Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Knox

M y jaw clenches as the clock on the wall strikes 1:05. It’s five minutes past our scheduled visitation time and she still hasn’t shown. All week I’ve been freaking the fuck out, wondering whether or not she ran back into Zig’s arms, and whether he was able to sink his claws in and draw her back to him.

Fuck. Not being able to talk to her has driven me to near insanity. Her voice was the only thing that would get me through these days of hell. But now, all I’ve got are these visits. One hour to soak in her smell, her voice, her sweet smile. One hour to saturate my senses with all things Myrah and pray like hell that it gets me through the week, to the next time I see her.

That is… if she even shows. I know she thinks I hung up on her on purpose, and I’m sure she assumes I haven’t called because I’m pissed, but she’s wrong. That little dipshit will never come between me and my sister. But as the second hand on the clock keeps racing around the dial, I’m starting to doubt that fact. My heart is pounding as fast as the ticking seconds, and when the minute hand moves to the right again, another wave of dread settles in.

The buzzer goes off and my eyes shoot toward the door as the steel lock clanks back into its socket. My stomach starts buzzing faster with nerves as I wait to see who’s arrived, praying it’s her. When black leather boots with a silver heel step through, those nerves kick up a notch. Blood starts pumping through my veins again for the first time since I spoke to her. The dread finally receding. And my cock, once again, rising to greet her.

Shit. I need to get the fucker tamped down. Burbank has been on high alert, just waiting for me to make one wrong move and then he’ll wipe me of my visitation rights too. And fondling my little stepsister would definitely give them a reason to lock me away and throw away the key.

Myrah comes walking in and a battle is waged inside my head. I’m not sure whether I want to ring her neck for what she’s got on, or if I want to thank her for giving me a sight that will burn bright in my thoughts until the next time I see her.

She’s wearing black leather pants that are outlining every part of her sexy legs. Accentuating those curvy thighs and round hips. Leaving no part to the imagination. Thankfully, she’s got on a black leather jacket that’s keeping those succulent tits out of view. If those babies were on display, I’d probably be sent to the hole for eye gouging every inmate in this room. What the fuck is she doing walking in here looking like sin? This place is the breeding ground for sinners.

Finally, my eyes find their way to her beautiful face. And damn, I’m fucking screwed. She’s not covering up those clear blue irises with tinted contacts today. Those dreamy orbs are sparkling just like quartz under the sun’s rays. Fuck, they’re so damn pretty. But man, are they glaring at me. She’s definitely pissed. And the stubbornness I see stiff in her shoulders, is stiffening my cock even further. Feels like I’ve got a battle ram between my legs ready to knock down the barricade and siege the castle.

Cum is already dribbling down my inner thigh, making a mess of my jumpsuit. Drool is pooling in my mouth. God, I’m dying to get a taste of her. But I can’t even lay one inappropriate finger on her. Burbank’s eyes aren’t narrowed in on my sexy-as-fuck little stepsis; they’re watching me like a hawk. He’s ready to swoop in, put his dirty clutches on me, and haul my ass back to my cell. Just one wrong move and I’ll never get to see this incredible sight again. Therefore, I intend to keep my shit under wraps and make sure I’m a model inmate for the next fifty-three minutes. No matter how excruciating it may be.

Myrah stops in front of my seat, pert little nose pointed down at me, stubborn chin cocked up. Not sure whether she’s going to give me a hug or slap me across the face. If Burbank weren’t watching, I’d swoop in and kiss the shit out of that stiff upper lip she’s got. I’d lick the tension right out of her and work her over until she forgives me for not calling. But I can’t do anything other than wait for her to wrap her arms around me, or else the piece-of-shit officer will probably accuse me of putting my hands on her without permission.

“You going to stand there and cock that stubborn chin at me all day, Myr, or wrap those arms around my neck and give me a hug?” I’m dying to feel her against me. To soak in her warmth and comfort. To smell her sweet scent that reminds me of Christmas: cherries, vanilla, and a hint of pine.

Those blue beauties narrow, turning almost gray like an angry storm has just moved in, covering up the clear blue sky. Her arms cross over her chest and I clench my teeth. “You don’t deserve a hug after being such a jerk, Knox. Zig is a lying sack of shit that I never want to see again, yet you hung up the phone without letting me speak and then acted like a stubborn ass all week and didn’t call. Now, you expect that we’re just going to hug and make up? Act like nothing happened?”

