Page 28 of Knox

I look at the large digital clock on the wall above the wall of mirrors. It reads 20:06 in large red numbers. It’s Roman’s late night at the store; he’ll be locking up and be here in about ten minutes. That’s not enough time to work through any shit Maddox is going to throw at me. As much as I want to say no, to not look back, I need to see if we can start afresh and learn if we can be friends.

He’s still waiting for me to answer.

“Okay. But not here. Roman is due here any time now; I want him to hear this too,” I tell him. Just then, I look over his shoulder, and love and desire fill me as Roman comes in, his eyes already locked on mine, and his sexy smile has a dimple popping out. “He’s here.”

“You love him,” Maddox says, matter of factly, but his eyes tell a different story. He’s envious. But is it because he wants Roman or just the chance to find his person.

“I do, and for some strange reason, he feels the same way.”

Roman is weaving through the machines to get to us. His smiled fades when he sees who I’m standing with. “What’s going on,” he asks, then drops a kiss on my surprised lips.

“Maddox wants to tell us his story. And how he ended up here.” I don’t lower my voice; I want all of this to be heard by Maddox. I’m not keeping any secrets. “It’s going to include the worst parts of my time in foster care. Are you sure you want to hear that.”

Roman takes his time to answer. “I love you, Knox. I’m not going anywhere. Tell me as much or as little as you want.” He thinks again. “Maybe tonight isn’t a good idea; why don’t we have tonight for us, for you to take a breather before you travel back down a road you never wanted to see again.”

I nod. I’m so lucky to have this amazing man; he just gets me. All of me. “I could tell you some of it tonight, then you can ask any questions, without it being difficult.”

“After I’ve taken my time with you. I have a plan.” He grins at me and squeezes my arse.

I turn back to Maddox and catch a look on his face I doubt he wants me to see. It is lust, desire, and need. This is interesting, maybe what he saw of me and Roman has had more of an effect than I thought. To me, he was just watching sex, to him it was something he wanted to be included in. I’ll have to tell Roman. Did he see it as well?

“Yeah, okay. I think we can do that. We could meet somewhere tomorrow and get some dinner, get to know each other before we dig up a nasty part of our lives.”

“I’d like that, where do you want to meet?”

“The King’s Head. It’s on the same road as Saint’s studio. I can be there by eight-thirty. I’ll book a table, it gets busy.”

“Thanks, Knox. I’m so pleased you got what you deserve: a family that loves you.” He squeezes my shoulder and heads to the weight section.

“Come on, babe. I need to shut down my computer, then we can go home.” I take Roman’s hand, walking us to my office.

“You handled that really well,” Roman praises me. “It can’t have been easy.”

I think about it and the way I’ve been feeling since Maddox showed up in my life. The confusion and conflict that’s been on my mind. Maybe, it will be better to hear it. “Honestly, it’s about time I put it all to rest. Especially for us. I don’t want you wondering what went on but don’t want to ask.”

Roman nods but stays silent as I quickly shut down my computer. I grab my jacket and car keys from my drawer. He only speaks when we’re in my car. “When we get in, I want a hard fuck from you. I don’t care where—over the edge of the bath, your bed, or the kitchen table. As long as we can lose ourselves in each other.”

“Topping from the bottom? I think some punishment is needed before I slip inside you.” I grin but drive a little faster.

We get inside, and Roman is already stripping out of his clothes. I slam the door, and as he steps out of his smart work trousers, I push his shoulders, making him reach out for the bannister. “Hold on to that, boy. Now spread your legs and stick that amazing arse up.”

I groan at the beautiful sight; his balls are tight and high. It’s not going to take long to have him coming over my floor. I bend down to kiss each cheek before spreading them and sweeping my tongue over his hole. Roman lets out a deep, guttural groan and pushes his arse back. I pull away, not giving him what he wants. Instead, I bring my hand down on his right cheek.

Roman hisses at the sting but keeps his bum up. I repeat it on the other cheek. It doesn’t take long before the creamy white skin turns a bright rosy red, and he’s panting. “How are you doing, boy?” I scrape my nails over the inflamed mounds.

“Getting close, Sir.”

“One more; open your legs wider,” I tell him, then deliver the final blow lower down to hit his hole and taint.

Roman cries out loud, and I know he’s only a breath away from coming. I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and grab the sachet of lube I’ve taken to carrying just for moments like this. Roman is a very spur of the moment fuck fan. It takes a couple of seconds to get my sweats down to my thighs and my steel-hard cock out. I tear the packet open and squeeze some onto my fingers, sliding one, then two fingers in his hole, scissoring and twisting them to open him quickly.

“Enough,” he cries out, almost fucking my fingers.

The remainder of the lube gets rubbed over my cock. “Hold on tight, boy.” I slam into him, the rhythm relentless as I fuck him fast.

“Yes, fuck yes. I’m there, Sir.”

“Come,” I demand as my own balls tighten and pulse as they empty, shooting my cum down my shaft and into him. His channel tightens, the muscles rippling and squeezing my dick. He’s so fucking tight. His load fires out, splattering over the wood of the bannister and onto the floor.