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  He found a washcloth, wet it and started to clean the blood from the side of my head. As he did this, he spoke to me softly, telling me how much he loved me and how upset my pain made him.

  After a time, it all welled up inside of me then and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I scrunched up my face and wailed, “I lost the ring, Knox. Please don’t hate me.”

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Knox

  She was so distressed about the god damned ring that I almost laughed. I would have had she not been so nakedly vulnerable at that moment.

  I’d been texting her non stop after the fight and hadn’t heard back, so I’d finally given her phone a call. I was desperate to hear her voice.

  The bar maid Joe had banged answered Lennon’s cell and told me everything.

  I’d called my pilot who’d grudgingly left his winning hand at a poker tournament to fly me home on the private jet Jake had insisted we purchase a couple years back. I’d have to remember to thank him for that.

  It had been the worst time of me life, I’d been fekking sick with worry that she’d been hurt bad and I wasn’t there when she needed me.

  “It’s just a ring, kitten,” I told her and wiped her tears away with the back of me hand. “Are you hurt? Where’s the fekking doctors? Have ye been seen yet?”

  “No,” she shook her head miserably. I’d run into George leaving the hospital when I’d come in and he’d prepared me for the injury.

  Nuthin coulda prepared me for the blood on me bride’s head, drying on her face, the open wound. I tenderly cleaned as much as I could and tossed the bloody cloth in the sink.

  Fury raged through me at the thought of her in here alone and untreated.

  “What have they told ye?” I asked, doing my best to keep my rage off my face. I didn’t want her to think I was angry with her over a stupid trinket.

  “Not much, the nurse came in about thirty minutes ago to bring me some water,” she said. “Are you certain you’re not angry about the ring? I thought you’d hate me for losing it.”

  She looked up at me from under dampened lashes, her eyes glittering with unshed tears and her lower lip trembling.

  “Shhhhh,” I said and brushed more tears off her smooth cheeks. “Tis but a toy, kitten. A token of my affection and my pledge to you but it’s easy to replace. As long as yer safe and sound, that’s all that matters.”

  “Thank you,” she said and pressed her cheek up against my chest. I cradled her in my arms and soothed her until she began to fall asleep.

  Making sure she was dozing, I set her gently back onto the bed and stood and stretched.

  I opened the door and stormed down the hallway to demand somebody tend her or I would lose my fekking temper, and nobody wanted that to happen.

  I didn’t know how I managed to not rip the head off the quivering bloke who passed for a doctor in that hospital, but somehow I had him follow me back to her room and take a proper look at her head.

  It helped that he kept babbling about the fight and how much he loved my work and would I please sign a few things before I left.

  I agreed and he went right to work on Lennon’s forehead.

  She needed stitches after all, and might have a small scar, but she was still brilliantly gorgeous te me.

  She was smiling by the time they let us leave. I paid her bill and I had the driver meet us around the front. I helped her into the back of the car and let her rest her head on me chest with me arm wrapped protectively around her when we sped home.

  The sun was almost up when we readied ourselves for the night in our shared bed.

  As much as I wanted to ravage her and have my way with her, I loved her enough to know she needed to rest more than she needed sex.

  We had a lifetime of fucking to do, tonight was all about getting Lennon better.

  Just before I drifted off, I thought of something. I texted Jake and let him know about the ring. I arranged for him and Joe and a couple other guys to head down to George’s and search the place top to bottom for me kitten’s ring.

  If we didn’t find it, we’d get her another one of course, but that one felt sentimental. I wanted to find it to see her eyes light up with delight again.

  ***

  I didn’t know how long we slept, but I woke with a powerful urge rising inside of me.

  Lennon was wrapped in my arms with her leg entangled in mine, her hand casually draped across my swollen cock.

  Fuck, I needed to have her but I didn’t know if she could yet. I didn’t want to make her bandages bleed if I fucked her too hard.

  I extricated myself from her limbs and slid under the covers, parted her legs and began to lick her pussy while she slept.

  She tasted impossibly delicious, sweet and tangy and slightly musky from my own contributions to her juices.

  “Oh,” she moaned as I tongued her clit. “Good morning.”

  I looked up under the blankets and grinned at her. “Good morning te ye, kitten. I had to wake up with yer cunt on my face.”

  “Keep going,” she said sleepily and grabbed a handful of my hair. She ground her cunt against my nose and arched her back to open herself fully to me.

  She moaned and sighed as she writhed and finally came, my tongue and fingers bringing her there.

  I could wake every god damned morning of me life like this, my face buried between her legs. If I had my way, I bloody well would.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Lennon

  “I can’t believe you’re not royally pissed at me,” I said to Knox over a brunch of poached eggs, toast and thick, strong coffee. One of the perks of having money, a cook on call to make you anything you wanted. Who said money couldn’t buy happiness? It could buy morning coffee and your laundry folded for you and that was pretty fucking close.

  I could get used to this lifestyle. Fuck being poor, this was infinitely better.

  “How could I be mad?” Knox replied, raising his brows. “Yer safe and sound, that’s all the matters to me.”