Her snippy tone has me wanting to bend her over this table and spank that peach until she drops the attitude and gives me her sweetness, but Burbank is sure to hang my head if I do that. I clench my fists to my sides and close the distance between our two faces so no one other than her can hear what I have to say.

“If you’d think I’d let a little piss-ant like Zig come between us, then I’ve clearly done a piss-poor job of showing you how important you are to me, sis.” Maybe I need to write her a damn letter and spell it out since I’m clearly lousy with words. “I didn’t hang up the phone on you. That asshole over there standing guard confiscated it then took away my phone privileges for a year.”

“No! He can’t do that.” Her gasp rolls over my cheek and sends a shudder of need down my spine. The effect she has on me is unlike anything I ever imagined possible. Every part of me is drawn in like a moth to a flame, needing to be closer to her light, to feel her heat. I pull back before I cross the line and dive mouth first into the fire.

“That’s the only reason I haven’t called, baby. Nothing else would’ve stopped me from talking to you.” Goddamn, I need her in my arms. “Now, I’ve been dying in here, Myr. Need you to give me some of your sweetness.”

Without a single second of pause, her body slumps against mine. Arms hugging around my neck so tight I’m struggling to breathe. Having her this close is like a brutal attack against my battle line.

“I’m sorry, Knox. I should’ve known something was wrong.” She nuzzles into my neck, giving my dick another beatdown on the battlefield. “You just seemed so mad, and then click, you were gone.”

“I was mad,” I admit, tucking her in closer. Never been that jealous in all my life. “Kept thinking that he was going to lure you in again and you’d end up falling for his bullshit. All week I’ve been pacing my cell wondering if you were back together with him. Wanting to rip my hair out at the damn thought of him hurting you again.”

She shifts back on her feet, suddenly looking nervous. Please don’t tell me she’s about to confirm that dreaded fear. I don’t think I can handle it right now, not with Burbank looking like he’s about to come over here and pull Myrah away from me. If she doesn’t take her seat soon, that’s exactly what he’ll do.

“I’m never going back to him, Knox. He’s not the one I want.” Her voice trails off, cheeks turning even brighter. “I want…I mean…um…after what happened between us on the phone…I…um…I guess I thought…”

Her nervous rambling has me biting back a smile. Before I fuck up again, I need to spell this out loud and clear so she doesn’t leave here with a single shred of doubt in her mind. I tuck a stray hair behind her ear then pull her in close so only she can hear. For all I know Burbank can fucking read lips.

“You thought right, my sweet girl. You’re mine now. Which means everyone better keep their hands off.”

She squirms in my arms, her hip rubbing across my hard dick, a moan leaving her lips as she feels the effect she has on me. I’d love to take her hand and place it into my jumpsuit so she can get the full picture of my desire, but I can’t. “That’s what you do to me, baby. He’s never been in this state for anyone else.”

“That’s enough, Raid! This ain’t a conjugal visit so you better separate or I’m going to have a chat with the warden.”

Fuck.

Myrah pops her head up from my shoulder, looking terrified. She quickly pulls out of my arms and scurries around to her chair as if fear is chasing her to her seat. She glances in Burbank’s direction and her throat chokes down a nervous gulp of air when she sees him glaring at me.

“I’m sorry,” she says, gray clouds brewing in those beautiful eyes again, stealing my rainbow away. “I didn’t mean to get you into trouble.”

I reach for her hands and lock our fingers together. “Don’t ever apologize for those assholes, Myr. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a target on my back right now and they’re watching my every move.” One wrong step and they’re liable to double my prison sentence just for the fuck of it.

The tension twists in my gut. I only have forty-seven minutes left with my girl and I’m not going to let that asshole on the other side of the room steal any more of my time.

“So, tell me,” I say, turning my attention back to my rainbow. “Did you look at the listings this week and figure out which location you want for your shop?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “My mind was kind of a mess this week.”

Damn, I hate the fact that I caused her so much grief. Not that I had any control or intention, but it still eats me alive. “Well, promise me you’ll go tomorrow. I’ve already wired the money into your account so all you have to do is find the place and then it’s yours.”

Again, she tries to refuse my offer, but I shake my head. “Please, Myr. Your dreams are what I’m living for right now. So, give a man his wish.”

“What about your dreams, Knox?” She squeezes my hand. “I know you have plans when you get out of here. You should save your money for your private investigator business. If that’s still what you want to do?”

