HARD KNOX (17 page)

thirty-one

(ana)

*NOW*

I was in the cemetery. It was sad
and fitting all at the same time. Knox stood next to me, his arm around me. We
both stared at my mother’s grave. He kissed my head and squeezed me tight.

“I’m so sorry, darlin’,” he
whispered.

“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s just
fate, Knox.”

His hand touched my stomach. “Our
fate is here. Our family.”

I looked back at him and nodded. I
offered a weak smile. “You should go. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t wait
around.”

“Okay, darlin’,” Knox said.

He backed away from me and I didn’t
look back to see him go. I didn’t need to see it. This was my fate now. I was
going to be alone in a cemetery. My life had gone so far off the track I had
imagined it.

I put both my hands to my stomach,
feeling that motherly thing go through my body. It was hard to explain. The way
the urge to survive and fight became so much more important. Seeing the way
Knox reacted to it all proved everything I needed to know about him, me, and
our future.

Which was exactly why I was
standing alone in a cemetery.

The minutes ticked by far too slow.
My nerves would one minute shake and the next minute calm. I had to put so much
faith and truth into things I couldn’t control, I hated it. That was always my
thing. Not having control. After my mother passed away, I tried to get control.
The only way to do it was falling into the arms of Porter. He controlled me,
sure, but it was almost like being defiant to my own heart and to Knox.

When I finally saw Porter pull into
the cemetery and get out of his car, my heart began to race. I left one hand on
my stomach, feeling that deep need to protect my baby. All it took was one
picture of the ultrasound to change everything. I had never wanted this… but I
understood it. I thought about all the times Porter used me. The times he came
after me.

It was all a secret. The messages
back and forth. I never admitted a thing to Porter but it was easy to let him
assume. I was the helpless woman, trapped with outlaws, and he was going to
save me.

That’s how the picture was painted.

I saw Porter look around as he
approached me.

We decided to meet in the cemetery.
It made sense. It was the right thing to do. It was the only thing to do to end
all of this bullshit. In my heart, I knew it wasn’t ending though. It was just
going to be the beginning in so many ways.

“Ana,” Porter said.

He was within spitting distance.

My heart raced. I never thought I
would see him again. Or if I did, Knox would be by my side.

“It’s really true?” he asked.

I pulled at my shirt, making it
even tighter against my body. I turned to my side. I had a very small baby bump
forming. But it was there. The life inside me was growing by the day.

The morning I
popped
I was
so emotional. But Knox had taken care of me. He soothed me. He rubbed my back,
shoulders, his massive hands caring for me. His hands then put me on my belly
and his hands touched my ass. From there… it was three hours of hot sex that
went from the bed, to the floor, to the shower, to the kitchen, back to the
bed.

Fuck, I missed Knox already.

“Oh, Ana,” Porter said. “You’re
really pregnant. I thought you were on the pill or something.”

“I screwed up,” I said.

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of
everything.” Porter put a hand out. “It’s all okay now. I killed Knox’s father.
I did it myself. Vinny was mad at me about it, but he played it off. I wanted
to show power. To everyone. Especially to you.”

“You hurt me,” I said. “You always
hurt me. I hate you for that.”

“That’s okay. You can hate me. But
soon… we’re going to be in so much love together.”

Porter closed the gap, his greasy
hands wanting to touch me.

The next part
… was my
part of the plan.

thirty-two

(knox)

*NOW*

I couldn’t stand it. I fucking
couldn’t stand it. Watching that greasy prick walk up to my darlin’ like he
owned her. Ana said she wanted to contribute to the plan and she wanted her
final shot in on Porter before I stepped in.

So I waited.

I warned her that if he touched her
- especially her belly - I was calling it off. Having them so close was so
dangerous to her. A bullet could really change my life. If I lost Ana and I
lost our baby, I’d go complete outlaw. I would strip my cut and burn it. I’d
take the road and raise so much hell the only way to stop me would be to put a
bullet between my eyes.

That’s what my family meant to me.

I saw Porter reach for Ana.

She sprang into action so fast and
smooth, I was honestly impressed. She put her palms to his shoulders and drove
him back with a really good shove. Then she lifted her right leg up between his
legs, hitting his balls so hard, he let out a squeal that sounded like a hungry
pig.

I’d never forget that sound.

Porter grabbed his balls and
dropped to his knees.

Ana then swung her hand, slapping
him across the face.

That was enough.

I stood up and let out a whistle.

One by one, my boys all popped up
from behind gravestones. It was so fucking symbolic it made my heart race. The
Reaper’s Bastards rising up from the dead.

Matteo, Slam, Elijah, Noah, Ari,
and Liam.

They all stood up, shotguns in
hand. All were pointed at Porter.

Ana heeded the warning and turned,
bolting away from the scene. She ran right where I was standing.

I had just a handgun. Pointed right
at Porter. I walked toward him, watching him trying to catch his breath from
the ball shot Ana had given him.

“Don’t fucking try to move,” I
said. “Or I’ll make it so painful… I’ll bury you alive.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Porter
yelled, then he winced in pain.

“I already did,” I said.

