Knox: A Suspenseful M/M Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 14
I beam at him, loving how well he knows me.
We place our order through an app and move to the couch to watch some television and cuddle.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I say as he rests his head on my shoulder.
“I know I don’t, but I want this person caught just as badly as you do.”
I wrap my arm around him and kiss the top of his head. “What did I do to get so lucky to have an amazing guy like you?”
He chuckles and moves to kiss my jaw. “I think we were made for each other.”
“Me too, babe.”
The evening passes in a blur of easy conversation, food, teasing, and laughter. I love how we are settling into this new comfort with each other. I’ve never really experienced such ease with a partner before. Everything comes so easy with Gunnar, and nothing feels forced. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be when you find the right person. Everything just clicks into place. It’s also nice to have someone looking out for me who isn’t family. Although I’d prefer that he didn’t have to be in a situation like this, it warms my heart to know that he has my back.
Shifting our position, I stand and head for the kitchen. “Want a beer?”
“Sure. We could go out and enjoy some fresh air on the patio if you’d like,” he offers, and it’s the perfect opportunity to put our plan in place.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go on a hike tomorrow morning?” I ask Gunnar once we’re outside like we planned.
“Alone with you in the middle of nowhere, sign me up,” he teases, then leans in to kiss me. “Do you think there will be any places we can hide and fuck?”
My body heats, and I growl before nibbling on his ear.
“Does my boyfriend have a sex-in-public kink?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Maybe just a little. I mean, isn’t it thrilling to know that at any moment, we could get caught?” he asks, climbing into my lap.
His lips slam down on mine, and I swallow the moan that he makes when I buck my hips into his.
“Fuck.” I breathe into his mouth as he grinds on me, and my cock leaks in my underwear. “Inside, I need you,” I groan out, lifting him with me as I stand.
He yelps out in surprise at my boldness as I carry him inside, needing him to fuck me but not wanting an audience. Talk about exhibitionism is one thing, but actually participating is another.
The second we are inside and the door is locked, I shove him up against the wall, devouring his mouth again.
“Jesus!” Gunnar gasps for air as I move to bite his neck.
“Bend me over the table and fuck my brains out,” I plead as I set him down and start to strip us out of our clothes.
“Very demanding tonight,” he teases. “But I think you’re missing a word.”
I lick my lips, softly using the word I know he wants to hear. “Please.”
“With pleasure,” he tells me with a sinful smirk that has my balls aching with the need to release already.
The instant we’re naked, Gunnar takes control and pushes me down onto the table, but I’m surprised when it’s on my back, not my front. Good thing this table is a solid and sturdy custom-built hardwood, or it could never handle my weight.
“I want to see your face when I eventually let you come,” he tells me, pushing my knees up and dropping to his own. “Let me see that cake, baby. I’ve been dying to know how you taste.”
I do as I’m told and gasp as his tongue laps at my entrance. “So good,” I murmur as he eats my ass like it’s the most decadent dessert.
“Mm…” Gunnar hums against my skin. “You taste fucking delicious.”
My head falls back, and needy little whimpers fall from my lips as he spits against my opening, circles his finger over the puckered flesh, and slowly pushes in. I know I’m not even being stretched yet, but the way he touches me feels incredible.
Gunnar is by far the best lover I have ever been with. Not only is he a beast when he fucks, but he pays attention, puts my needs ahead of his own, and isn’t overbearing outside the bedroom. It’s something I could easily get used to.
If this doesn’t work out between us, I am screwed. I’m not sure any other man could live up to him. He’s ruining me, and I love it.
Once he’s gotten his fill of teasing me, he stands and moves around the table to my head. He runs his hand over my cheek in a gentle caress that makes me melt inside. Reaching my chin, his touch becomes firmer.
“Open up, baby. Suck me good. Show me how much you want my cock to fill your other hole,” he instructs as he slides his dick into my eager mouth.
