Jewell immediately started taking off her pants. As soon as she was undressed, Knox lifted her, tossing her onto the bed.
Jewell was just what he needed right now to burn off his frustration of being stupid enough to touch Sam, for being caught up in her murder, and just now, having to take shit in front of everyone when he knew he was a fuck-up. She immediately went into the position she knew he preferred, climbing onto the bed on her knees.
Knox thrust his cock high inside her with one lunge of his hips and she released a small scream at his entry.
“Be quiet.” Knox gave her his command and Jewell obeyed, going silent; the only sound in the room was the sound of their bodies as they slapped together while he rode out his passion on her willing body.
Jewell, other than Sam, was the only woman he had found who could take his sexual drive. The other women he had discovered each and everyone’s turn on and none had been into his way of rough and ready. It didn’t make them less attractive to him; he would just pick the one to suit the mood he was in. He was in the mood now to burn out some frustration and Jewell was the best choice for that.
Smacking her ass, he let himself thrust higher within her, hearing her moans of pleasure. Smacking her ass again, he ground his cock into her, making sure his piercing rubbed against her g-spot. She went off like a rocket and Knox had to hold her up by her hips while he continued thrusting. Feeling his own orgasm approaching, he thrust faster to bring his own self over, spilling into the condom he had put on before entering her.
“Damn, Knox.” Jewell lay against his chest, breathing hard. “I missed you.”
Knox smiled, rolling her to his side. “You mean you missed my cock.” He lay on his side, pulling her to the curve of his body, grasping her breast and playing with her nipple.
“You want me to leave so you can get some sleep?” Jewell offered.
Jewell and Evie usually ended up sleeping most nights in either his or Rider’s bed.
“No, stay. I’m only going to take a cat nap. When I wake up, I plan to fuck you again.”
“Okay.” Knox dozed off with Jewel’s naked body close.
When he woke up, he would wake her for another round; this one more intense because he wouldn’t be tired. Jewel knew, which was why she hadn’t wanted to leave.
* * *
Diamond let herself into her apartment. Taking off her heels at the doorway, her feet sunk into the plush white carpet as she dropped her briefcase onto the table beside the door. Sighing, she went into her living room and plopped down onto her leather couch. The soft material felt good against her skin.
Thinking about Knox’s case, she put up her feet, relaxing as her mind played back the events that had led up to Samantha Bedford’s murder. Knox had said that she had driven by and seen his crashed bike. He was in a neighborhood that wasn’t well traveled, but it was used as a shortcut to a road that led out of town towards The Last Riders’ clubhouse. It explained why Knox was there, but why Sam?
Standing up to get her briefcase, she returned to the couch and began going through the information she had already gathered on Samantha.
That neighborhood had houses that were in the older part of town; cross-referencing her notes, she noticed Samantha’s grandmother, Mrs. Langley, lived not far from where Knox had crashed; her home was only a block away. Diamond got to her feet, fixing herself a quick meal which she ate while planning her next course of action. Making several phone calls, she sat up quite a few appointments for the next day.
Finally with her plans in motion, she went to her bedroom. Gathering her nightclothes she went into the bathroom, filled up her tub with hot water and then sank into the deep warmth, letting her remaining tension evaporate. This was the perfect ending to her long day. Diamond had no doubt in her mind how Knox would be celebrating his release, the only question was with who and how many.
Turning her thoughts away from him, she thought about stopping by her mother’s house in the next few days. It had been a while since she’d visited, and taking this case had caused her to think more and more about her family. Sex Piston would invariably show up at some time during the visit, though; no matter how hard Diamond tried to dodge her. It would always piss of Diamond because she was an irritant. She would consistently start an argument and her mother always took Sex Piston’s side, which never made for an easy visit.
Sex Piston thought Diamond was a stuck-up bitch, and Diamond thought Sex Piston was a slut. From the time they were children, they had always fought. They were the complete opposites; where Diamond hated the biker lifestyle they had been raised in, Sex Piston loved the freedom and don’t-give-a-shit attitude that was so much a part of the Destructors that their father had been President over until he had recently stepped down.
