Chapter 42

WILLOW

We did not getthe red carpet treatment.

It was more or less sneaking around.

That left me wondering if we were actually allowed in the building or not.

First off, we had to pretend we were on phone calls as we hurried by the front desk. That also included Knox calling out what room we were staying in and flashing the keycard.

A quick elevator ride later, we hurried down a long hallway and Knox opened the door to the hotel room.

By the way - this thing isn’t a hotel room. This is a fucking apartment. I was expecting to see the cliché stuff. Everything crammed together, you know? Not this place. Nope. This room…

I’m staring down at a large bathtub. Maybe the biggest I’ve ever seen.

I’m drawn to it.

Like a bug in the summer attracted to a lightbulb.

I just stand there and stare down.

The hotel room is really intense though.

I get why Knox’s father uses it.

The main part - it’s like a living room - has a table and a desk, the backdrop large windows that look out across the city.

I’ve never seen a hotel room with so many doors.

Closets. The bathroom.

Excuse me - two bathrooms.

A bedroom which is some kind of spare bedroom in a hotel room.

That’s a thing?!

Then the big bedroom. With the big bed.

Off of that room is the other bathroom.

That’s where I’m standing right now.

With… this… bathtub…

Behind me I feel Knox approach.

“This is like a swimming pool in here,” I whisper.

“You’ve been standing here for way too long.”

I turn my head. “Oh?”

Knox inches closer. His hands gently touch my hips. “Only makes sense for you to get in there.”

“Without any water?” I ask in a teasing voice.

Knox presses his body against mine and reaches to turn on the water and close the drain.

I catch myself nibbling on my bottom lip.

Debating how much to flirt right now.

Should I get into the water wearing all my clothes? Or are you going to…

Knox’s fingers ease under my shirt and touch bare skin.

“This is what we’re going to do now, baby,” Knox whispers. “We’re going to play a game.”

“What kind of game, Knox?”

“What finishes first? The bathtub filling up? Or you?”

I suck in a breath.

Knox’s hands move up my back and in a second, he’s twisting the clasp on my bra. His hands inch down to my sides and around…

His right hand moves up.

His left hand gently rests against my stomach.

My body shudders.

The whole idea of not wanting my panties soaked?

Ha! Too late for that! You can wring my panties out right now!

I’m not sure if that’s weird to think or scream in my head, but too late now.

His hands flirt with the sides of my pants and my panties, inching down, fully grasping my hips.

It’s a cliché thought again that hits me… but… his hands are made for my hips.

I’ve always had slightly curvier-than-normal hips. Then again, what the fuck is normal?

It’s also irked me too.

But right now with Knox’s hands on me…

I feel good. Really good.

I feel perfect.

He’s now taking my pants and panties off.

Those big strong hands of his inching them down… and then he begins to crouch. I secretly side-eye him and try to look behind me just to see…

His hands are now grabbing my pants and panties. He’s kind of tearing my clothes off.

He slows to make sure I can step out of my clothes without falling.

Which I do.

I still have my balance.

I look down at my stomach and envision (once again) a large belly. A pregnant belly. I can’t imagine it… but (again) it’s going to happen…

Knox’s hands tickle up the backs of my legs.

I suck in a breath and shiver.

His hands move over my ass.

He cups. He squeezes.

He’s teasing me a little here.

Then his thumb begins to gently dig into the small of my back.

A massage before a bath?

The water in the bathtub is filling up. Steam gently rises from the water.

The bathroom is getting hotter too.

Knox stands back up. Towering over me from behind.

I feel his fingertips tickling my sides, curling, taking handfuls of my shirt.

He begins to lift.

I bite my bottom lip, shut my eyes, and go with him.

Lifting my arms.

Feeling my shirt move up and over my head.

I lower my arms, allowing my bra to fall to the floor.

I’m now naked. Completely naked.

Knox brushes his lips to the back of my right shoulder. “You have to know how beautiful you are, Willow. It’s almost not fair.”