Greedily, I slurp him down, immediately taking in two-thirds of his length and sucking it like a juicy popsicle. I take my time and worship his cock properly, licking, sucking, and swirling my tongue. As desperate as I am to be filled, I want to show him how much I want to please him.
His moans and groans are an aphrodisiac that excites me and fuels my hunger for him. When he pushes deeper, I take him to the back of my throat and bob in short strokes that keep his cockhead firmly surrounded. Gunnar’s hands tighten on my head, fisting into my hair instinctively as he groans.
"Uh… uh… uh….” His low grunts and groans come out rhythmically with each of my movements. “Ohhh… fuuuck, Knooox.” His drawn-out pleas are punctuated between each swallow and slurp while he’s sucking in air.
“I need more. Fuck, I have to have more.”
He can’t help but take over, turning the short strokes into longer and rougher ones, fucking my mouth with abandon. I can tell when he lets go and loses himself, giving over to the sensations and the bliss he finds in my mouth.
He uses my mouth hard, fast, and deep. All I can do is hang on as he takes what he wants. I relax completely and give myself over to him. It’s rough, dominating, powerfully erotic, and euphoric.
And I love it.
My whole body is buzzing like a livewire, the building orgasmic energy making my cock like a steel rod standing straight up from my body. It pulses and twitches with each of his thrusts, edging me, keeping me hovering just on the ledge of a blindingly epic orgasm. It’s taking everything I have to hold back and not give in.
There’s something extremely hot when Gunnar tells me when I can come, something I never knew I liked until him.
Gunnar pulls his cock out of my throat and mouth without warning and steps back. “Fuck, baby, it’s too easy to lose myself in you. You drive me wild and turn me into a fucking caveman, but I don’t want to come yet. While that mouth of yours is amazing, I want to mark myself deep inside you.”
At his words, I can’t help but grin. I love that I have that effect on him. Looking down at his cock, it’s glistening and dripping in my thick spit. Then I glance at my own shaft, hard and throbbing for him.
His eyes follow mine as he moves back around the table. Reaching out, he grips and pumps me, making my hips thrust up off the table.
“Mm… it seems you enjoyed that as much as I did. Good, because I plan to repeat that often in the future.”
I can barely make out his words with his hand stroking my dick, but I desperately need to feel him stretch another part of me open. I pull my legs back up to my chest and spread them open wide, leaving me completely exposed to him. “Please, Gunnar, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He moves between my legs. “How hard do you want it?” he asks, swirling his tip over my aching pucker.
“Fuck me like you hate me,” I state, making Gunnar chuckle.
“Nah, baby, I could never do that. Instead, I’m gonna fuck you like I love you,” he says.
The words don’t have time to sink in because he’s quickly breaching me, shoving his perfect cock inside me where I love it the most.
I cry out as exquisite pleasure radiates from my stretched flesh and all throughout my body. I can feel the effects of him in every cell, my entire being alight and burning, yearning for more of him.
“Yes… oh, fuck yes,” I barely get out in a strangled cry.
“You are fucking perfect,” he tells me when he bottoms out.
I need him.
All of him.
I need his mouth.
Reaching for him, he seems to understand what I want and climbs up on the table’s edge. I quickly pull him down for a searing kiss. While we make out, I use my strength to push us further up the table to give him more room, eager to encourage him to keep his body against mine.
Growling a sound of approval into my mouth, he lazily starts to move his hips, rubbing against my prostate from time to time and turning me into a whimpering mess.
“Please, Gunnar, I need more. I need you to pound your cock into me and shatter me. Fucking ruin me,” I tell him.
“I’ll gladly rip you apart, then put you back together, baby,” he says, lifting his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine, then diving his tongue back into my mouth again.
It’s only a brief kiss as he shifts his weight, lifting his head to look into my eyes. His hands travel down the sides of my neck, thumbs grazing over my Adam’s apple until they spread out toward my shoulders.
