Fuel and Fire

CHAPTER 5

The second Knox parked outside Devil’s Hollow again and I realized bringing me back here after kissing me in his truck probably meant something a hell of a lot bigger in biker world than it did in mine.

And judging by the way everyone stared when we walked inside together and I was absolutely right.

Music blasted through the clubhouse while smoke curled beneath neon lights and conversations immediately slowed when Knox rested his hand against my lower back guiding me through the crowd.

Crow nearly choked on his beer.

“Well, I’ll be damned. President finally got laid.” He muttered loudly.

“Shut the f**k up.” Knox replied instantly.

Torch barked out laughter while Roman looked up from the bar with narrowed eyes.

Then several women sitting near the pool tables noticed me.

Specifically noticing Knox touching me. And suddenly the atmosphere shifted hard.

“Seriously?” A blonde tramp wearing shorts small enough to classify as criminal rolled her eyes dramatically.

“He brings her upstairs after one f*****g diner shift?” Another girl muttered.

“Your fan club seems upset.” I said looking toward Knox.

“They’ll survive.” He said.

“That sounds optimistic.” I said.

Knox’s hand stayed against my back while he led me toward the stairs and honestly the attention crawled across my skin felt weird as hell.

Not scary. Just intense. Like everybody inside this place suddenly viewed me differently.

Before we could make it upstairs a woman with dark curls and tattooed arms stepped directly into our path while crossing her arms.

Her name was Marisol and I recognized her from earlier in the night.

She was Heath’s old lady, one of the Devil’s Hollow’s enforcers, and judging by the expression on her face she definitely wasn’t intimidated easily.

“So, this is Maze.” She said moving her eyes over me carefully.

“Last time I checked.” I said.

“Cute.” Marisol smirked.

“Mari.” Knox sighed.

“No. I wanna know if she’s another screaming headache like Sabrina.” She replied while keeping her eyes on me.

“That depends. You planning on throwing drinks at me too?” I answered calmly.

Torch made a choking noise somewhere behind us while Crow started laughing immediately.

“You got balls.” Marisol said eyes narrowed slightly with amusement instead of anger.

“I’ve also got excellent aim with pie.” I said and that earned an actual laugh from her.

“Alright. Maybe you’ll survive around here after all.” She admitted.

“If she punched Sabrina, I already like her.” Another woman said beside the bar as she lifted her beer.

“Same.” Another old lady said.

The tramps looked significantly less thrilled by this development.

One of them glared opening while muttering something under her breath about waitresses, and honestly, I was about three seconds from starting another fight before Knox leaned closer.

“Ignore them.” He said.

“I could also emotionally devastate them for fun.” I said.

“That too.” He said as his mouth twitched.

“You better not f**k her over.” Marisol said pointed toward me while looking at Knox.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Knox said as his expression turned serious.

Something about the way he said it made heat crawl into my chest again.

God. This man was becoming a problem.

Knox finally guided my upstairs toward a hallway overlooking the clubhouse floor below and the noise softened slightly once he opened the last door at the end.

His room was simple with dark walls and heavy wooden furniture.

A pistol was sitting casually on the nightstand like that was something normal.

“You decorate like a man who threatens people professionally.” I said looking around.

“You nervous?” Knox asked shitting the door behind us.

“A little.” I said honestly as I turned to look at him.

His eyes stayed locked on mine while he stepped closer slowly.

“You can leave whenever you want Maze.” He said.

The fact that he gave me the option instead of assuming anything somehow made me want him more. Which felt unfair.

“I don’t wanna leave.” I admitted quietly.

Knox touched my jaw carefully while his thumb brushed the scratch across my cheek and tension snapped hard between us instantly.

Then he kissed me again. Harder this time.

My hands grabbed his shirt while his fingers slid into my hair and the slow burn between us from the diner and parking lot finally exploded completely.

I moved my hands down and grabbed the bottom of Knox’s shirt and I pulled it up over his head.

Knox grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head before leaning around and unclasping my bra. I wrapped my arms around Knox’s waist as he leaned down and started kissing me again.

He moved his hands further down as he was undoing my pants and he pushed them down, as I helped him kicking them off and discarding them on the floor.

Knox started slowly walking forward which meant I was walking backward and he gently pushed me backwards on the bed.