What I want to do and what I’ll be able to do are two different things. I’d love nothing more than to become a police officer and fight to better the system. But that’s not going to happen for an ex-convict like myself. I’ve also thought of becoming a PI so I can hunt down the truth for victims and help bring justice to their cases. What I wish someone would’ve done for me. But I’m not sure that will happen either.

What I’ll probably end up doing is exactly what I’m doing now. Discreetly managing the dirty cops’, attorneys’, and judges’ retirement accounts. In other words, siphoning from their funds, making some wise investments, and padding myself a hefty little account that the crooked shmucks will never know about. And when I leave this place, I’ll be one wealthy S.O.B. Wealthier than Lloyd Bricker if things keep on track.

“I plan on working for you.” I smile, not willing to confess my crimes just yet. Last thing I want to see is disappointment in her eyes. “I’ll be happy to jack up the car, slide right underneath, and perform an oil change. I’m pretty good with my hands and will get it nice and lubed and revved up to run.” I wink, unable to stop myself from going there.

Her cheeks get all rosy with heat and I wish I could feel the spot between her legs. I bet it’s all cozy and warm too.

“So, anytime I ask, you’ll look under my hood and make sure everything is running smoothly?” Our bodies shift forward as if gravity is drawing us together. Both of us clearly on the same sexual wavelength.

“You wouldn’t have to ask.” I lick across my lower lip, envisioning her up on all fours, my mouth braced under her pussy, waiting for her to grind down against my tongue. “In fact, you may need to remind me to check my brakes. After being locked in here for so long, I’m not sure they’ll be working.”

A soft little moan leaves her plump lips and she quickly bites down on the bottom one as if just remembering we’re not alone and everyone including the asshole standing by the wall can hear her. I glance toward Burbank, and for once, his eyes aren’t clocking my every move. They’re locked in on the back corner of the room where TJ looks to be getting it on with the girl sitting on his lap. Funny how he’s allowed to get away with that shit, but I get called out for giving my girl a long hug.

Guess TJ has worked out a deal with the dirty cop. He must be paying him to look the other way. Although, Burbank sure isn’t looking elsewhere. In fact, I think the fucker may be getting off on the show. His hand is clutched over his damn cock, adjusting his junk.

I’d love to call him out on his voyeuristic ways, but he’ll hand me my ass if I do. Instead, I use his momentary distraction to my advantage. I reach up, pulling Myrah’s neck forward, then slam my lips to hers. The sexy mewling sound she releases as our mouths come crashing together has me pulling back and looking toward the cop, but he’s still too engrossed in the live porn to notice what’s happening in this corner of the room. I dive right back in. This time, Myrah stays quiet and I get to take my time savoring her sweet mouth, loving on her hungry tongue and soaking up her eagerness. Committing it all to memory so I can get through this week.

When I hear a low grunted moan coming from the back of the room, I know my time is up. Sounds like TJ has finished busting his nut, which means the show is over and Burbank’s attention will be back on me. Reluctantly, I pull away from my girl, seeing her hooded eyes staring at my mouth, yearning for more. I’d give anything to give her more, but I can’t. And when I look back over at Burbank, his eyes are staring me down again. Though I don’t think he saw me going at my girl, otherwise, he’d be hauling my ass out of here. There’s no way he’d let my actions slide.

“It’s not fair,” she whispers, drawing my eyes back to her pretty face. “I can’t go without talking to you, Knox. Is there any way you can get another phone?”

“I’m trying, babe.” I rub my thumb over the inside of her wrist, feeling her racing pulse point. “Believe me. I’m going to do everything I can. But it’s going to take some time.” Time and a hell of a lot of money. Unless I can figure out a way to nab mine from the fucker Burbank gave it to.

“Oh my God!” Her voice suddenly heightens with excitement, yanking me from my pondering thoughts. “I can’t believe I almost forgot to tell you.” She perks up in her seat, glancing around the room before she leans in closer to whisper. “You know how I was telling you about the cop who broke up the party last Saturday?” I nod. Sure do. In fact, I still owe that man my gratitude.

“Well, Rowan told him about the creepy officer who’s been following her around, and Ryker said that he’s already aware that the guy is evil. Apparently, Ryker’s been working on trying to take him and a few other dirty cops down. He’s in the process of collecting hard evidence against them. Rowan told him about your case and he promised he’d look into it and uncover the truth.”

