Utah (Knights Corruption MC: Laredo #4)

Chapter 42

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“Absolutely. We’ll do it soon. Okay. Bye.”

I clicked the button on my earbud to hang up my phone as Utah walked up behind me, startling me. I never heard him approach, which was unusual because he wasn’t a quiet man.

“You’d love what?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck.

“Dinner with Lena. That was her on the phone. She just found out I quit and was checking up on me.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He smirked. “Okay, maybe she’s not your biggest fan, but it’s not like you care.”

“You’re right. I don’t. I was just pointing out the obvious.”

I wished I was more like Utah in that regard. He never gave other people’s opinions of him a second thought. Other than those close to him.

“I like you. That’s all that matters.”

“You like me?” he asked, a faux-offended tone slinking through his words.

I leaned back, bracing myself against the sink. “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

He grabbed my waist, hoisted me onto the counter, and linked his arms behind my back.

“You better more than like me. In fact, after I’m done with you, you’re gonna be so goddamn enamored with me, it’s gonna make your head spin.”

“Enamored… wow. And what do you mean ‘after I’m done with you’? What are you gonna do?”

“Today is the day.” He wiggled his brows, and I loved seeing this lighter side to him.

“The day for what?”

“You know what for.” When I continued to play dumb, he added, “The doctor cleared us for sex.”

“She cleared me for sex.”

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “Not funny.”

“I thought it was kind of funny.”

He trailed his fingers beneath my hair and grabbed a handful, gently pulling my head back, his grip tight. Amusement was replaced with desire, and all I wanted to do was wrap myself around this man.

The last time we had sex, which was close to two and a half months ago, we’d had a fight afterward. If memory served me correctly, it had something to do with him wanting to tell Knox about us, but I refused. My brother didn’t need to know about my business, especially since it hadn’t been serious between us. There were times I wanted it to be, and he didn’t. And then, when I got used to the idea of simply having fun with no strings, he’d turn around and say he wanted something more serious.

We flip-flopped continually, and then, after our argument, I just let things fizzle out between us. I wouldn’t take his calls, wouldn’t talk to him when he stopped in to see me at work. He’d finally gotten the hint, but he’d still show up at Rocky’s and sit in the corner. Every time I saw him, my heart warred with my head. And then I found out I was pregnant, and all hell broke loose. Knox found out about us and attacked Utah, and I was right back in the middle of uncertainty about my future with him.

But when he’d gotten hurt, almost killed, nothing else mattered.

Not the indecision that held me captive.

Not worrying about what would happen tomorrow or the next day.

Not the doubt I held about my abilities as a mother and his as a father.

In a way, him almost dying was like a gift. We realized how much we loved each other and were willing to give us an actual shot. Yes, there were some hurdles, but we were still here. We were still trying.

And wasn’t that what love was all about?

It wasn’t all butterflies and constant elation.

It was real.

It was raw.

It hurt sometimes.

It knocked you on your ass occasionally.

But you get up again and keep trying, because to picture your life without the other person physically hurt.

Utah nuzzled my neck, kissing the spot near my ear he knew I loved.

“You keep doing that, and we’re gonna have a go at it right here in the kitchen,” I said, barely able to raise my voice above a whisper.

“Fine by me. What time does your sister get home? I wouldn’t want her walking in on us.”

“Not again, anyway. You know she still won’t sit on that side of the couch even after I cleaned it?”

Utah and I had been going at it in our living room one day, but it just so happened that Evie had left work early because she hadn’t been feeling well and walked in on us. She got a huge bruise on her shin after banging into the end table, trying to escape. We laughed about it later but were both mortified when it first happened.

“To be safe, how about we take this to my bedroom?” I pushed him aside and hopped down.

“Don’t jump like that,” he scolded.

“Do you want to tell me what to do, or do you wanna have sex?” I grabbed his hand and walked backward.

“I can do both.”