“I’d do anything for you.” And just like before, I don’t have time to process what he’s said as his hips move back, slamming into me in a rush. My breath is stolen, my mouth hanging wide open, and it’s like I’m flying away. His next thrust has me gasping for air again and my mind rushing back into myself.
At this angle, he nails my prostate with every thrust causing my cock to leak like a fucking sieve. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” I shout continuously. “Please, Gunnar, I can’t hold it anymore. I have to come. Please, Gunnar, may I come?”
He doesn’t answer right away and keeps plowing into me as I wail. A few thrusts later, he growls out, “Yes! Come for me, Knox… come for me.”
His order is clear, and I can’t help but obey. My cock explodes, releasing between our bodies. The slick heat of it slides over us as Gunnar keeps pounding into my spasming channel.
Gunnar groans as I tighten around him, letting out a loud shout of his own as his climax hits. He pummels me with a few more quick thrusts, each shooting a rope of his warm seed deep into my ass.
“Damn, baby.” He braces himself on his forearms. “You undo me every time.”
I chuckle. “Same here… that was hot as fuck.”
Gunner smiles as he pushes his body up, pulls his cock out, and climbs off the table. I can’t help but smile back.
I lean up on my elbows and pat the sturdy table. “Good to know this thing can take our weight and force. I wonder what it would take for us to break it?”
He laughs. “I’m not sure, but I am happy to try whenever you are.”
Gunnar smirks at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and I know it won’t be long until we’re back on here again.
His eyes travel down my body and catch on the cum smeared in my chest hair.
“Stay there for a second. I’ll be right back,” he instructs, disappearing down the hall.
Since my limbs still feel like limp noodles, it’s easy to stay put.
When Gunnar gets back, he has a warm, wet cloth in hand, and he begins to clean me up—first my chest, then my cock, and finally my ass. His thoughtfulness and the tenderness of his touch have my heart melting. Of course, he just has to be the sweetest lover I’ve ever had.
“Come on, sexy,” he says after I’m cleaned up and offers me a hand. “Let’s get to bed.”
I smile and let him guide me to his room, which is already starting to feel like ours. Climbing in together, we are quick to cuddle up.
He feels perfect here in my arms, and I know I’d do damn near anything to keep him.
Now I just have to ensure that tomorrow we catch this son of a bitch who’s trying to hurt me. As soon as that’s settled, we can come up with a plan to deal with Malcolm. Right now, my focus is on keeping Gunnar safe. Because God forbid something happens to him, my brother’s opinion won’t mean shit.
Chapter Twenty-two
Gunnar
My heart is racing as we walk down the trail.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I say, trying not to let on how anxious I feel.
“It really is,” Knox agrees. “We’ll have to come back sometime,” he adds so only I can hear.
“I didn’t realize how busy this trail would be on a Friday morning,” Nixon states through the nearly invisible earpiece we all wear. “It’s going to make today a lot more difficult if the person does show up since we have no idea who we’re looking for.”
The statement doesn’t put my nerves to rest, but I can’t turn back now. I insisted on helping Knox and refuse to turn my back on him.
“Anyone out of the ordinary around?” Knox asks quietly.
“Not that I’ve seen,” Bennett supplies.
“Help!” someone shouts from up ahead, and I immediately race toward the sound, throwing all caution to the wind.
When I get to the end of the trail, there are skid marks in the dirt, and I look over the edge. A young girl with blue hair is lying near the bottom of a small cliff.
“Hold on, I’m coming,” I call out to her.
“Help!” she calls up to me. “I fell down, and I think I broke my ankle.”
I notice tears streaming down her face as I descend over the edge, moving to get to her.
“I’m a doctor,” I tell her for reassurance and carefully maneuver myself down the cliff, thankful it isn’t too steep.
“What’s going on?” I can hear Nixon ask in my ear.
“Get down here now,” Knox communicates back. “Gunnar, stop moving,” he yells at me, and I shoot him a funny look but don’t stop.