It disgusted Diamond that her sister took sex as casually as their father did. Sex Piston and her boyfriend, Ace, had continuously had an on-and-off relationship for years. They would break up when they had an itch to scratch with someone else then, when that lust-fest was over, they would end up back together. It was the same stunt their father would pull when they were growing up except he hadn’t broken up with their mother, he had simply cheated on her behind her back.
At one time Diamond had worshiped her father as much as Sex Piston, if not more. She had loved both of her parents and was close to her mother, but her father had been her hero. No one could beat him; he was a strong, silent man, but when he took action, everyone watched themselves. She would run to him when he would come home from work; Diamond still remembered him lifting her from her feet and tossing her up in the air to be caught. Laughing, she would hug his thick neck. “I love you, Daddy,” she would say.
That had come to an end the day she had been beaten up at school from someone mad at Sex Piston. Instead of walking the two blocks to her home as she was supposed to, she had run off before Sex Piston could appear and gone to her father’s clubhouse to cry on his shoulder.
It had taken over an hour to walk there. She still remembered how tired she had been and how sore she was from the other girl’s fists when she had reached the clubhouse. A new probate was outside watching the door and she had known he wouldn’t let her in to see her father. Not wanting to embarrass him by showing up in front of his friends with a black eye, she had sneaked around back and climbed in through a window that was broken. She had heard her father telling someone to get it fixed, thankfully they hadn’t and Diamond managed to wiggle through.
She had searched the house that had appeared mainly empty, but she had seen her father’s bike out front, therefore she knew he was there somewhere. Hearing sounds from the front room, Diamond went down the hallway and peeked around the corner. There she had found two other men in the room with her father as well as a woman lying on the pool table. One of the men was slamming his thing into her as another man sucked on her breasts. Her father had merely watched without touching the woman.
Diamond turned away, embarrassed, yet she hesitated as the man who was having sex with the woman groaned and pulled out of her. That was when Diamond had gotten her first glance at a man’s penis, watching as he pulled something off it and threw it into a trashcan. With her eyes on the startling first look, she had missed her father unzipping his own jeans and placing a condom on. Diamond’s attention was drawn back when the woman moaned.
Jewell was just what he needed right now to burn off his frustration of being stupid enough to touch Sam, for being caught up in her murder, and just now, having to take shit in front of everyone when he knew he was a fuck-up. She immediately went into the position she knew he preferred, climbing onto the bed on her knees.
Knox thrust his cock high inside her with one lunge of his hips and she released a small scream at his entry.
“Be quiet.” Knox gave her his command and Jewell obeyed, going silent; the only sound in the room was the sound of their bodies as they slapped together while he rode out his passion on her willing body.
Jewell, other than Sam, was the only woman he had found who could take his sexual drive. The other women he had discovered each and everyone’s turn on and none had been into his way of rough and ready. It didn’t make them less attractive to him; he would just pick the one to suit the mood he was in. He was in the mood now to burn out some frustration and Jewell was the best choice for that.
Smacking her ass, he let himself thrust higher within her, hearing her moans of pleasure. Smacking her ass again, he ground his cock into her, making sure his piercing rubbed against her g-spot. She went off like a rocket and Knox had to hold her up by her hips while he continued thrusting. Feeling his own orgasm approaching, he thrust faster to bring his own self over, spilling into the condom he had put on before entering her.
“Damn, Knox.” Jewell lay against his chest, breathing hard. “I missed you.”
Knox smiled, rolling her to his side. “You mean you missed my cock.” He lay on his side, pulling her to the curve of his body, grasping her breast and playing with her nipple.
“You want me to leave so you can get some sleep?” Jewell offered.
Jewell and Evie usually ended up sleeping most nights in either his or Rider’s bed.
“No, stay. I’m only going to take a cat nap. When I wake up, I plan to fuck you again.”
“Okay.” Knox dozed off with Jewel’s naked body close.
When he woke up, he would wake her for another round; this one more intense because he wouldn’t be tired. Jewel knew, which was why she hadn’t wanted to leave.
* * *
Diamond let herself into her apartment. Taking off her heels at the doorway, her feet sunk into the plush white carpet as she dropped her briefcase onto the table beside the door. Sighing, she went into her living room and plopped down onto her leather couch. The soft material felt good against her skin.
