Knox’s Stand
(The Last Riders, #3)
by
Jamie Begley
Copyright © 2013 by Jamie Begley
Published by Young Ink Press, LLC
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Prologue
He pounded into the woman underneath him hard, knowing that was exactly how she liked to be fucked. Her loud moan bugged the hell out of him as it reminded him of who he was fucking and the bed banged against the wall while he gave her every bit of his cock. She had always been one of the few women that could take his length comfortably without bitching that he was too big.
Hell, he was a big man. Why they always thought that he would have an average dick was beyond his understanding.
Gripping her under her knees he spread her thighs wider, thrusting high within her hot pussy. Letting himself go, he pounded his condom covered cock inside her.
Knox jerked away when she tried to draw his head down to kiss her. That shit wasn’t going to happen. He never kissed, and he certainly wasn’t about to put his tongue in this bitch’s mouth.
She arched her hips, taking all of his cock while she gripped his ass, pulling him closer. His lust rising, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he felt the first spasms of her orgasm.
“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me!” Knox put his hand over her mouth when she started screaming like a bitch in heat, which was what she was, but Knox knew the thin walls of the cheap motel wouldn’t prevent the other guests in the connecting room from hearing.
He didn’t want anyone to know that he was fucking the bitch. His brothers from The Last Riders would be furious he had taken a dip in this particular hole. Hell, he was furious at himself for giving into her wanton enticement.
“Dammit, Sam. Quit biting my fucking hand!” Knox jerked his hand away from her vicious teeth.
“Then move it.” Her face stared up at him in triumph.
“Quit screaming then. Someone’s going to call the fucking cops.”
“Worried someone will find out your fucking me, Knox?”
There wasn’t a chance of that, he thought. She would make sure she spread the news of his lapse in judgment all over town. Dammit, he was mad as hell at himself. If he hadn’t swerved to miss an animal on the ride through Treepoint, he wouldn’t have crashed his bike into a fucking tree. The brothers were never going to let him live it down. His bike had been trashed. He had called Viper, however it had gone to voicemail. Therefore, when Sam had pulled up in her fancy car that he knew better than to get into, he’d climbed in anyway to wait for Viper’s call.
It had taken her all of five minutes to have his cock in her mouth. He’d called himself a dumb fuck as her tongue played with his dick, yet she had been able to convince him to go back to her hotel room. Now he simply wanted to finish and get the hell out before Viper and his brothers found out and he got an ass reaming.
Sam’s moans grew louder and Knox decided to bring an end to this clusterfuck. Biting down on her nipple, he used his teeth to give her that bite of pain she needed to bring her over. Thrusting even harder, he adjusted himself so that the piercing on his cock would rub the inside of her pussy with each stroke. The maneuver gave him the bite of pain he needed.
If she wasn’t such a bitch, they would have made the perfect match. Both of them enjoyed sex that held an edge of pain. Nothing drastic, he wasn’t into sadism, however he did enjoy something that made him feel the pain. That was why he had the piercings, which he’d had long enough now to know how to use to their best advantage, both for the women he was fucking and himself.
His tightening balls were warning him that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Jerking her legs up until they were folded by her ribs with her feet dug into the mattress, giving him the leverage he needed, he stroked inside her until he felt her climax against his cock. When he could tell she was almost finished riding it out, he finally allowed himself to come, his cock jerking inside of her as it brought her into another screaming climax.
Could the bitch get any louder? Knox questioned himself again on his stupidity.
He didn’t allow himself to relax as soon as his climax played out. He was climbing off the now content woman he despised. Pulling off the used condom, he threw it into the trashcan conveniently by the bed then jerked on his jeans, shoving his traitorous dick inside before buttoning it closed.
“What’s the rush?” Knox looked up to see her lying still sprawled on the bed.
“I have to get my bike taken care of before the cops come by and tow it off.”
His cell phone rang. Picking it up, Knox saw it was Viper returning his call. Now he calls, Knox thought in self-disgust.
“What’s up?” Viper’s cool voice on the phone made Knox even more furious at himself for betraying the club’s decision not to have any contact with Samantha.
When the president of The Last Rider’s found out who he had spent the last few hours fucking, Knox was going to get his ass kicked. Sam was responsible for attacking Viper’s fiancée and almost getting two other women raped, who also belonged to two of The Last Riders. Sam was lucky she was still breathing.
The only reason she had been left untouched was because the men didn’t want to hurt a woman. They had left that side of things to the women in the club. Evie, the leader among the women, was waiting for the opportunity to deal with the lying woman. Sam had tried to blackmail Viper by telling him the child she had was his murdered brother’s child. Winter, Viper’s fiancée, had found out that his brother had never touched the underage, lying bitch.
