“Don’t thank me for something I’d do a thousand times over. All you have to do is say the word, baby.”
I lean down, but instead of giving her a kiss on the lips, I nuzzle into her neck and smell her scent one last time. I won’t be beside her today, and she’s on her own. So I try to get my fill before I release her and grab my jeans.
“Saddle up, Violent Violet. It’s your first club hit.”
8
Violet
I’ve been lying in the dirt for the last three hours, and I swear I can still feel Knox’s beard on the insides of my thighs. Jesus, I had no idea orgasms could be like that. Sure I’ve had some before. I thought they were good. Hell, it’s normally my nightly routine to get myself off right before I go to bed, but it’s never been like that. Not even freaking close. It was like my body came alive.
It was a whole new thrill I knew nothing about, and now I think, just like my adrenaline addiction, I’m about to have an orgasm addiction. Is this how people become nymphos? Maybe I could test this out more with Knox. See all the things I’ve been missing. He’s seems like he’s more than willing to oblige. He could teach me all the wonderful things he could do to my body. Maybe I’d even learn a little something for my own nightly routine.
I shake the thought from my head and go back to scanning the crowd, which is what I should be focusing on. Not trying to remember just how many times Knox had made me cum. How his hands felt on my skin. How it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of my taste on him. That all he wanted was just that. Almost like he got off on just getting me off.
There are thousands of people below at the rally, and I still haven’t spotted my target. Worse, we can’t even really be sure he’s down there right now. Cobra’s cell isn’t hitting any tower. The battery is dead, or he’s pulled it from the phone. So Knox says, anyway. I don’t know shit about any of that kind of crap. So I just wait and keep looking, playing the biker version of Where’s Waldo.
I roll my left shoulder, trying to relieve a little bit of strain. I know this is going to be a long day. I can’t be having my muscles tense up on me this early. The sun is already sitting high and beating down on me. I have absolutely no coverage from above.
“How you feeling?” Knox asks into my ear. He stayed down at the camp to do some shit on his computer. See if any of Cobra’s known men were in the area. They were generally close to where he was. Knowing my luck they probably fucking left because I haven’t spotted shit but heavy partying since I got up here. I’m not sure if this is a rally or an orgy. Before last night I would question how people could go at it for hours, but I’m seeing that isn’t so uncommon.
It makes me wonder if Knox has ever gone at it for hours. Been at the rallies with women crawling all over him. That little green monster of jealousy spikes in the back of my mind. I’m not sure if I’m madder at the thought of Knox doing it, or myself for caring.
Worse, if the rumors are true, this thing that happened between Knox and me will never work. Once things are done with us, I’ll have to see this shit all the time. Right in my face. I could barely take it when I thought he’d been with the bartender, and that was before last night. Before I’d let him do things to me I thought I'd never want to do. I don’t want to be the crazy jealous ex. I’d probably end up stabbing someone. That would most definitely get me kicked out of the club.
Now I’m starting to really question everything. It isn’t helping that thinking is all I have to do right now. Recount every little detail of last night over and over again in my head. I should be exhausted from my lack of sleep, but I actually feel the opposite. I could run a freaking marathon right now with everything that’s pumping through me.
“I’m good,” I tell him, though my chest is freakin’ killing me and the ground is fucking freezing, even with the sun beating down on me. I should have practiced sitting still more. I try to go back to when Cas and I did these drills together, how I’d gotten through the hours. It only makes me think that it’s Knox fucking with my head. When I’d been doing those drills, I hadn't even met him yet. He wasn’t clouding my brain like he is now.
“Hmm,” he mumbles back, and the line goes quiet for a few moments. The silence stretches longer than I like. As much as I want to push Knox away, I want him to keep talking. “What made you want to be a part of the club?” he finally asks, as if he can hear my silent plea.
I’m starting to think he can read my thoughts. Last night when I couldn’t get there, he knew what I needed. He pulled me on top of him and let me have control. I didn’t even know why I couldn’t get there. I was so close, yet so far from cumming, but somehow he knew. He’s reading me better than I can read myself, which is fucking scary as shit. He sees me a little too well.