Fallout

~ Chapter Fifty Five ~

Written by Grey

Gritting his teeth, Knox abruptly let go, as if the touch of her satiny smooth skin against his burned him. In truth, it did, it scorched him straight through to the blood rushing through his veins, flooding his system with a bunch of random cues that had everything to do with the convenient placement of a bed only ten feet away. He huffed and stalked back out of his room. The bottle of bourbon forgotten, everything else a distant memory. "Fine, if you wont leave - I will. I am sure I can find somewhere else to sleep tonight. Someone to share a bed with!"

"Knox, you wai-wait j-just a f-fuggin' minute!" She clomped behind him, she couldn't let him get away! And his comment about sharing a bed with someone else, oh Hell no!

"Go back to your party, Ice Queen! Or better yet, your California bitch who will be happy to do anything his ladyship should possibly require." He tossed over his shoulder. He commanded his feet to carry him away faster, but his hands and his traitorous heart itched to turn around and hold tight to her. God, she was gorgeous and in his room. She would look fan-fucking-tastic naked and in my bed! Every single one of his senses was screaming to take her and make her his.

"Knox, d-damn it, wait!" Stumbling, she chased after him. Why was the floor swaying, did they have earthquakes in the Bahamas? She had ditched her sandals on the top stair before weaving her way down the third floor hallway to his room on their earlier ascent.

Darting back around her, he closed and locked his bedroom door, leaning against it as if he could ensure she couldn't get in. Breathing fast, he felt as if he'd run a marathon. The thrill of arguing with her, hell, the thrill of just being near her making his heart pound in his chest. Knox felt her jiggle the handle and allowed himself a tight smile in triumph.

"O-open the door, what are we s-six years old now? You're behaving like - like a child!" She whisper yelled through the door.

"Go away." He growled, his body tight and aching for release. So much for whiskey dick, or vodka cock or whatever the trite saying was. He'd have to jerk off - again. Damn her.

"Let me in!"

"I can't hear you!" He replied in a sing-song tone. He thumped the back of his head against the door wishing it was that easy to black out and make himself forget. He'd drank enough, he should black out any time now by his own estimation.

"Real mature." Lexie stood on the other side of the door, pounding at it with a tight little fist. The sharp sting of pain, focused her mind briefly.

"So sleepy." Knox faked a yawn, unable to stop grinning as he envisioned the hissy fit he was certain she was throwing on the other side of the door.

"Awww, your little slut wear you out?"

"Jealous much?"

Lexie couldn't think of a response that didn't make her sound just like that. "I swear, I'm going to just go get the key and unlock the damn door." She jingled the handle and then slapped it another time for effect.

"Jesus Christ! What is so damned important? Why can't you just leave me alone?" He cursed as he unlocked the door, right at the precise second that her shoulder would have connected with it. So instead, she connected with him and sent them both sprawling to the floor. Her laid out flat on top of him. "Ooomph." He groaned.

Her breasts smashed against his chest, Lexie lifted her head just a bit, blinking slow, her vision blurred and out of focus. "Me. Us. We-we're what is s-so important." Her voice so sweet, aided by a mass quantity of tequila, she was now so unafraid of letting him see real her feelings.

His eyes flicked down to where the tips of her breasts were almost exposed, the top of her ridiculous excuse for a dress had slid down during their crash landing to the floor. Sucking in an uneven breath, she unintentionally teased him further with a hint of her darker areolas, before they were hidden once more beneath the fabric.

Knox growled, a raspy tortured sound that echoed low in his chest and Lexie felt repeated deep within the core of her body.

"Why are you a-avoiding m-m-me?" She stuttered, the alcohol and the close proximity to this man catching up with her in a deadly rush.

"You s-should go." Knox closed his eyes, hard as steel beneath her, his own vision fuzzy before he purposely blocked her out.

Lexie went liquid where he was hard, desperate to drown in the glittering emerald of his eyes. She shook her head, "I don't think so." She surged forward, planting her lips on his. Her mouth open, she swallowed his surprise. Running the hardened tip of her tongue along the tight seam of his lips, tasting the tang of bourbon on his lips. "Knox please," she whimpered, tears dripping from her eyes down onto his face. "D-don't you w-want m-me an-any-m-more?"

Between one breath and the next, Knox went from a passive body beneath her, to an active participant above her, shifting their bodies as he rolled on top of her. "I will always want you. Don't you get it? I'm not worth even one of your tears." Cradling her face with his casted hand, he thumbed away a stray tear, gazing deep into her eyes.

"Then wh-why?" Her voice cracked as her hands raced up his back, her fingers knotting themselves into the thin fabric of his tank.

"Because you're all I can think about. And you deserve so much better than me."

Another set of tears brimmed in Lexie's eyes. But Knox shook his head as he cupped her face in his hands, finally letting her see past the walls he'd thrown up. Braced up on his elbows, he tried his best not to crush her beneath him. "If you're th-thinking about m-me, and I-I'm thinking about you. Wh-why are we wasting so much time not being together?" She blinked, and the twin droplets slipped over her lashes, cresting over her cheeks toward his hands.