He kisses again. He keeps kissing. I look down. He moves my hair and kisses the back of my neck.

I try to groan but I end up whimpering.

All I want to do right now is thrust back against him.

I want him naked.

I want him…

“It’s okay, baby,” Knox whispers, his breath touching my neck. “Relax and let go.”

I stare at the rushing water from the faucet, hitting the water in the bathtub.

I take a deep breath and I smile.

I watch as Knox’s right hand touches my right hip.

It moves around to the front of my body.

Inching closer to between my legs.

I part my legs, offering myself to his touch.

Craving his touch. Any kind of touch I can get from him.

His middle finger is the longest of his fingers.

That’s the winner.

That finger touches me first.

He perfectly curls his finger and - boom - he’s stroking my clit.

I let out a happy crying sound that’s embarrassing, but whatever. A guy who can get to the clit that fast without fear and with enough confidence to do what Knox is doing…

No wonder I’m pregnant.

I gasp and groan.

His left hand grabs my left hip and he pulls me against him.

I feel his lips kissing my shoulder again.

“You’re soaked, baby,” he whispers. “I love how wet your pussy gets for me. And your clit, baby. Oh, fuck. You’re fucking… swollen…”

He growls after saying that.

My knees gently attempt to give out.

Now Knox adds a second finger.

I swear he pinches my clit between his fingers.

He gives a tug.

It’s…

I groan and thrust my hips.

Knox then eases his fingers down some more, welcoming himself to my body.

Fingertips penetrating my soft core.

I throb and clench to his touch.

He plunges his fingers into me and I throw my head back and cry out his name.

His left hand moves up the front of my body, over my breasts, stopping at my throat.

With his fingers, he touches my chin and turns my head.

Now I’m looking up at him.

The fingers on his right hand inside my body, curling, thrusting…

“Are you ready to come, baby?”

“Yes,” I purr. “Oh, fuck, yes, Knox…”

“Good.”

His fingers exit my body and seek my clit once more.

They do not just gently touch this time.

They press, twist, circle around, flick across…

Knox’s left hand drops down to my left breast.

He takes me in his hand with force.

I place my hand to his and curl my fingers, digging my nails into his hand.

My breathing becomes gasps and short bursts of air.

My hips vibrate as though I’m being electrocuted.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Knox says. “You never have to worry about a thing.”

I’m not sure if he means me collapsing from the orgasm or if he’s taking care of me for the rest of my life.

The moment collides within itself and the climax sinks its perfect teeth into me.

I let out a whimpering cry and Knox curls his hand between my legs and holds there. Pressing, easing left to right.

I drive my hips down and groan.

My body pulses - I’m coming so hard right now - and I feel the rush of warmth escape between my legs.

Then I hear it.

The sound of my own wetness, pouring into the palm of Knox’s hand, him pressing that wetness back against me.

He doesn’t just take me to the end of my climax… he goes beyond it.

His touch grows slower and slower.

Easing me down.

Bringing me back to reality.

He wipes his hand against my leg and my hip, leaving my own wet pleasure sticking to my skin.

His hand touches my right ass cheek and then down to the back of my leg.

“Time for that bath, Willow,” he growls at me.

I dip my toes into the scalding hot water.

I shiver once more.

My pussy throbs once more too.

Knox helps me into the bath, then turns off the water.

I turn to face him.

I’m naked.

He’s fully dressed.

Knox drops his mouth down to my chest, carefully suckling at my right nipple for a second or two.

He kisses up my chest and my neck, finally seeking my mouth.

Our tongues touch and wrestle for a moment, then it’s all over.

Knox gives me the sexiest, evil glare I’ve ever seen.

I’ve never felt more beautiful or safe in my entire life.

He leaves the bathroom and I stand there, touching my stomach.

I slowly sink down into the hot bath water, bite my lip and groan.

If I had it my way, we’d never leave this hotel for the rest of our lives.