“Crashed my bike on Maple. I need the trailer and a ride,” Knox answered his President.
“I’ll send Rider. Give him twenty. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
“Good, see you when you get back to the house.” Viper disconnected the call.
Knox put the phone back in his pocket before sitting down on the side of the bed to put on his boots. Sam came up behind him, circling his neck with her arms.
“Come on, Knox. When is one time ever enough for you?”
Knox stood up, shrugging her arms off him. Picking up his t-shirt off the floor, he put it on before turning back to Sam.
“Why are you staying here, Sam?”
A hateful look came over her face. “Since Slot and Tank have disappeared, I don’t have anywhere to stay. The Blue Horsemen don’t want me near them because they don’t want trouble with Viper. The Last Riders won’t let me crash there so I don’t have many choices left. The courts have seized all my dad’s properties because of the money he’s stolen.”
“Your grandmother would let you stay with her. You have a choice, Sam,” Knox said, not feeling any sympathy
for the woman.
“Stay with her? Hell, I’d rather stay here. I’d give the old bitch a heart attack if I brought someone home to fuck.”
Knox stared at the hard-hearted woman. How she could call her sweet grandmother a bitch beat the hell out of him.
“Gotta go; Rider will be waiting.”
“Don’t you want me to drive you?” Samantha asked, though she made no effort to get out of the messed up bed.
Let Rider see he had screwed up before he could tell Viper? Hell no. “It’s not far. I can walk. No sense in you getting out.” Knox walked to the door.
“See you around,” Sam called out as he opened the door.
Knox turned around, about to say something nasty, but controlled his tongue. He had just fucked her. His dick hadn’t cared that everyone in the club hated the woman; it was his own fault he had screwed up. He didn’t have a right to open his mouth now.
Shutting the door behind him, he walked through the empty parking lot. It had become dark since he and Sam had come to the motel. He thought he saw a movement to his left, pausing momentarily and seeing nothing, he continued. Rider was going to be pissed if he kept him waiting too much longer.
When he arrived back to where he’d left his bike, Rider was already there waiting.
“Where in the fuck have you been?”
“You don’t want to know,” Knox said, moving forward to help Rider load his bike onto the trailer. “You going to be able to fix it?” he asked after the bike was loaded and they stood back surveying the damage.
“The front wheel is a mess, but I can bang it out.” They both climbed into the truck to head back to the clubhouse. Rider cast him a sharp look as he pulled out.
“So where were you?” Rider asked.
Knox leaned back against the seat.
“Making the biggest mistake of my life,” Knox said.
Chapter One
“Case dismissed” Judge Creech slammed down the gavel and the crowded courtroom began to empty.
“Thanks, Ms. Richards.” Diamond turned to the spoiled man standing by her side.
“Don’t thank me. If you get caught driving drunk again, lose my number. My bill will be in the mail.” Diamond began putting her papers back into her briefcase, angry at herself for taking Luke Baxter’s case in the first place. Her brief foray into criminal justice was as bad as she had feared it would be. She hated defending clients that were guilty as hell but had the money to afford her fee.
Sighing, Diamond put her regrets behind her, knowing this case would take care of several outstanding bills and give her some breathing room for a couple of weeks. Treepoint might be small, however it had an abundance of lawyers, each competing for clients.
When her bills came due, she had a choice of either beginning to take cases like Luke’s or become an ambulance chaser. She had picked the lesser of two evils, but she was beginning to doubt herself when she saw Luke cockily leave the courtroom. The dumbass is probably heading to the closest watering hole to celebrate.
“Want to grab some lunch?” Diamond smiled as Caleb Green came to stand next to her as she snapped her briefcase closed.
“Consorting with the enemy?” she asked the assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney.
“We could never be enemies, Di.” Although he had been flirting with her the last couple of months, she had yet to accept one of the many dinner invitations he had issued. Caleb was good looking, always impeccably dressed and he was a constant gentleman, opening and closing doors for her.
She didn’t know why she wasn’t attracted to him, but she wasn’t. He had the same attitude as several of the men she had dated in the past; perhaps she was simply saving herself the inevitable heartbreak in becoming involved in yet another relationship that had the same markings of failure.
“So, do you want to grab some lunch?” Caleb asked again, holding the door to the courtroom open as they walked through it into the busy hallway.
“Sounds good, I’m starved.” Diamond felt his eyes running over her body, but refused to let it bother her. She was tall at five-nine and wasn’t model thin. She had learned long ago that she was never going to be skinny with her love of cooking and food. Diamond liked to think of herself as curvy, not fat, and from the way Caleb was eyeing her breasts under the demur blouse she was wearing, she thought he would agree with that assessment.
Walking across the street once they were outside, they entered the diner to find it packed. It was the lunch hour and the diner had good food, therefore it took several minutes before Caleb managed to snag them a table.