Thinking about Knox’s case, she put up her feet, relaxing as her mind played back the events that had led up to Samantha Bedford’s murder. Knox had said that she had driven by and seen his crashed bike. He was in a neighborhood that wasn’t well traveled, but it was used as a shortcut to a road that led out of town towards The Last Riders’ clubhouse. It explained why Knox was there, but why Sam?
Standing up to get her briefcase, she returned to the couch and began going through the information she had already gathered on Samantha.
That neighborhood had houses that were in the older part of town; cross-referencing her notes, she noticed Samantha’s grandmother, Mrs. Langley, lived not far from where Knox had crashed; her home was only a block away. Diamond got to her feet, fixing herself a quick meal which she ate while planning her next course of action. Making several phone calls, she sat up quite a few appointments for the next day.
Finally with her plans in motion, she went to her bedroom. Gathering her nightclothes she went into the bathroom, filled up her tub with hot water and then sank into the deep warmth, letting her remaining tension evaporate. This was the perfect ending to her long day. Diamond had no doubt in her mind how Knox would be celebrating his release, the only question was with who and how many.
Turning her thoughts away from him, she thought about stopping by her mother’s house in the next few days. It had been a while since she’d visited, and taking this case had caused her to think more and more about her family. Sex Piston would invariably show up at some time during the visit, though; no matter how hard Diamond tried to dodge her. It would always piss of Diamond because she was an irritant. She would consistently start an argument and her mother always took Sex Piston’s side, which never made for an easy visit.
Sex Piston thought Diamond was a stuck-up bitch, and Diamond thought Sex Piston was a slut. From the time they were children, they had always fought. They were the complete opposites; where Diamond hated the biker lifestyle they had been raised in, Sex Piston loved the freedom and don’t-give-a-shit attitude that was so much a part of the Destructors that their father had been President over until he had recently stepped down.
It disgusted Diamond that her sister took sex as casually as their father did. Sex Piston and her boyfriend, Ace, had continuously had an on-and-off relationship for years. They would break up when they had an itch to scratch with someone else then, when that lust-fest was over, they would end up back together. It was the same stunt their father would pull when they were growing up except he hadn’t broken up with their mother, he had simply cheated on her behind her back.
At one time Diamond had worshiped her father as much as Sex Piston, if not more. She had loved both of her parents and was close to her mother, but her father had been her hero. No one could beat him; he was a strong, silent man, but when he took action, everyone watched themselves. She would run to him when he would come home from work; Diamond still remembered him lifting her from her feet and tossing her up in the air to be caught. Laughing, she would hug his thick neck. “I love you, Daddy,” she would say.
That had come to an end the day she had been beaten up at school from someone mad at Sex Piston. Instead of walking the two blocks to her home as she was supposed to, she had run off before Sex Piston could appear and gone to her father’s clubhouse to cry on his shoulder.
It had taken over an hour to walk there. She still remembered how tired she had been and how sore she was from the other girl’s fists when she had reached the clubhouse. A new probate was outside watching the door and she had known he wouldn’t let her in to see her father. Not wanting to embarrass him by showing up in front of his friends with a black eye, she had sneaked around back and climbed in through a window that was broken. She had heard her father telling someone to get it fixed, thankfully they hadn’t and Diamond managed to wiggle through.
She had searched the house that had appeared mainly empty, but she had seen her father’s bike out front, therefore she knew he was there somewhere. Hearing sounds from the front room, Diamond went down the hallway and peeked around the corner. There she had found two other men in the room with her father as well as a woman lying on the pool table. One of the men was slamming his thing into her as another man sucked on her breasts. Her father had merely watched without touching the woman.
Diamond turned away, embarrassed, yet she hesitated as the man who was having sex with the woman groaned and pulled out of her. That was when Diamond had gotten her first glance at a man’s penis, watching as he pulled something off it and threw it into a trashcan. With her eyes on the startling first look, she had missed her father unzipping his own jeans and placing a condom on. Diamond’s attention was drawn back when the woman moaned.
