Chapter 7

WILLOW

Knox scoopsme up and I grab his face.

We kiss. Again.

It’s like the millionth time we’ve kissed tonight.

This is getting out of hand.

But is it though?

His hands are like magnets to my ass. I don’t mind but his fingertips dig and pull and he’s going to need to realize that for me, there is a no entry zone back there.

Sorry. But not.

I don’t know what I’m doing or what we’re doing.

We did end up going back and sitting down and having a drink. We talked about our failed dates. We laughed. Maybe we flirted. Well, yeah, of course we flirted. The atmosphere dictates it. Again, I’m good with it all.

Now we’re back here… sneaking in the back hallway near the bathrooms.

My back hits the wall.

I groan.

Knox’s tongue flirts with my mouth. I kiss him back the same as he kisses me.

We kind of fit together in a way. This works.

I feel the intention here… it’s getting hotter…

I need to put a stop to this real quick.

I pull my mouth away from Knox’s.

He goes for another kiss.

I bite at Knox’s bottom lip.

That only makes him growl.

“Knox,” I say. “Hold on. Timeout. Holy shit…”

“What’s up?” Knox asks. “You okay? Is this okay?”

“Yeah. No. I mean… not like this. In a bar. Bathrooms behind us. It just…”

“You want to be properly fucked?” Knox asks.

Chills move through my body. He’s thinking what I’m thinking. And I’m not sure if I should be thinking it. But then again, why not? We can do whatever we want together.

“Want me to buy some roses and pick each petal off and-”

“No, Knox. I just don’t want to be fucked in or near a bathroom that smells like vomit.”

“You’re so high maintenance,” Knox teases.

“Figure it out,” I say.

Knox turns and reaches for a door.

The handle goes down and the door opens.

“Knox!” I cry out as he takes us both into some random closet.

He pulls the door shut behind him.

It’s pitch black inside.

It smells nice though.

Weird, I know.

I shiver and smile. “Knox…”

“I know,” he growls. “I’m not going to fuck you in a dark closet.”

“Don’t give me that tone.”

“Tone? I don’t have a tone, baby.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I think you have the tone,” he says. “Bet I can help with that.”

Knox’s right hand touches my stomach.

I gasp and jump…

His left hand is at the small of my back, pulling me against him.

His right hand opens the forgiving button on my jeans and his fingers waste no time in sliding down… right into the front of my panties.

I can’t even see him to study his face.

I feel his breath closer. His nose touches mine.

He’s looking for my mouth to kiss me.

I reach up, grab his hair and pull him down.

We kiss just as his middle finger slides between my legs.

I’m guilty of being soaked and Knox finds that out easily.

My hips thrust at him.

His middle finger eases along the curve of my body. Then he pauses. I count one second in my head. He curls his finger and presses.

I groan as he enters me.

“Knox,” I manage to say.

His tongue teases my bottom lip.

“You feel good, Willow,” he whispers in almost a dirty purr. “This is killing me right now.”

“Yeah, well, you are not fucking me in a closet either,” I say.

“I know that,” he says.

He slides his finger out and up…

“Oh, fuck,” I say as he touches my clit.

“Someone is excited to see me,” Knox says.

“I can’t see a thing.”

“But you can fucking feel me…”

He finds my mouth and kisses me.

His fingertip gently strokes left to right against my clit. A sweet rhythm, making my hips rock left to right over and over. A dull ache climbs throughout the rest of my body. I feel it the most at my chest though. My breasts are tender. They feel heavy. My nipples tighten and flirt against my bra. The sensation only proves to turn me on even more.

Knox kisses down to my neck and up to my ear.

“Don’t worry, baby, this is just the start,” he whispers. “I’ve been thinking about making you come from the second I kissed you.”

“Damn, Knox,” I say. “Is this how you do it?”

“You haven’t even felt me yet.”

“I mean with the words. Going to whisper into my ear until I finish?”

“Judging by how soaked you are, I don’t need many more words, do I?”

I groan and bite my bottom lip.

He’s right. Very right.

Knox sighs into my ear and then kisses my neck again.

He adds his pointer finger to the fun and I feel my body sending all the necessary signals.

Here we go! Time to orgasm in some random closet in some bar! Way to go, Willow!

I claw at Knox’s hair and let out an actual yelp sound as my hips buck forward.

Knox takes the opportunity to slide his right hand down the back of my pants and panties, taking a handful of my right ass cheek.

He’s got one heck of a firm hold on him.

I can already picture the leftover mark of his hand grabbing my ass.

I can’t worry about that right now.

Knox’s fingers keep moving. They move beautifully and perfectly, sending me right to the edge.

So, yeah, I… I finish.

I feel that warm gush inside my body and then between my legs.

I gasp and groan and just go with it, enjoying every second of that pulsing pleasure.

When Knox takes his hands away from me, I frown.

He can’t see me so it doesn’t matter what face I make.

I lower my hands, fully ready to return the favor to him.

Knox moves out of my reach.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Enjoying you, baby,” he says.

At first I don’t know what that means.

Then I hear a wet sound.

My mouth falls open when I realize Knox is…

…sucking his fingers… licking my orgasm off them…