25. Knox

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Knox

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. You’re fucking me so well.”

Elton’s hips stutter at my praise, the grip he has on my ass tightening to a point where I know I’ll have little dents in my skin. He curls around my body, his hot breath fanning my neck as he tilts his head and kisses my cheek. “Knox, you’re strangling my cock. I–I can’t last.”

With the weight of him on top of me and the way my dick rubs up against the comforter with every thrust, I’m close as well. “Let go for me. Show me how much you love fucking my tight hole. Scream for me, sweetheart.”

He curses, pounding into me, our sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other before he howls, my name on his lips as he comes inside me. I feel him overflowing and dripping down my thighs, and I buck him off only slightly so I can reach down and jack myself. The little kisses he drops on the back of my neck and his desperate whimpers get me there, forcing me to come just seconds after taking myself in hand.

“Man, oh man,” Elton groans, kissing my sweaty back once more before flopping down beside me. He throws his thick arm over his face, breathing heavily as he chuckles. “Fucking you gets better every time. I think you’ve got a magic ass, Knoxy.”

Rolling my eyes, I nudge him to scoot over so I can lie beside him comfortably. I throw one of my legs over his, both of us on our backs as we pant and come down from our highs. “Nah, you’ve got a nice cock, sweetheart. If anything, your dick puts a spell on me.”

We both turn to look at each other and burst out laughing at our ridiculousness. He sighs, moving onto his stomach as he props his elbow on my chest and rests his chin in his hand. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

I think about it and don’t come up with much. Today is one of my rare days off, but Elton has to work later. I figured I’d probably put on a scary movie, order some takeout, and wait for him to come over after his shift.

Since Davis was so thoroughly impressed with him after Angels and Sinners Night, he has Elton coming in all the time now, giving him a hefty paycheck that technically isn’t required by his internship. All he wants is for Elton to use that creative mind and find more ways to draw people into the already popular club.

Elton’s been soaking it all up. Having Davis’s approval was like a boost of confidence for him, and it’s been impossible to get him to shut up about all the ideas he has. But, whatever, if it makes him happy.

Then I think of something else I wanted to do tonight, and I chew on the inside of my cheek. I debate telling Elton, but by the way his eyes narrow in curiosity, I can see he already knows something is up. “Spill.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Liar.” He leans down and plops a fat kiss on my lips, nibbling on my piercing before pulling back. “We’re besties now. You have to tell me.”

My heart does an awkward little flip at hearing Elton call us best friends. Despite not wanting to, I smile, rubbing my lips together to savor the taste of him. “Fine,” I relent. “I was…looking at maybe downgrading my apartment.”

His brow wrinkles. “You love this apartment.”

Yeah, I do. It’s ritzy as fuck, with two extra rooms I don’t need or use, a nice balcony, unlimited amenities access, and it even has a doorman and everything. But for what I’m considering, it might be out of my price range. “I…”

“ Knox ,” he groans dramatically. “You’re edging me on purpose. It’s not very nice.”

I narrow my eyes and my lips curl into a snarl. “You’re really fucking impatient. You know that, right?”

“My spell-casting cock makes up for it,” he says passively, poking my nipple piercing. “Come on. I’m dying over here.”

I take a deep breath. We’re friends— best friends , apparently—so I should be able to be honest about what I’m thinking. Still, the idea of opening myself up is disgusting as hell, but I push through. “I was thinking I might stop dealing.”

He shoots up, nearly knocking me in the face with his elbow in his surprise. “You what?”

I chuckle at his dumbstruck expression and sit up too. “Oh, come on. It can’t be that big of a shock.”

“Um, yeah, it actually is,” he states, still bewildered. “Knox, this isn’t because of what I said, is it?”

While that has something to do with it, it’s not the entire reason. Since my conversation with Davis, and with the way I chickened out, I’ve been giving it some serious thought. “No. I started dealing in high school because I thought it was cool?—”

He rolls his eyes. “ The coolest .”

“—and I just never stopped, asshole,” I finish, slapping his stomach lightly with a chuckle. “I never really thought I’d do anything else, truthfully. Just… I don’t know. Like, I wasn’t capable of it.”

“That’s so not true.” Rushing to wrap his arms around my middle, he hugs me from behind. “You’re so smart. Dealing has made you sharp too.”

“Very easily transferable skills.”

He pouts. “Hey…”

“I know, I know,” I coo, laying my hand over his. It’s easier to speak without him being able to see my face, so I drop my voice to a whisper, part of me revolting at what I’m about to say. “I don’t know, Elton. I just never felt worth much.”

I can’t believe I’m actually admitting this to him. He really must have a magic dick to be able to charm me into spilling one of my deepest secrets. A secret I don’t even care to acknowledge most of the time. I keep that shit locked up for a reason, buried away tightly behind razor-lined walls, but something about Elton always has me acting like an idiot.

His breath hitches, and he forces me to look at him with a hand on my chin. “I hate whoever made you feel that way.”

The list is long. My parents, who never wanted me to begin with, who got saddled with a surprise child they didn’t plan for, a child who ruined their perfectly put-together life because he was so different from them.

My peers, who never gave me a chance and hardened me, made me believe I was nothing but trash.

Everest, even though he didn’t mean to, who made me feel irrelevant and used.

But Elton… He makes it all better.

I don’t tell him that, however, but simply kiss the corner of his jaw. “It’s okay. Either way, I’m going to start looking for something.”

“But you still have the job at the club, right?” he asks and, for a moment, I forgot he had no idea that I was dealing for the club. I’m spared having to answer that when he continues. “But if that’s not what you want, I’ll help you. I’m really good at building resumes. We can make you a kickass one that’ll have jobs pounding down your door.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You’d do that?”

“Of course!” he yells, letting go of me and scrambling for my laptop. “Let’s start now!”

Chuckling, I stand and gently take my laptop back. “How about we shower, get something to eat, and do that tomorrow when you’re off work?”

He pouts like he wants to argue with me but ends up relenting. “Fine. Did you buy more of that soap I like?”

I nod, smirking as I take his hand in mine. “Yes. Even though you should have bought it, since you used more than half of it.”

“It smells like you and you always smell so good!” he whines as he follows me into the bathroom. “Hey! How about we get freaky in the shower? I could suck my cum out of you?”

My dick takes a lot of interest in that.

That’s exactly what he does, making us filthy and covering us in cum that we then have to wash off all over again. When we’re done and he gets ready for work, he kisses me goodbye before bolting out the door. I stay in all night and do as planned, waiting impatiently by the door until he comes back all sweaty and exhausted.

And when we fall asleep together, I do it wrapped in his arms.

I never once question my worth.