As much as it pleases me to hear that someone is finally doing something about this shit, I’m not going to put too much stock into it. Even if it were a one-to-one ratio—one good cop versus one bad—the good guy still won’t end up on top. The fact that it’s one man against a drove of dirty pigs, forget about it. There’s no way Ryker’s going to be able to get me out of this place. But I’m not going to burst Myrah’s hopeful bubble. Her smile is too beautiful to see it deflate.

“That’s good fucking news, babe. You keep me posted on his progress.” In the meantime, I’ll keep planning the demise of all the snakes who were involved in my case. And once I’m released, I’ll put my plan into action. None of the fuckers responsible for sending me away will even know what hit them. And all of them will find out what happens when you steal an innocent man’s life away.

“So, what’s going on between them?” I ask, not wanting to let my vengeful thoughts get in the way of my time with my girl. There are plenty of lonely hours in my day to do that. “Is Rowan with the cop now, or is he still dating her mom?”

I’ll admit, it sounded like a crazy situation. And when Myrah launches into everything, using up the rest of our time together, filling me in on what’s been going on with her friend, I feel like I’m listening to an episode of Days of Our Lives.

“Raid, time’s up!” Burbank’s harsh shout has my heart plummeting into my stomach. Damn. All the other hours of the day seem to drag on like an eternity, but the time I have with Myr flies by like a speeding train. I go to stand, pulling my girl into my arms for one last hug. She wraps herself around my waist and nuzzles into my chest. I give her a good squeeze then tip her chin up to face me. She hates the goodbyes as much as I do. But instead of her leaving here sad, I want her leaving here hot and needy.

“Want you to do me a favor, babe.”

She pops her head up onto my chest, looking up with those big blue beauties. “Anything.”

“Want you to go home, strip this sexy body down, and then crawl into my bed.” She wiggles against me, making it harder for me to get the words out as my cock grows painfully thicker against my pants. “I want you to imagine me coming home tonight and finding you asleep in my bed.” Her eyes get a little heavy and my balls follow suit.

“I strip down to my boxers,” I continue with my fantasy, loving the pink flush of her cheeks. “And then I slide under the covers, surprised to find my little stepsis in my bed.”

I soak up the shiver that rocks through her. Fuck me. I’m about to bust in my pants.

“You get startled by my arrival, but then in your sleepy state, you’re excited that I’m home and lean in to give me a hug. That’s when I discover your naked little body,” I whisper the words against her ear, nibbling her soft lobe. “Being a hot-blooded male with the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen in my arms, pressed against me, I start getting all kinds of inappropriate thoughts.”

Her moan keeps me traveling into the sordid depths of my need. “In the dark space, only lit by the light of the moon, I ask for a welcome home kiss. And after you place a sweet peck on my cheek, I turn and place one on yours, earning myself one of your sweet smiles. So, I kiss it again. And again. Giving my sweet girl little pecks all over your cheeks. Neck. Down to your collarbone. Across your bare shoulder. Telling you how much I’ve missed you while I’ve been away. Listening to your sweet giggles as my fingers find all your tickle spots. Making you squirm in my arms.”

Damn, I wish I could watch my girl following my orders. If I had a phone, I could play out the scene for her while she rubbed that little clit good and fast.

“As you wiggle against me, giggling away,” I continue, “I can’t help but watch those tits bounce around. Making me crave a taste of the forbidden fruit.” I slip my hand under her leather jacket, giving one of her plush mounds a discreet squeeze. Rubbing the side of my thumb across her taught nipple.

I glance over to Burbank, thankful that he’s heavily engaged in a private conversation with TJ and the girl who he’s visiting with. If the asshole weren’t distracted, I’m positive he’d be pulling me away from my girl. My heated thoughts were carrying me away and I wasn’t thinking about the consequences for a moment. But based on what I’m seeing, I think I have a few more minutes before I need to release my girl. Burbank looks to be working out a deal with the couple, and I’d bet money I know what kind of payment he wants in return.

“You finally can’t take any more and beg me to stop my tickling torment, so I let up and you flop back onto the bed, all out of breath and on full display.” She lets out another moan and I can feel her weakening in my arms like she’s too turned on to hold herself up. I’m bearing her weight so she won’t sink to the ground, wishing I could wrap her legs around my waist and bear down on that horny little crotch instead.