It’s literally my job to help in a situation like this. I have no idea why he wouldn’t want me to help. “The cliff isn’t that steep,” I say, wondering if he’s afraid I’ll get hurt. “I’m almost there,” I tell the girl.
“Gunnar!” Knox shouts. “I said fucking stop.” His command is harsh, and I’d be inclined to listen any other time.
With a hop, I land firmly beside the girl, but as I move to check on her, she pulls out a hunting knife and quickly buries it to the hilt in my side before yanking it out again. My hands immediately snap to the wound, now gushing blood, applying as much pressure as I can.
I stumble backward from the impact, my face scrunched in confusion as I gasp. “W-what?”
“I wanted to kill you,” she screams, her attention on the ledge above where Knox is standing. “But it’s kind of more poetic that I’m going to kill your boyfriend since you killed my brother,” she states as she turns, running off.
I barely register the various voices talking in my earpiece. They are a garbled static through the haze setting in. My vision goes spotty as blood pours from me between my fingers, the pressure not enough. My legs buckle beneath me, and I fall to the ground, my knees striking down on the hard earth. The rest of me follows shortly after.
Knox rushes to my side, but keeping my eyes open is getting harder and harder. My eyelids feel heavier with every breath, a tingling sensation washing over me.
“Don’t leave me, baby,” he chokes out, gulping for air.
I can just make out the glint of the tears sliding down his cheeks as the darkness flows in and finally takes over.
Chapter Twenty-three
Knox
Hot tears stream down my face as I yank my sweater off over my head. I press down hard over Gunnar’s wound to try to stop, or at least slow, some of the bleeding.
“An ambulance is on its way,” Nixon tells me when he finally arrives where we are.
“The girl?” I ask, needing to know they caught her.
“She disappeared,” he grunts out. “I guess she knew this place better than we thought.”
“At least we know what she looks like now,” Bennett supplies. “We’ll catch her.”
“We can take it from here,” a voice cuts in, and I realize it’s a paramedic.
When did they get here?
I don’t know how long has passed. I’ve lost all concepts of time and space. It’s been just Gunnar and me here.
In a daze, I try to hurry out of their way so they can save my boyfriend’s life. As they work, all I can do is stare in disbelief.
“Come on, we’ll meet them at the hospital,” Nixon tells me with a grip on my shoulder.
I nod, but everything feels fuzzy.
Nixon steers my body toward the parking lot. Someone else hands me a bottle of water and a towel that I just stare at, not knowing what they’re for.
It’s Bennett who takes them from me again, pulls my hands up, and pours the water over my blood-soaked skin. Seeing Gunnar’s blood all over me brings me back to myself, and I rub my hands together as Bennett keeps the water steady. As soon as I can’t see any trace of blood left, I take the towel from him to dry off. Then I yank off my shirt and use the damp towel to clean my chest as best I can.
Nixon hands me a clean T-shirt that I throw on. It’s like I’m running on autopilot, just simply going through the motions.
Just then, the paramedics reach the lot and hastily load Gunnar into the waiting ambulance. The siren blares to life as soon as the doors shut, and they take off.
“You good to go?” Nixon asks me, his subtle way of seeing if I’m still checked out or if my brain has engaged itself again.
“Yeah, let’s get moving,” is the only answer I need to give.
It doesn’t take us long to arrive at the hospital, and we are directed to the waiting room. All I can do is sit in a hard-ass chair, with Bennett by my side, and wait for news about Gunnar.
Just wait…
… and wait…
… and wait some more.
Nixon left shortly after we arrived to see if Sophy could track down the blue-haired girl. I’m the only one who got a close look at her face, and it would probably be beneficial if I sat down with Sophy’s boyfriend, Slate, since he’s a forensic sketch artist, but there is no way I am leaving the hospital until I know how my boyfriend is.
“What are you doing here?” Malcolm asks, appearing out of nowhere with Mr. and Mrs. Carr behind him. They must have got the call that Gunnar was admitted.
