Knox's Stand

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.