He stood over the bed staring at me as he undid his own pants and he pushed them down to the floor before he climbed onto the bed and leaned over me kissing me again.

He started moving his hands all over my body and he started kneading my breast for a moment before he moved his hand moved even further down.

He stopped at my entrance and started rubbing up and down my slit before he pushed one finger inside of me as he started rubbing my c**t with his thumb.

I started moaning into Knox’s mouth as he was still kissing me as he pushed a second finger inside me.

I ran my hands through Knox’s hair as I arched my back off the bed.

Knox started pushing his fingers in and out of me even faster until I was getting extremely wet before he pulled his fingers out.

Knox pulled back from me for a second as he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom out before putting it on.

When he leaned back over me he grabbed one of my hands with his hand and held it above my head as his other hand guided himself toward my entrance before pushing himself all the way in.

I let out a loud moan and Knox stayed still for a moment to let me get used to his size and girth before he started slowly moving in and out of me.

I wrapped my arms around his back as I started digging my fingernails into his skin and he started kissing me down my jaw and down my neck before finding his way back to my mouth.

It wasn’t long before I put my hands on Knox’s chest and I pushed him off me and onto his back while I climbed on top and pushed his c**k back inside of me.

I sat up while grinding on top of Knox while he lifted his hips off the bed and he pushed his head back into the pillow even harder while he started moaning.

“Oh f**k yeah.” He moaned as he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around me.

I kept moving my hips to his rhythm and pretty soon I felt myself starting to get goosebumps all over my skin as I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

Knox started moving a little fast and he leaned down and started sucking on my breast and n****e before I finally felt my orgasm rip through me in tidelwaves.

A couple more thrusts inside me and Knox came as well before he laid back with me laying on top of him.

I tried to move but he wrapped his arms around me so I couldn’t and I laid there on top of him with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The next morning sunlight cut through the curtains way too early while my entire body felt warm and heavy beneath Knox’s sheets and for one blissfully peaceful second I forgot where I was.

Then male voices shouted downstairs. Right. I was at the biker clubhouse.

I groaned while sitting up slowly and Knox glanced at me from the edge of the bed where he pulled his jeans on.

“You alive?” He asked.

“Debatable.” I said.

“Coffee downstairs.” He said as a small smile appeared on his face.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” I said.

The awkwardness hit sometime around the moment I realized I was wearing one of Knox’s shirts while standing int he president of an outlaw biker gang’s bedroom.

Which honestly sounded insane when phrased that way.

“You staring at me because I looked hot or because you regret your choices?” I asked.

“Neither.” He said stepping closer while adjusting the chain on his wallet.

“Comforting.” He said.

His hand settled briefly against my hip before someone downstairs yelled loudly enough to shake the walls.

“Church in ten.” The man yelled.

“Stay up here.” Knox sighed.

“That sounded suspicious.” I said narrowing my eyes.

“Club business.” He said.

“That definitely means suspicious.” I said.

“Maze.” Knox said grabbing his cut from the chair nearby.

“What?” I asked.

“Stay upstairs.” He said.

“Fine.” I said rolling my eyes dramatically.

He kissed my forehead once before leaving the room and honestly that tiny gesture hit me harder than the s*x somehow.

Which was probably concerning. About fifteen minutes later boredom won. Naturally.

I wandered downstairs quietly while voices echoed through the hallway near the back rooms and I followed them mostly because curiosity was apparently going to get me murdered someday.

The hallway ended beside an open storage room and I froze. I saw weapons. Rows and rows of weapons.

Crates filled the room while rifles lined metal racks against the walls and stacks of ammunition boxes sat beside tables covered in paperwork and shipping manifests.

This wasn’t biker cosplay bullshit. This was serious and illegal and dangerous.

Devil’s Hollow wasn’t just loud motorcycles and bar fights. These men moved weapons and a voice behind me spoke quietly.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Knox said as I turned around quickly but he was just standing there watching me carefully.

Neither of us spoke for a second and then Knox stepped closer slowly.

“You can still walk away from this.” He said calmly.

I looked back toward the weapons room before meeting his eyes again.

“You think I scare easy?” I asked.

“No. That’s the problem.” He admitted.

Before I could answer shouting suddenly exploded downstairs.

Heavy footsteps thundered through the clubhouse while Roman’s voice echoed sharply.

“Black Reapers hit the gun run.” Roman yelled.