Me and Vinny came to terms on some
more territorial shit. Things were going to to work out just fine. All Vinny
needed from me was to make sure that when Porter was gone, there was no chance
of Porter being found and no chance that it would point back to the MC or hurt
the
family
.

Near the back of the cemetery where
all the old bones were buried, there was a fresh hole dug. The guy that took
care of the cemetery had a thing for strippers and always wanted to have sex on
a grave. I made sure that happened. In return, he had a grave ready for Porter.

I walked to Porter and stared down
at him. “You never stood a chance against me, Porter. I’m fucking Knoxville. I’m
part of the Reaper’s Bastards.”

“Fuck you,” Porter said.

That was enough talking for one day
so I pulled the trigger.

The boom echoed for a few seconds.

“No, Porter, fuck you,” I said.

The gun would be buried with
Porter.

I dropped the weapon and turned to
walk to my darlin’.

I scooped Ana up in my arms and
hugged her tight.

Something about it was just
fitting. Being near all that death. Being with my boys in the club. Showing
true force and power. Holding the only woman I ever loved in my arms.

“I have something for you,” I
whispered into her ear. “Come on.”

We ran through the cemetery
together, laughing, probably the most romantic and macabre scene ever. But I
didn’t give a shit. I had to smile. When Ana turned her head and smiled at me,
the wind caught her hair and spread it across her face. We were running toward
freedom. Toward family.

We got on my motorcycle and I took
off, my darlin’ right there with me.

She had no fucking clue what I
had planned for her.

I said I would never ride anything
that didn’t have two wheels or a slit. But for Ana, there was always an
exception to the rule.

When she saw the yellow moving
truck in the middle of the lot at the garage, she looked confused.

“I don’t get it,” she said.

I grabbed her hand and walked her
to the truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her up. I walked around to
the other side and climbed into the driver’s seat. I started the truck.

“Knox…”

“Darlin’, the day I met you, you
were climbing out of a yellow moving truck. It was the most important day of my
life. It was the day the rest of my life was presented in front of me. So that’s
why this is happening right now, like this.”

“What is?” she asked.

I looked at her. “All our shit is
packed into the back of this thing. I had the guys do it while we were out. No
more apartment for you. No more clubhouse for me.”

“Where are we going to live?” she
asked.

The answer came ten minutes later.

Noah’s friend of a friend’s aunt
had passed away recently and the family wanted to unload the house as fast as
possible. It needed some work but I loved a good challenge. I was able to cash
in all my savings and get the house through another favor with someone at the
local bank. He had helped my grandmother save the house I lived in more than
once and more than once he had gotten himself into some gambling trouble and I was
there with my boys to bail him out.

None of that mattered.

What mattered was the look on Ana’s
face.

There was a small white fence in
the yard. The house had shudders, not red, but I could paint them.

I took her hand and kissed it.

“Look at the garage,” I said.

There was a basketball hoop above
the garage, just like she always wanted.

When she started to cry, I pulled
her close.

I then took my darlin’ to our
house.

I let her unlock the door and then
I lifted her up and carried her in. I kicked the door shut and gently placed
her on the floor.

“I fucking love you, Knoxville,” she
growled at me.

“And I fucking love you, Ana,” I
said.

Right there on the floor, I made
love to my darlin’.

Don’t worry… I wasn’t going soft…

When we finished on the floor, I
carried her to the shower and fucked her until we ran out of hot water.

thirty-three

(ana)

*MONTHS LATER*

I went into labor two weeks early.
Of course Knox was out on a ride. I woke to a sharp pain and fell to my knees.
I called Knox and he said everything would be okay. Then my water broke.

Matteo showed up, the giant hulk of
a biker he was, yet he was so gentle as he stood me up and helped me out of the
house. He got me to his car and got me to the hospital. He even let me hold his
hand as the contraction went from hell to fucking death in a matter of minutes.

The baby was going to be there
really fast.

When it was time to really push,
Matteo tried to leave. I begged him to stay but he feared seeing anything
down
there
would piss off Knox.

I refused to let Matteo’s hand go.

I then shut my eyes and pushed.

The feeling can’t be described
unless you’re doing it. The whole
watermelon through the eye of a needle
is pretty accurate.

Matteo’s hand slipped away as the
doctor said the head was coming out.

I let out a breath, a scream, and
turned to see Knox standing there.

Matteo winked at me and got out of
the room.

I had no idea how Knox made it there
just in time but that was his thing. He was always just in time. Always there
to save me, comfort me, love me.

He leaned over and kissed me. “You’re
fucking beautiful, darlin’. You are my hero.”

I let out a cry and had the urge to
push again.

That was the last push.

A minute later, a healthy baby boy
was placed on my chest. He screamed, I cried, and Knox had a smile that I never
saw before. He touched the baby’s back and we had our first real moment as a
family.

We named the baby Jayson and took
him home two days later.

The first night Knox and I were up
every three hours with Jayson. I nursed the baby and Knox sat next to me,
waiting his turn to burp the baby. Every time the baby fell asleep we’d sit
there in silence, staring at each other, smiling.

