He kissed me again, shutting me up. “Not right now.” He gripped my ass, picking me up and my legs instantly went around his waist.
“Ke…” Sliding in deeply, my words got caught. Every stroke scraped a gasp from my throat. His grip shifted, one hand locking around my throat while the other braced under my ass.
“I needed this,” he grunted against my lips, eyes locked on mine. The slap of skin echoed with the water. Ecstasy blurred my vision as my orgasm quickly ripped through me. “I’ll do anything to protect you,” he growled in my ear, drilling my pussy hard.
My body clenched, pulsing around his dick. “Keeoooonnn!!!”
He groaned, lifted me higher, and pounded through me cumming until he came too. He buried himself deep, damn near growling in the pussy. He eased out, set my feet firmly under me, and kissed me slowly. He washed me in silence, kissing on me the whole time.
Water ran over us, washing away evidence but not the truth. I knew something heavy sat on his soul and his words and dick told me everything I needed to know.
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Iw o k eu pthe next morning to the sound of steady breathing and warm skin pressed against my back. Knuck was knocked the hell out, his arm heavy across my waist, his chains cold against my skin, and his scent wrapped around me like the most dangerous comfort. I turned slowly in his arms and just watched him. For the past few days, he barely slept, just tossing and turning. And now, his tattooed chest rose and fell steadily and peacefully.
I blinked when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I eased out from under Knuck’s arm, careful not to wake him, and grabbed it.
It vibrated again, this time with an incoming call. I smiled and answered as I tiptoed out of the room. “Morning,” I said, my voice low.
“Giiiiirrllll, it’s bachelorette party day!” Mikki practically screamed in my ear.
I winced. “Damn, can you not bust my eardrum first thing in the morning?”
Sia’s voice jumped in from the background, just as hype. “We got the food ordered for later, the games ready, mocktail recipes for you, and Mikki got some surprises, but she won’t even tell me! I’m scared.”
I laughed, walking down the hall toward Kassim’s room. “Mikki, I already told you… don’t play with me. If you got some damn stripper popping up with Magic Mike energy, bitch, we’re fighting.”
She gasped, fake offended. “Girl, relax! It’s just some light fun. I ain’t tryna have Knuck come for me!”
“You better not. You know how this man is.”
I shook my head as I quickly changed Kassim. Once I was done, I picked him up from the crib, his little face scrunched and his fists balled like he was ready to cuss Mikki’s ass out too. I walked to the kitchen, putting the call on speaker as I got his bottle ready with the bottle warmer. He was full-on whining now, wiggling.
“I mean…” Mikki said playfully. “What that man doesn’t know won’t…”
“Won’t what?” Knuck’s deep ass voice cut through behind me.
I jumped slightly, glancing over my shoulder as his arms slid around my waist from behind. His chest bare, breath warm,and his dick hard as hell pressed against my ass through the thin lace nightie I had on. Sia and Mikki hollered, laughing through the phone.
Knuck kissed the side of my neck, his voice still dripping with sleep. “Ain’t no fuck shit allowed tonight or I’m on y’alls ass. She wanna see some muscle and dick? She got me. Whole muthafuckin’ package.” I burst out laughing, head falling back against him as he kept kissing on me, palms gripping my hips.
Sia was wheezing. “I know that’s right, King Knuck! Let ’em know!”
Mikki was snorting. “Welp! Guess I’ma cancel Tyrone with the six-pack and oil.”
“Bitch…” My mouth dropped as I looked at the phone before walking away to get the bottle. “I’ll see y’all later.” They blew kisses and hung up, still cracking up, and I shook my head as I grabbed my phone to go settle on the couch.
Knuck sat on the armrest beside me, and he kissed Kassim’s forehead before focusing his attention on me. “I mean what I said, Ny.”
“Keon, please,” I chuckled. “It’s just us girls.”
“Better be.” He licked his lips, tugging on his beard. “You ready for this? Two more days and it’s official. Death Row type shit.” I looked up at him and smiled. Knuck leaned down and kissed me, “Told you from the jump. Soon as you let me hit that pretty pussy, you was mine.”
My whole face heated. “You really did, crazy ass.”
“But you love me,” he said, rubbing Kassim’s head. And I really did. More than I ever thought possible.
A f t e rN y o m il e f tthat night, I stepped out the steamy bathroom, towel slung low around my waist, music thumpin’ low from the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser. That newDuffle Bag Trappyalbum had been on repeat as I tried to clear my fuckin’ head. Day after tomorrow, we was sayin’ “I Do.”