Having Utah order me around in the bedroom was hot. Outside the bedroom, not as much.

Once we entered my room, I locked the door for added privacy.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation as I erased the distance between us. “Do you want me to take off my clothes? Do you want me to take off yours?” The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and curiosity as I waited for his answer.

“Not yet.” His eyes were rapt with attention, and I melted into their depths. “I want to enjoy every second because, after this, there’s no fucking around anymore, Ria. This is it. For better or worse. You’re mine.” He placed my hand over his heart. “You’re my family now.”

I didn’t expect him to say something so tender, which was evident when my vision blurred. Before I got ahold of my emotions, a single tear danced down my cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb before tilting my head upward and placing a kiss on my lips. The gesture was endearing, sweet.

“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Not as much as I love you, baby.”

What started off as tender quickly turned ravenous. He rid me of my clothes in record time before shedding his. Then we were two naked bodies desperate for connection. Nothing else mattered at that moment except the intoxicating connection we shared .

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, his voice firm, domineering.

The soft carpet cradled my knees as I wrapped my fingers around him. The air was filled with a hushed silence, broken only by the sound of his sharp inhale. I glanced up at him, meeting his intense gaze and noticed the subtle arch of his brow, a silent encouragement.

“Lick the tip. Good girl,” he moaned, his eyelids fluttering closed as he tilted his head back. “Now put me in your mouth.”

I obliged, loving the weight of him on my tongue. I swirled a drop of precum around the head of his cock, the saltiness making me hungry for more. I could feel the pulse of his pleasure, a rhythmic throb that sent shivers down my spine

“Do you like that?” I asked right before I hollowed my cheeks. He responded by gripping my hair and thrusting his hips.

“Slower.” The single word was forced from his lungs, and the sound of his slipping restraint was the sexiest noise I’d ever heard. “Slower,” he growled, tightening his grip. “I don’t wanna come down your throat.”

I did as he demanded, savoring every moment, taking my time to explore every inch of him. For the next several minutes, I teased him mercilessly, licking the side of his shaft before swallowing him again. There were several times when I thought he was going to come, but his control took over.

The sight of him slowly unraveling, his body tensing with every flick of my tongue, was the most exquisite form of foreplay. An ache bloomed between my legs as he began to whisper my name. A thrill shot through me, but before I made him lose complete control, he abruptly withdrew from my mouth and pulled me to my feet.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” His voice, low and rough, did dangerous things to me. All I wanted to do was please him, and now he was going to punish me. What fun .

“Promise?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Get on the bed.”

Excitement swirled through me as I complied, resting in the middle of the mattress. Utah pinned me to the bed, his knees on either side of me, holding me captive. He moved my arms above my head and held both of my hands with one of his.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I know,” he replied, his eyes devouring the sight of me.

A fire simmered in my belly as my heart flitted in my chest. I was desperate for him. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait before I begged him to fuck me, which was exactly what he wanted. I was at his mercy in every way possible.

I tried to squirm beneath him, but I could barely move. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over mine but pulled away before I could deepen the kiss. The slightest hint of what I believed to be concern rolled over his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. For once in my life, everything is right.” His words wrapped around my soul, and all I wanted to do was touch him. Hold him. Thank him for choosing me. I tugged my arms, but he wouldn’t release me. “No,” he said. I yanked on them once more, but he tightened his hold. “I said no.” Whatever sentimental feelings had invaded him were now gone. “You’re no longer having any issues, but I don’t want to fuck you like I normally would. I don’t want to risk anything.”

While I wanted to tell him not to worry and that he wouldn’t hurt me or the baby, I understood his concern because I shared it.

“I’m in the mood for soft and gentle.”

His head dropped heavily to the side as his mouth curved upward. “I didn’t say that.” He leaned down and traced the shell of my ear with his tongue, the pressure of his teeth on my lobe causing goose bumps to dance over my skin. “Are you ready?”

I’d never been more ready for anything in my life.