In that instant, Knox couldn't think of one single reason why he had been avoiding her. As one of her tears reached his thumb, it became the healing balm his heart needed. At least the one his intoxicated heart needed. It also acted as gasoline to the inferno already blazing in his soul. His hips shifted forward, leaving no doubt of his body's primal reaction to hers. Grinding into the center of her body. She'd shifted to make room for him, easing her legs apart, little by little, blissfully unaware that she'd even done so. "I have no idea." His tongue peeked out to wet his lower lip and she splayed her hands across the back of his neck jerking his head down to her mouth.

Neither heard the soft intake of breath from behind them at the door, or the soft click as someone closed it behind them, so lost in the sexual haze, they were captive in.

And then, they were kissing. Hard, angry, alcohol-fueled, tension laden kisses. Tequila mixed with vodka and bourbon kisses. All those individual characteristics that made them their own people, kisses. Knox threaded the fingers of his right hand into her hair, cupping the fingers of his left around her cheek, hating how limited his left hand was due to the cast. He wanted both hands available to touch every single inch of her.

Lexie echoed Knox's desperation, fed into it. Her hands were wild. Shameless. Digging, pawing at his shirt, frantic to get at the taut skin of his back underneath it. Fueled by the tiny sounds she made, Knox grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, pulling his mouth away from hers just long enough to get his shirt off. She moaned into his mouth, digging the edges of her fingernails into his back at her first pass at all of the exposed skin.

"Damn Lexie, I want you so much." He nipped at her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, dragging his teeth across her lower lip. His breath fanned hot on her neck, as he leaned up on his knees.

"I want you too," she slurred, rocking her hips, not entirely sure what she was racing for, just confident in the knowledge that Knox was going to get her there. "Knox please!"

Sliding his fingers up the inside of her thigh, when he reached the top of her waist, he found her hands already there, together they yanked her panties down.

"Oh my Sexy Lexie," Knox groaned, lowering his face back down into the curve of her neck. The sounds he made, evoked goosebumps to flash out everywhere on her body and she instantly rocked up, hooking her feet around the backs of his knees. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No? Is something wrong?" Alarmed, Lexie began to squirm and tried to get out from underneath him, uncomfortable now that she didn't have her panties on and was lying underneath Knox Preston in a mostly dark bedroom.

He nibbled his way up the slim column of her neck, making her roll her hips involuntarily. Once he got to the sweet spot below her ear, he whispered, "no I just… I didn't take you for a waxer. It's fucking hot baby, I can't wait to lick you." As he spoke the dirty words, his good hand slid up her thigh and between her bare lips.

"Oh!" She cried up, arching her hips, trembling for more intimate contact.

"Next time. Jesus Christ." Knox muttered against her sweat dampened skin, rolling his eyes back into his head as his dick threatened to explode.

"Knox please!" she panted, rocking against his hand. He traced the puffy lips with a firmer pressure, easing between them to dance around the fleshy bundle of her clit with two fingers. "God, yes!"

Feeling the pool of wetness waiting for him, unimpeded by pubic hair or panties, he moaned long and low. "Lexie, tell me you're ready."

"Yes, please, Knox!" She pumped her hips as he rubbed a tight circle over her clit, ramping her closer to the edge of orgasm.

Fumbling his shorts down to mid thigh, poised between her legs, his mouth hot and demanding on hers as they learned each other's taste. The frantic, incoherent pleas they offered against their lips.

The sharp cry and hasty pain filled gasp as Knox slammed inside didn't register to him until his second pump in, due to the alcohol or the fact that she had scraped the shit out of his back or who knows really what made it sink into him.

"Oh my God Lexie, you were a virgin?" Immediately, Knox tried to pull out, but she had wrapped her legs and arms around him, her head tilted into the side of his neck. "Sweet love, I'm so sorry, I would have, oh God, don't do that." She squeezed her legs around his thighs, sending a ripple along up along the length of his cock as he tried to pull out.

She sucked in a breath, clamping down harder and he choked out his breath. Turning his face into hers, sealing his mouth over hers. His hips couldn't resist the temptation to push just a little bit more, then pull back. To kiss away the pain. "You feel so good." He murmured.

"More, Knox, please." She urged, angling her hips, restless. Wanton beneath him. Nipping, biting, sucking at his neck.

"Fuck." He groaned, grinding up into her as he pumped harder in response to her. He felt her leaving a hickey on his neck, Knox hadn't had a hickey since he was probably 14, but damned if it wasn't hot as hell and it turned him the fuck on, realizing in some far off corner of his mind that Lexie was marking him. He couldn't stop. Fucked her much harder, deeper than he should have. Propelling them across the floor practically. His balls tightened faster than anything and he felt his orgasm build lightning quick. Harder, faster, he snapped his hips, barreling down the edge of a cliff, chasing the smoke of a dream, he didn't want to let go of. "Get there baby. I'm there. So close." He whispered into the curve of her neck.

"Oh God," she squealed, stiffening. The almost too tight, clasp of her inner walls fisting around him followed by the scorching heat and almost river of wetness, threw him right over the brink and he careened right over the edge with her.

"Lexie, I love you." Knox admitted, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm. It had never felt like this for him before.

"I love you too," tears gathered in her eyes as he lowered his head and kissed her, their lips meeting softly before her mouth went slack and her head lolled off to the side. Still lodged inside of her, he felt her pussy still contracting around him. Even in his alcohol soaked brain, there was nothing better than the intimate roll and quiver and with one last pulse, he grinned, attempting to shift his weight so that he wouldn't crush her, losing the fight with consciousness and blacking out entirely.