.”

“Yeah?” He grunts as my lips close over the head of his cock. “The thought of sucking my dick turns you on?”

“Mmhmm.” I hum as I lick him root to tip. “It makes my pussy so wet, Mr. Riley.”

“ Fuck ,” Knox groans. “Your pussy is wet, Sunny? All wet and slick for me?”

“So wet.” I suck him into my mouth, hollow my cheeks and move my head up and down a few times before I release him with a pop and pump his dick in my hand. “Having your cock in my mouth has my pussy dripping, it’s practically sliding down my thighs.”

“Jesus fuck, Hazel,” he groans as I start sucking again. “You have a filthy mouth, baby.”

I use my tongue to work the sensitive underside of his cock, hollow out my cheeks and take him as far as I can, then moan when he hits the back of my throat. Using my hand, I pump the part that doesn’t fit, stroking and squeezing in time with my mouth. This is turning me on so much, making my pussy throb that I have to find some way to relieve the ache.

So, I do what I’ve done for years in private, but with the man I love instead.

Without stopping, I switch hands then let my left one find its way into my leggings, push aside the fabric of my thong and manage to circle my clit once before Knox growls.

“Hazel... baby, are you... fuck me, are you touching yourself?”

I hum in response, and he groans.

“Take your pants off,” he groans again. “I want to watch.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

Thanks to years of yoga and PT, I get to my feet quickly, head still in Knox’s lap, sucking his cock like my favorite hard candy, kick my crocs off and drop my leggings. Then, because I am pretty fucking flexible, I switch hands again, throw my bum leg onto the table next to Knox and open myself up to him so he can see what I’m doing.

“Fuck me. Look at that pretty little pussy.”

I moan as I suck and lick while I work his dick like I’m getting paid to do it. My fingers dip inside my pussy, spread my juices along my slit and circle my clit once, twice, three times before my body jerks.

Shit .

Holy shit, I am so turned on I’m going to come before he does.

But then I feel his cock swell, feel it thicken in my mouth and maybe not.

“Just look at that tight little cunt, that soaking wet pussy. My pussy, so pretty and pink, glistening just for me.”

I nod and attack his dick, suck harder and faster. My eyes water a little, but I don’t gag, just turn this into a messy as hell blowjob because his words are driving me to the edge. And fuck, when Knox swats my hand away and replaces my fingers with his, I have to remind myself not to bite down.

“Jesus. Hazel, my god you are drenched.” Knox finds my clit and strokes slowly as he grunts, “You like the idea of me coming down your throat while I finger-fuck your tight little cunt?”

“Yes,” I moan around his cock, then whimper as he does exactly what he said he would. “Yes. Mmhmm.”

I am so gonna come.

Between the way I can feel his cock get even harder, the way I cup his balls and they instantly draw tight, and the way he is playing my pussy like an instrument, I’m going to come harder than I ever have.

“You gonna come with me, Sunny?” He grunts again, rotating between circling my clit and curling a finger inside me. “Gonna come now so I can feel it on my fingers while I fill your mouth with my cum?”

I barely nod as my core clamps down on his finger, my pussy gushing in his hand, before Knox growls and fires his cum down my throat and almost roars as his hips lift, as he empties himself in my mouth. And I swallow him right down.

After a few seconds where I’m pretty sure I blacked out, Knox pulls me to standing, and wraps an arm around my waist so I don’t fall. Both of us are breathing hard, panting, breathless, and a little twitchy. I love it.

“That was so fucking hot.” He grins as he kisses me. “Do you always do that?”

I frown. “I promise you are the only person I’ve given a blowjob to in my clinic. I don’t cross lines with my patients.”

Knox chuckles. “Not what I meant.” Then he lifts his hand between us. “Do you always squirt when you come?”

My eyebrows fly right off my face. “What?”

Oh my god, his hand is covered in... in... in me !

I am mortified .

Totally mortified.

“Oh my god. Knox, I’m sorry, I?—”

“Sorry?” He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads and one is a cat. “Baby, that was sexy as fuck. I had no idea you were a squirter.”

“Me either.” My face is on fire and only gets hotter when he starts licking his fingers.

“Good,” Knox grunts when they’re licked clean. “Another first just for me.” Then he kisses me like I’m water and he hasn’t had a drink in years, the taste of him and me mixing in an intoxicating flavor on our lips. “And I can’t fucking wait for you to do that on my tongue.” He nips my lips. “And all over my cock.”

Sweet baby goats, I might come again just from that .

“I love you, Hazel.”

I sigh against his lips and smile. “I love you too.” Then I giggle. “Hey look, your needles stayed in place that whole time.”

He arches a brow, glances over, then grins. “Perfect. I sat through my treatment like a good boy and now you have to take them out so we can leave. Best session ever.”

He is not wrong.

That was amazing, and it has made me fall that much more in love with the man I never thought I’d be with.

But Knox is mine and I won’t ever let him go.

Forever and nothing less.