“That’s when I reach out and give your tit a squeeze, asking when you grew up on me, leaning forward and giving the tip of your nipple a kiss.” I pinch over the spot through her shirt, teasing it as I tease her with my words. “I kiss all around it and your soft whisper hits my ear. You ask me what I’m doing in a breathless voice. It’s obvious that you like it, but aren’t sure if you should.”

Again, she sinks forward. Her hand clutching onto my jumpsuit. My hand traveling up to the rim of her tank top. I run my fingers along the neckline, dipping them lower as I go, taking another peek in Burbank’s direction. Fucker wants to be the vanilla cream in that cookie sandwich. I’m just thankful that he’s so engrossed with his own sexual desire that he’s not paying any attention to mine.

“I slowly pull back, licking around your pink rose, asking you if it feels good. You nod eagerly so I move to the other breast and give it the same attention. You start getting too loud with your needy whimpers so I warn you that you need to keep it down because our parents are asleep. And like a good girl, you try to keep quiet, but your body is too hungry and when I kiss lower, finally getting to the place I’m dying to taste, you shout my name on a moan.”

My name comes whispering from her lips as I palm her full tit. Running my tongue across her lobe like I would her clit. Fighting my urge to drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. Goddamn, I’ve never wanted something so badly. I want her pussy riding my tongue more than I want my freedom right now.

“I’m so overtaken with my need to lick and taste every part of your juicy pussy, that I don’t pay attention to the footsteps coming down the hall. I keep sucking and licking. Plunging first my fingers, then my tongue inside your hole. Working your pussy up into a frantic state. And right as I get you jumping over the edge of that mountain, free-falling into pleasure, there’s a knock on my bedroom door.” I shake my head as if it’s happening right in this moment. Nothing is going to interrupt my fun.

“But there’s no way I’m stopping,” I say. “Not until I finish riding you through every last ripple of your orgasm. Then once I finish suckling at your swollen clit, I pull the blanket over top of you and crawl back up to lay by your side. That’s when I call out for the person to enter, and in walks my dad.”

I can see the horrified expression in my mind’s eye if my father caught my stepsister in my bed. Naked. He thought I was a bastard for being arrested, he’d undoubtedly think I’m a criminal lowlife for defiling her. Once upon a time, I actually would’ve cared what he thought of me. I wouldn’t have allowed myself to act on these feelings raging inside. Now, I couldn’t give a shit what he thinks when he finds out Myrah and I are together. And if this fantasy was playing out in real life, I’d react exactly the same.

“You’re too blissed out to even feel ashamed by him finding us together in bed, and the only thing running through my mind is how I’m not done with you yet.” Her breathing picks up and I know she’s excited about where I’m going with this sexy tale.

“Lloyd stands at the foot of my bed, seething in anger. He tells you to go back to your room. You shift, ready to follow his orders, trying to be the obedient stepdaughter, but when my fingers start rubbing your clit under the comforter, you settle back in and stay put, getting lost to the feelings stirring again in your belly.

Seeing how badly you need it, I become desperate for another taste and tell my dad to get the fuck out and to turn the light off when he leaves. Then I slide back down under the covers before he’s even turned away and give my sweet girl another forbidden blast of pleasure.”

The sound of our panting breaths, along with our rolling hips, is inching me past the point of no return. I’m about to lift her up, slam her against the jailhouse wall, and then dry fuck the shit out of her needy pussy. Goddamn, I’m losing the battle fast. Then again, I’m not sure I ever stood a chance.

“Raid! Fucking time to go!” Burbank’s blaring voice thankfully cuts through the sound of my shouting need. I look in his direction. He’s now finished his conversation and is waiting for me at the door. Again, if he’d seen what I’d been up to, he would have cuffed me by now.

I look down at my girl, staring at her tempting lips, wishing I could kiss her. “Now, run along and do exactly what I told you, Myr. And know that when I’m back in my cell, I’ll be imagining you playing with yourself in my sheets while I’m stroking my cock.”

She trembles on a moan and I take her weight, giving her one last hug before I lead her to the exit and watch as the guard takes her away from me. Not sure how the fuck I’m supposed to get through nine more years of seeing her walk away from me, but talk about the longest bout of foreplay in the history of all relationships. That’s if Myrah’s willing to stick it out with me for that long. God, I hope she will. But… I won’t blame her if she can’t.