Chapter Three
Linden
The last time I’d kissed Knox Morgan, he was barely a man, no need to shave daily. Yet now, as I lean in to slide my bottom lip across his jawline, the stubble there is so sexy, I forgot it’s foreign.
When I reach the lobe of his ear, I bite down gently and skim my tongue along the nearly-closed hole there, reminding the both of us, of us… and that time in eighth grade, when he’d begged me to pierce his ear — only to rip it right back out when he realized how silly he looked. I smile to myself and bask in a surge of empowerment knowing, that of all the women who’ve kissed their way to here over the years, not one of them knew this little spot exists, or why.
And much like his “claim” earlier, this is something of him that is mine.
“Mmmm,” I purr and his jaw instantly steels, hard muscle flexing beneath soft skin as he struggles for restraint.
“Linden,” he groans. “Be careful.”
“Of?” I purposely rasp.
“You know exactly, woman. You remember piercing my ear, you damn sure remember my threshold on letting you tease before I take over.”
Yes, at only seventeen, I’d given myself to Knox — as often as possible — one thing I have never, nor will I ever, look back on with regret or shame.
“Shhhh, I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“If I really want to stop, thinking, and… do this.”
“Two can play this game,” he grates in an unsuccessfully deceptive calm, pushing my skirt up another inch. “What do you want, Linnybug? You want me to beg for it?” Another inch lost, his fingertips begin scorching up the sensitive flesh of my thigh.
“Why not?” My panting’s blatant, and beyond my control. “Nothing else is the same anymore; might as well switch that up too.”
“But it could be.” He grinds his hips into me and I nearly come apart, nearly give in all at once.
Flooded with feelings, again, so foreign yet so familiar, temptation blurs with necessity. Now overshadows then. And hurt starts fading to black, dark desire. This isn’t the first, or twentieth, time Knox and I have found ourselves in a similar predicament… the back and forth. The foreplay. The dance. And while I’ve never been quite this brazen, the rest is classic Linden and Knox.
The one glaring difference? The last time I let him this close, close enough to play me, mind and body, like a fiddle, and close enough to touch me on the inside, at my core, my heart… we were in love.
Which reminds me…
“Knox,” I whimper, pushing at his chest. “I’m sorry, in more ways than one, but I… I can’t go back, do this again.”
He wraps my wrists with a strong, sure grip, keeping my touch to him. “No again, babe. New. Fresh start. We aren’t kids anymore and I’m not going anywhere.”
I find myself drifting back into my memories. Memories of what we once were. The love we had. The heat that was ever-present. I’m temporarily lost on the past, fighting to come back to the here and now.
“Linden, did you hear me?” He gives me an easy shake, in turn sparking me to shake off the fog of thoughts I’d escaped to. “You back?”
“Yes, and no. Knox, I, you, you should go home.” My voice, like my nerve, collapses.
“I’m going nowhere. Talk to me, dammit! Scream, cry, hit, scratch, I don’t give a shit how, but fucking talk to me!”
“No. If we talk, I’ll be honest, it’ll be too raw. I’ll cry, you’ll try to comfort me. Your arms will find their way around me, mine will reach for you, and we’ll be holding each other. Then my heart will come unglued, and those million little pieces holding on by a thread will scatter everywhere. No, no way.”
Nothing said, he speaks by cupping my cheeks and staring through my eyes for only a moment, yet long enough to sear my soul… and finishes me off, perhaps for good. Strong, greedy, familiar lips crash into mine, and with everything I have, except time to resist, I kiss him right back.
“Knox,” I moan, upon coming up for air.
“Yeah, me too baby, me too.”
“You. Always you. Only you.”
“It’s about fucking time,” he growls, deepening our starved kiss.
I jump at the exact moment he bends, grabbing the backs of my knees to pick me up, and wrapping my legs around his waist. Impatient hands dig into my skin, with a sure grip, and still devouring my mouth, he blindly walks us to the couch. Seating us, and yanking my legs to either side of his hips, he uses his hold to urge me down as he rocks up… the delicious friction shredding any last, lingering ounce of willpower. My hands, just as impatient but not nearly as nimble, fumble with his belt, then button and zipper, as his sneak under my skirt, ripping my panties off with one rough tug.
“Knox,” I beg.
“Almost, baby, I got you,” he promises, then delivers, in one savage thrust.
I cry out, pleasure and pain blending together in a riot of sensation.
After all this time, it only takes a second for my body to adjust, remember, and relax around him.
“Please, please don’t break my heart again, Knox.” I cringe before it’s fully pleaded, a spontaneous, humiliating utterance.
“Ditto,” he grunts swatting my ass. “I’ve been trying for years to get you back. Now I have. You’re mine again, baby. For good.” He thrusts deep. “Forever.” Deeper. “No more bullshit. I mean it.”
I lift my hips, swirl them in a slow circle, then drop down fast. “Then no more of the I’m not good enough for you bullshit. I mean it.”
“What? That’s what you thought? Are you fucking kidding me?” He roars… and actually pulls me off, to toss me on the cushion beside him. “Jesus, really?” He snaps his head to me, testing if looks can kill. “You, Linden, are the only one who ever had that asinine thought. Never did I think I was better than you. Not. Once.”
