Kim
YOU LIKE THAT, don’t you, pretty girl?
My dream was changing. Now my uncle’s hands were like vice grips as he pinned to the bed. I scread and forced my eyes open.
"Sugar, it’s ," Knight whispered as I blinked up at him.
It was him holding down, not my uncle. I relaxed. "Hi."
Concern covered his face as he released . "You okay?"
I nodded. "Sorry."
"Don’t be sorry," he said, and pulled onto his chest. "Shit, Kim, I want to kill him."
I burrowed into his chest with a nod. " too sotis." I sat up, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him. "I need you."
He slid his hands to my hips. "You sure?"
"This is asking you for so control."
Knight frowned. "Fuck, sugar."
"Is that weird?" I asked, resting my hands on his chest.
"No, baby," he breathed out. "I just hate that you need that."
"Then make forget."
He sat up, keeping anchored to him as he kissed . "Happily."
Grabbing a condom, he flipped onto my back and slid into . I wrapped my legs around him and arched for a deeper connection.
"I love you, Kim," he whispered then kissed .
"Love you, too, honey."
"I don’t think you fully understand." He stroked my cheek. "I love you."
I smiled and leaned into his palm. "I understand completely."
"Yeah?"
Nodding, I arched my hips again. "I feel the sa way."
He grinned. "Good."
"Now, can we please stop talking?"
"I love it when you get bossy."
"Really?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, sugar, really."
"I’ll keep that in mind." I pushed him onto his back again and raised up, lowering myself to impale him deeper.
"Fuck, sugar, that feels amazing."
He reached up and cupped my breasts as I rode him slowly. He let do my thing for approximately ten seconds before he knifed up, flipped off of him and onto my stomach, lifting my hips and slamming into from behind. "Cheek to the mattress, sugar."
So much for being in control, but I didn’t care as I did as he demanded and was richly rewarded for my efforts when he reached around my body, his finger connecting with my clit as he continued to surge into . My orgasm ca hard and fast, but I had no ti to revel in my climax because he brought to the brink again. Knight lifted , so my back was to his chest and I stretched my arms to loop them behind his head as he cupped my breasts.
"So fucking beautiful," he rasped.
I wed as he worked my nipples and pretty much lost my mind when he focused on my clit, managing to hold off my orgasm until he ca. Lowering gently to the mattress, he kissed and then headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, returning with a warm washcloth and settling it between my legs. "Thanks, honey."
"My pleasure." He grinned, chucking the washcloth into the corner... again.
Before he could pull into his arms, I grabbed my phone and texted Buck.
"Sugar, Fozzie’s fine."
"Hm-mm, I’m sure he is."
Buck texted back: All good.
Knight glanced at my screen. "See?"
"Well, considering I can read, yes, I see."
He chuckled, grabbing my phone and lobbing it on the pile of clothes he’d left in the corner opposite the washcloth. I could see a co to Jesus eting about organization in our future.
"I need my phone, Aidan."
"No you don’t," he countered, tugging onto his chest. "If there’s an issue, Buck will text ."
"He’s my horse... why would he text you?"
"Are you going to be like this with our kids?"
"I’ll be way worse," I warned.
Knight laughed. "Can’t wait."
"You’re insane."
"Just crazy for you, sugar." He squeezed my bottom. "A little less crazy now that I know you’re gonna have my kids."
"Aidan," I said with a sigh.
He rolled so he could hover above . "Not goin’ there, Kim."
"Not going where?"
"Wherever your brain wants you to go in order to escape this." He slid off the bed with a grin. "You hungry?"
I craned my neck to look at the clock. "It’s like four a.m."
"So?"
I leaned up on my arms and stared at all his naked glory. "I’d rather eat you."
I couldn’t stop a smile as he hardened. God, his cock was like a piece of art. I licked my lips and sat up, reaching for him and drawing him into my mouth. His hiss was all the encouragent I needed and I feasted on him.
I whimpered when he pulled away from , but before I could protest, he’d dragged to the edge of the bed and slamd into . I settled my ankles on his shoulders which drove him deeper and I cried out as an orgasm rushed through .
Knight fell on top of (gently) and snapped, "Shit, sugar. I forgot a condom."
I smiled. "It’s okay, honey. We’re getting tested on Tuesday, but I trust you."
He slid out of and kissed . "Marry ."
A surprised giggle-snort escaped my mouth. "What?"
"Marry ."
"No."
He frowned. "No?"
"Yes. No." I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Why the fuck not?" he snapped, and followed .
"It’s been two days."
"It’s been almost two years."
"I need to pee."
"Then pee."
"Romantic," I ground out.
"You’re gonna have to get used to in your space, sugar." He grinned. "Especially when we get married."
"Aidan," I admonished. I did my thing and then washed my hands, surprisingly unconcerned with the fact he was ’in my space.’
He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled against him. "Wrap your mind around it, sugar."
"I’m never getting married, Knight, so wrap your mind around that."
"Why aren’t you getting married?"
"Because it doesn’t work."
His hand gave my bottom a gentle squeeze. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"It’ll work with us."
"You’re delusional." I tried to pull away, but he held firm.
"You figure out your dress, sugar, I’ll handle the rest."
"You are not planning our wedding," I snapped.
Knight laughed. "Okay, sugar, you wanna plan it, I get it."
"You should talk to Dr. Grace. You need so serious dication."
He smiled down at as he stroked my cheek. "Lean in, Kim."
"I don’t want to lean in."
"Pickin’ up on that. But the sooner you lean in, the easier your life will be."
Despite the fact my hands couldn’t stop stroking his chest and abs, I said, "I’m not marrying you, Aidan."
"I like the idea of a fall wedding," he mused.
"Stop it."
"No?" He pulled closer, running his fingers down my side. "Okay, how about winter? Sumr’s not really my jam, so spring might be good... kinda soon, though. You might need more ti to plan."
"Stop."
"’Course, we could just head down to the courthouse. I don’t need a big shindig." He smiled. "How about you?"
"I don’t want anything big—" I groaned at his laugh. "Stop it. We’re not getting married."
He shifted so he could kiss my collarbone. "I’m gonna make sothin’ to eat. You in?"
"I’m not hungry."
"Not even for Chunky Monkey?"
How the hell he knew my favorite ice cream flavor was more than sowhat disconcerting. "How did you know...? Never mind." I wrinkled my nose. "Regardless, I don’t have any Chunky Monkey."
"Yeah you do."
"I do?"
"I bought so." He kissed gently. "Naked ice cream, sugar. It’s the best."
"You bought ice cream?" I whispered.
"And wine."
"You bought ice cream and wine?"
"Yeah, baby, I did."
"I love you," I admitted, adding quickly, "But I’m not marrying you."
Knight laughed again. "We’ll see."
"Am I allowed panties?"
"Fuck, no." He took my hand. "Naked ans naked, sugar, and it will give an opportunity to eat ice cream and you at the sa ti."
I shivered at the thought. "Sounds sticky."
He grinned. "Let’s test that."
I bit my lip and followed him into the kitchen. "I’m in."
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