Taking their seats, they sat down across from each other. Diamond picked up the menu to study it while Caleb ordered drinks for both of them.
Trying to decide between the fried chicken or a healthy salad, she wasn’t paying attention to the other customers in the restaurant when Caleb’s low voice drew her eyes away from the menu, “I see one of your former clients is here.”
“Who?” Diamond asked, looking up from the menu.
“Winter Simmons. She’s sitting over there in the corner with that biker gang she runs around with now.”
“It’s not a gang, it’s a motorcycle club,” Diamond corrected.
“There’s a difference?” Caleb asked snidely.
Diamond gave him a sharp look. “Yes, there a difference.” Diamond made herself take a deep breath, calming herself against Caleb’s prejudice.
It was exactly because of the same ill-informed prejudices that her childhood had been made miserable. As she had grown older, she had placed distance between herself and her parents’ club. Her parents had been together for almost thirty-five years, and while she did not agree with their lifestyle, neither did she call it something it wasn’t. She had been raised with the motorcycle club, learning the hard way of the contempt that people viewed them with.
When she had graduated college she had moved back home, but grew tired of the judgmental attitude of everyone who was aware of her parents’ connection to the Destructors. Especially since the club made regular use of her services without paying for them, and becoming a regular pain in her ass, Diamond had decided to move to Treepoint. She had wanted a fresh start, yet still be close enough to visit her mother.
Caleb gave her an inquiring look as the waitress arrived to take their order, diverting his attention from questioning her any further. Aware of Caleb’s judgmental personality, she ordered the chicken salad and sat back in her chair, unhappily staring at the nearby diner’s plates of fried chicken and biscuits, not surprised when he ordered a salad for himself. She was a better judge of character than he was, Diamond thought.
Her eyes surveyed the room, going to Winter Simmons’ table, who had been a client of Diamond’s only two months ago. Her fiancé, Viper, the president of The Last Riders, was sitting next to her at the largest table in the diner. Diamond also recognized Evie and Bliss, who had been at the school board meeting where she had represented Winter to regain her job as a high school principal.
Winter was very attractive and her face glowed with happiness. The two other women at the table were knockouts as well. Evie was a brunette who carried sexy easily while Bliss was neither too large nor too small. She was perfect from her sultry face to her short, spiked blond hair in a large over-sized t-shirt that said ‘bite me’. The t-shirt was low cut and displayed the curves of her firm breasts. Both women were sitting on each side of the huge, completely bald man sitting at the table. She had seen him the day she had met Winter at the clubhouse of The Last Riders for the first time.
He had come down the steps from the upper floor, entering the huge living room of the clubhouse with two women. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt, showing his huge, muscular chest. The two women he had entered the room with had been scantily clad, just wearing t-shirts. It had been obvious to her what the three had been doing upstairs. It had been like stepping back in time to her childhood, seeing the same crap that had been going on in her parents’ motorcycle club.
 
; Diamond started to turn her eyes away when they were caught and held by the large man sandwiched between the two women. A spark of desire struck her; she had always been attracted to large men since she herself was so tall. Unfortunately, they always were drawn to the little delicate ones that were sitting next to him. Self-disgust with herself had her giving the staring man a look of contempt. A lot like the one she had worn when she had been angry with Caleb moments before.
Angry at her knee-jerk reaction to an unwanted attraction, she shifted her gaze back to Caleb, trying to divert herself from the scrutiny she still felt on her. She began discussing the case they had just fought over while putting the large group out of her mind. It wasn’t easy; they were a boisterous group and Diamond was relieved when they stood up to leave the restaurant.
Her relief was short lived as the group made their way to her table. She could tell from Caleb’s expression he wasn’t pleased when they stopped at their table.
“Hello, Ms. Richards. How are you doing?” Winter asked curiously, looking at Caleb.
Diamond gave Winter her patented, lukewarm smile. “I’m fine, and you?”
“I’m doing well. I’m enjoying my new school.” Winter gave her a smile in return, however Diamond could tell that the intelligent woman hadn’t missed the snub of not being introduced to Caleb. Hell, Diamond was doing her a favor, but Winter had probably taken it as an insult.
“I’m glad you were able to work things out with the school board.” Diamond had been relieved that both Winter and the school board managed to work out an agreement. Winter had fought the school system to keep her job, and while not retaining her position as the principal of the local high school, the school board had agreed she would be acceptable to replace the one that needed to retire at the alternative school.
“It’s good seeing you again.” Diamond gave her another cool smile. This time, The Last Riders got the message. They all stiffened while Viper gave her a hard look at her snub of his fiancée. Winter didn’t let it faze her, merely ignoring their angry glares.