“Please.” I roll my eyes and move to stand… the mood obliterated. “Are you going to try and tell me, with a straight face, that your mother wasn’t in your ear, pointing out each and every way I was… beneath you?”
He has me pinned, flat on my back so fast I squeal in shock. “This is beneath me, Linden. And this is the only kind of beneath me you’ve ever been. For whatever reason, you got it in your head that people were always looking down on you. I wanted to marry you when I was ten. Thought about asking you at fifteen. Bought a goddamn ring at eighteen. But you kept on and on with that shit. It’s all you ever talked about, all you focused on. So-”
“So it’s my fault? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No, it’s not. I’m…”
“Can you get off me? If we’re going to hash this out, I’d prefer… Oh, God…” a delirious wail sounds itself, my whole-body arching off the couch as he drives back inside me. “Knox, oh, what…”
“Only time you shut up and listen.” His grunt hits my neck, warming the wet path left by his tongue. “I was young. You were young. Figured, incorrectly, that we’d talk about it, sort things out, and get on with our damn lives when I got home from school.”
I lift my head to glare at him. “And screwing half your campus? How’d you think that would help?”
This pisses him off, and confirms every tale ever told: angry sex is, by far, the very best kind of sex to be had.
He hitches my leg up, close to my ear, and pistons his hips fast, brutal, and divinely.
“I didn’t touch another fucking girl until you started your online parade about your new, perfect boyfriend! You broke my fucking heart, Linden!” Deeper, faster… his pace impossible, depth matching his tone… while I cling to my orgasm. “I was waiting, hoping, that with a little time apart, you’d realize how great we were together. Instead, you forgot about me, or pretended to, rebelled, aimed to wound, and hit your fucking target! So I returned the goddamn favor.”
“He was years after you left. You expect me…” my words fade into a long, low moan. I squeeze around him, grinning when he too groans, needing him to catch up as I’m about to explode, “to believe you didn’t sleep with anyone, that whole time? I know you better than that, Knox Morgan.”
“Apparently not! Fuck, Lin I feel you. You’re close. Do that again, baby, so good.”
“No,” like a stubborn fool, I moan my refusal… and unravel. Dammit!
“No, huh?” He half-laughs; no, less than half, because more-than-half is growled. “Missed you, baby. Love you. So goddamn much.”
Crazed, he drops his weight onto me, sucking at my neck while slamming inside. “Couldn’t look at another woman and not see you, Linny. Still can’t. Never will. You moved on. I didn’t.”
“Knox,” I mewl, holding on for dear, blessed, euphoric life — his pace quickening, force brutal — as another orgasm builds.
“Tell me, Lin.” He lifts his head. “Look at me, and tell me.”
God, he’s magnificent. Dark hair a beautiful mess, eyes alive with raw, untamed passion and virility radiating off him. I know what he wants to hear, and it’d be my long-held, long-denied truth, but I… I can’t. So, I shake my head and divert my eyes from his.
“Goddammit, Linden!” My legs are untwined for me, now pushed up and out, spread open for his absolute owning. “Tell me.”
I purr, whimper, moan… but I don’t tell him… no matter how hard, how deep, he goes.
“Close, babe. You covered?”
“No.”
Why would I be? I have no room in my life, or heart, for other men.
To this, he grins. Or smirks rather. “Good.”
And it is. So damn good. Coming again, with him. His sexy groan in my ear. His heart pounding in cadence with mine. The tender kisses peppering my lips.
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” he whispers. And too happy, fulfilled, sated, to fight it, I giggle. Looking dead in my eyes, he tells his truth… which I believe. “I love you, Linden. I loved you when I was ten; never stopped, not for one fucking second.”
He waits for my response… and I let him, gravely clutching onto my last shred of safety.
“I just came in you, baby.”
“I’m aware.”
“Got faith in my boys.”
I roll my eyes and shove at his chest, in vain. “You’re unbelievable! Get off me! You don’t try to impregnate me; especially without my permission, or the first time we get back together!”
“So, we are back together?”
“Coming uses up all your brain cells, I see.”
He bends once more, putting us nose to nose. “Feel that? Getting me hard again already. Now tell me.”
“You’re a pig.”
“Tell me.” Smooth, slow glide… all the way in.
“I’m not ovulating. Take that!”
“Linnybug, stop. Tell me.”
What can it hurt, really? We both already know the truth... and I let him inside me. Might as well…
“I love you too, Knox, pain in my ass, Morgan. I’ll always love you.”
And with that, I grab his face and kiss him, hard, years of longing, hurt and frustration released with the force used. Yet, not a greedy kiss, but an apology. Being young and dumb does something to people; something, I suppose, that’s a necessity in, and for, the “bigger picture”— that portrait being one’s confusing, learn-as-you-touch-and-go life journey. To grow, we must learn. And to learn, we must stumble. Stumble right past the one real, honest conversation that could’ve saved us both much unhappiness.
“Mine?” he asks, and despite myself, I nod. “Mine,” he confirms in an arrogantly delicious hum.
And this time… makes love to me.