Our eyes spoke one thing… the
truest thing I’d ever known…

He was my outlaw, I was his
darlin
’.

thirty-four

(knox)

*ANOTHER COUPLE MONTHS LATER*

I slid into Ana with a hard thrust
and she let out a whimpering cry. I was on my knees, she on her back, my eyes
all over her beautiful body. She never fully understood how pretty she had
become while pregnant. She hated her hips, ass, her puffy cheeks. I loved every
second of it and I loved taking care of her the entire time. And even now, it
was just…
goddamn.

Her tits were huge, full of milk.
They bounced like never before, sometimes getting so wild, Ana would have to
hold them in place. That only fucking turned me on even more.

Tonight, I feasted upon her. I put
my mouth to her left breast and sucked hard. She let out a hiss sound and dug
her fingers into the back of my head. She arched her back to me, offering more
and I took it. I could taste her leaking, something else she was unsure about,
but I wouldn’t dare pull away.

My hands grabbed her waist and
pulled my mouth away, letting my teeth graze her nipple enough to make her bite
her lip. I slid my right hand across her stomach and Ana instantly grabbed the
sheets. She hated the way her belly looked. I knew it and I played into it by
always touching her there. Yeah, sure, maybe that was an asshole thing to do to
her, but I didn’t care. If she thought some stretch marks and skin was going to
chase me away she needed to find something better to worry about.

I pulled myself out of her body and
watched as her hips bucked toward me.

“What the fuck?” she whispered in a
growling voice.

I inched down her body, kissing her
softly, right to her stomach. She grabbed my hair again, pulling.

“Knox…”

“No, darlin’,” I said. “You need to
know how beautiful you are.”

I kissed down to her clean shaven
mound and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. For months we fucked like crazy
and after Jayson was born she still took care of me every single day while she
recovered. So I made it a point to make her pussy my breakfast every morning,
no matter what.

I reversed my kissing all the way
back up to her mouth, devouring her. I came forward with my throbbing cock and
pounded right back inside her. We weren’t protecting ourselves at all.
Fuck
that.
We wanted another baby as soon as possible. It was all up to fate at
that point.

I sank deep into Ana and she cried
out into my mouth.

I started to fuck her, forgetting
for a split second that we were not alone in our house.

The headboard hit the wall and Ana
threw her hands back against it, pushing at me. By doing that, it only rammed
my cock harder into her. She then let out a loud scream and hurried to cover
her mouth.

Her eyes went wide and I felt
myself only a handful of thrusts away from exploding.

Then came the cry from Jayson.

I stopped fucking Ana and lowered
my head. “Damn.”

“Shit, Knox…”

“I got it, darlin’,” I said.

I hated to pull out of her again
but I had to. My son needed me.

I grabbed my jeans and stepped into
them then went to Jayson’s room. It was dark colors with everything motorcycle
we could find. Ana added her touch of baby blue elephants where she could, but
we both knew that this baby boy was born to be an outlaw.

Jayson flailed his arms as he
cried.

The second I lifted him up and felt
his warm body against my bare chest, I smiled. The damn kid always made me
smile. Even if he was cock blocking me bad. I couldn’t even sit down because my
dick was raging hard still.

So I walked Jayson around the room.

“Son, this is an important lesson
to learn in life right now,” I whispered. “When Mom and Dad are having their
alone meetings, you have to sleep through that. Can you do that?”

I looked down at the big brown eyes
staring at me.

“You’re too cute for me, kid. I’m
not built for this.”

Jayson smiled. A quick smile, but
it melted me.

I swallowed a lump in my throat,
one I’d never tell Ana about, and I held my son, rocking him back to sleep.

He took almost thirty full minutes
to get back to sleep. And he was due for another feeding in less than two
hours. It was going to be another long night. But I wouldn’t trade it for
anything. I had managed to make all of Ana’s dreams come true. And she had done
the same for me just by being her. All I ever wanted was her.

At the crib, I slowly put Jayson
back down. He squirmed a little but stayed asleep. I knew my window with Ana
was long gone by now. She was probably rolled up and sleeping. That was fine
though. I’d get her. I always got her.

I touched Jayson’s head. “I love
you, son. Get some rest.”

I slowly shut the door and walked
down the hall, feeling like I was the king of the world.

When I turned the corner to enter
the bedroom, I was shocked to find my queen waiting for me. She was sitting up
on the bed, her feet on the bed, legs spread wide, showing her beautiful pink
slit. She slowly licked two of her fingers and then rubbed between her legs.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Knox,” she
purred at me.

I shut the door and dropped my
jeans.

I walked to the bed and Ana took my
thick cock in her small hand. She tugged at me, wanting me to fuck her again. I
leaned forward and we kissed as I started to enter her again. Her hands grabbed
my neck and she stayed in an upright position as I fucked her, finished deep
inside her, and then began to touch every inch of her body until we were both
ready to go again.

My fingers trailed down her
shoulder and I kissed it.

I put my mouth to her ear and
whispered,
“My darlin
’…”

Ana looked back with a smile and
whispered,
“My outlaw
…”

I was hard a minute later.

It was going to be a long night.

It was going to be a long life.

But for the rest of our lives, it
was simple:
She
’d be my darlin
’ and I
’d be her outlaw.

THE END.