Kim
KNIGHT DIDN’T WAKE up for close to four hours. I was curled up on my sofa watching so murder show and paused the television when he walked into the room. "Hey."
"Hey sugar." He smiled and kissed my head, then walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. "Want anything?" He sauntered around my ho as though nothing concerned him... that he wasn’t keeping valuable information about who was targeting my horse from .
"Nope, I’m good."
He settled himself next to and I shifted so I could cuddle up to him. "Feel better?"
"Much."
I smacked his belly. "Good. Now, tell what’s going on."
He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled close. "The guy we caught this mornin’ works with Brian Combes."
"The guy who...?"
"Yeah." He patted my hip and took a swig of beer. "They’re connected, but not to your father. That just happens to be a coincidence."
"So, Daddy’s not doing this?" I asked, relieved.
"Doesn’t look like it. But whoever’s doin’ this wants us to think he is."
"I’m telling you it’s my mother and uncle." I glanced up at him. "You might think she’s twirly but she’s really diabolical."
"No, baby, she’s twirly. But it’s possible your uncle’s got sothin’ on her and is forcin’ her."
"It’s a guarantee he has sothing on her, but highly doubtful he’s forcing her to do anything," I argued. "She has always done whatever my uncle wanted. It’s this weird, sick and twisted kind of sibling thing."
"You understand it’s not normal right? That not all siblings are like that?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, honey. I absolutely understand that it’s not normal."
"You had worried there for a second."
I chuckled. "Even before I started seeing Dr. Grace, I was well aware of their perverted relationship."
"Do you think...?"
"I have no idea," I admitted, my stomach roiling as I whispered, "But if he raped , he probably raped her."
"Fuck," he breathed out.
I shivered. "I don’t want to think about it."
Knight sighed. "I swear to God, if I ever see him, he’ll be peeing out of his asshole."
"Wow... that got dark." I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
"Yeah." He took a swig of his beer.
"Is Brian still a worry?"
Knight shook his head. "He’s been dealt with, sugar."
"Dealt with, how?"
"You probably don’t want to know, but seriously, Brian’s never gonna bother you again. Did Dani tell you what Booker did to Steven?"
I nodded. Booker had done so internet hacking, placing Steven on a no-fly list, marking him as a terrorist, and other kinds of things that would keep Steven from ever hurting anyone again.
"Well, he’s put Brian on the sex offender registry and Booker’s watching him. So far, Brian’s behaving himself. He’s a nobody, Kim."
"I’m going to trust you on this one, honey, mostly because I’m too tired not to."
"Good plan."
"I’m also going to talk to Doug tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
I nodded. "You’re right. I can’t keep up this pace."
"I’m sorry? Say again?"
"Yes, you’re right." I giggled. "Don’t get used to it, it won’t happen very often."
He grinned and shook his head.
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving. You gonna cook?" he asked.
I grinned. "I want you to stick around, honey, so, no."
"Chinese?"
"Perfect." I pushed up from the sofa and opened the kitchen drawer holding nus. Finding the one for the restaurant who delivered, I ordered our favorites and then joined Knight back on the sofa.
"How long did they say?"
"Twenty-five minutes."
He set his beer on the coffee table with a sexy grin and leaned over to kiss . "Cuttin’ it close, but gonna make you co a couple tis before they get here."
I licked my lips. "Ditto."
With a quickness I’d co to expect from Knight, my shorts (panties and all) were yanked from my body and he pushed my shirt up, drawing a nipple into his mouth. I tore at his T-shirt, gripping his arms as he continued to lavish attention on my nipples.
Sliding his hand between my legs he grinned. "So fuckin’ ready."
"Yes," I hissed. I whimpered as two fingers slid inside of . "Aidan."
I wove my fingers into his hair as he covered my core with his mouth, sucking tight on my clit. I barely registered the sound of tal as Knight unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans almost as quickly as he tore my clothes off. Then he was inside of and I cried out his na as I ca.
He slowed the pace a little, sliding his hand between us to connect with my clit again. It wasn’t long before I was close to climaxing again. "Knight," I breathed out.
He pulled my leg up higher and slamd into as I gripped his shoulders, my body pinned to the sofa. "Now!" I scread, and with one more thrust, I felt Knight pulse inside of .
"Fuck!" he rasped, leaning down to kiss . "Always so fuckin’ good."
"Yeah, honey, it is." I smiled stroking his face. "Why is that, do you think?"
"Because I’m fuckin’ amazing in the sack." He raised an eyebrow. "What else?"
"Nothing," I said, laughing. "Obviously, that’s the reason."
He kissed quickly and then headed for the bathroom. I followed, pulling off my T-shirt as I went. Dropping my discarded clothing into the hamper, I pulled open one of my dresser drawers.
"What are you doing?" Knight asked.
"Getting dressed."
"Ah, no you’re not." He reached out his hand. "You’re joining in the shower, and then I have more stuff to show you in bed."
"Oh, really?"
"Hell, yeah, sugar."
I grinned and took his hand, letting him tug into the bathroom. For the next twenty minutes, Knight showed just how good he was and by the ti we were finished, I couldn’t move.
"My legs are gelatinous, honey. At this rate, I won’t be able to ride tomorrow."
He grinned, pulling against his naked body. "You’ll recover."
"When do they pick the Olympic team?" I asked.
"It’s already been picked."
I frowned. "Really?"
"Yeah."
I let out a quiet but disappointed sigh. "Oh."
"You’re on it, sugar."
I leaned up to et his eyes. "I’m sorry?"
"I pick the team, Kim." He slid my hair away from my face. "Did you not get that mo?"
"Um, no, I didn’t. I thought you were the trainer."
"Yeah. Which ans I pick the team." He smiled. "I have a committee that I answer to, but they’ve seen your videos—"
"What videos?"
"The videos I took of you and Fozzie. You’ve been accepted onto the team."
"Ohmigod," I breathed out, and sat up. "Are you serious?"
He chuckled. "I wouldn’t joke about that, Kim."
"No, I suppose you wouldn’t." I shook my head. "Are you sure we’re ready?"
"Yeah, honey. Aren’t you?"
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