  He reached over and took my hand, kissed the spot where the ring had sat for only a day or two, and smiled up at me.

  “Most people would be enraged at my carelessness,” I said, enjoying the feel of his lips on my fingers.

  “Most people are fekking idiots who can’t see the things that have true value,” he told me, rubbing his fingers along the inside of my hand and sending little sparks of arousal everywhere he touched. “And most people don’t have the kinda money I do, right kitten?”

  He chuckled at that and I laughed. It was true, I supposed when you were as wealthy as Knox O’Connor, that kind of money was a mere drop in the bucket.

  Thank god I loved him with all my heart, or he might be a target for some gold digging bitch and the thought of him being used for his money angered me like it was already mine.

  Like he was already mine.

  But I guess he was by then, already mine. I had fallen so hard and fast there was no time to think about it these days. I belonged to him and he belonged to me and I liked to believe that there was nothing that could ever come between us.

  “That is true,” I told him and picked up another piece of toast. I was ravenous and intended to fuck him silly before my shift at George’s that night.

  “What do ye have on yer mind?” he asked me as I nibbled.

  “I was thinking about how much I want to ride you today,” I replied evenly, not breaking eye contact with him.

  He was good, he barely winced but I swear I saw all the blood drain from his body and head directly to his cock. I laughed, “What?”

  “I love it when ye talk like that, ye filthy little tart,” he exhaled slowly and leaned towards me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me towards him for a kiss.

  I gulped and prayed I didn’t have crumbs on my lips as his mouth crushed mine beneath his hungry lips.

  I didn’t think it mattered, I didn’t think he’d noticed even if I did.

  My nipples pebbled immedia
tely and my pussy felt like it melted into liquid fire, hot and fluid passion swirling in my lower regions, turning my legs to jelly and my stomach into a fluttering mess.

  “Fek sometimes having staff gets in the way,” Knox cursed as he drew back. “I want te take ye right here, fuck ye on the table, but I don’t want the housekeeper to quit or the kitchen staff te get any funny ideas about ye, kitten.”

  “Then take me upstairs,” I replied and stood abruptly.

  “Yer a feisty little minx, and I love ye for it,” he laughed. He stood up and gathered me into his arms. He kissed my bandaged forehead and said, “I’ll go slow, so’s not to hurt ye.”

  “You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried, Knox,” I smiled. “Fuck me hard, break me and heal me with every thrust of your big, fat cock.”

  “Yer gonna get it hard,” he growled and bit my neck as he rushed up the stairs seemingly two at a time. “I’ll fek ye hard and fast, kitten.”

  He tossed me onto our huge bed and was naked before I had a chance to wiggle out of my nightgown and panties.

  I took the time to let my gaze rake over his magnificent body. He was in prime physical condition, every muscle was sharply defined and rippled under his tattooed flesh as he bent down to remove his socks.

  His stomach was a bumping ridge of abs dipping into that V at his waist that drove me insane. His arms were massive and bulging as he climbed up the bed towards me.

  But his face, that was what really did it for me. His angled cheeks, the strong chin and full lips…and those intelligent, intense, passionate deep green eyes.

  “Ye like what ye see?” he asked with a smirk, kneeling next to me.

  “I love what I see,” I said, reaching down for the best part of all. The thick, throbbing cock that seemed even more intimidating in the daylight, but more fascinating too.

  I pulled him towards me, towards my open mouth and wet lips. I had a slight headache building, but my lust for him overtook my need for medicine.

  “I want to suck you,” I whispered, surprised continually at my boldness. “I need to drink you.”

  “Ah, kitten, yer gonna kill me if ye keep talking like that,” he said and straddled my chest, his huge member resting between my full breasts. “But I’ll die with a smile on me face.”

  I looked up at him and pulled his hips forward so he could slide himself into my mouth, down my throat.

  I gagged at first, but powered through. I stroked him and sucked him fast and hard, needing him to come in my mouth, needing to taste his seed on my tongue.

  “Fek, Lennon,” he rasped and propped himself up over me, fucking my face like he was fucking my pussy. “I love ye so fekking much, your mouth is perfect…”

  He trailed off as he thrust against my face. I felt free, as if he had released me by pinning me to the bed with his body. I felt elated that I was giving him such pleasure and I felt love in my heart at the man above me.

  The noises he made were insanely hot and I couldn’t help but reach down and touch myself as he slid down my throat.

  Finally, as I was bringing myself to the peak, he gave one last thrust, called out my name in a sexy, deep, hoarse tone and flooded my mouth with his release.

  I sucked him and swallowed as I finished myself, shuddering beneath his huge, muscled body. He didn’t go soft, but he pulled out and moved between my legs, slid inside and fucked my sopping wet pussy until we were both exhausted and needing sleep again.

  Miraculously my headache had disappeared.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Knox

  As Lennon got dressed for her shift at George’s, the front door bell rang. She was in the huge walk-in dressing room off the master suite so she didn’t hear it. I checked my phone and saw texts from Jake so I knew it was him.

  I waited to hear his voice in the hall demanding we get our clothes on before I stood up and opened the door for him.

  “Did ye find it?” I asked.

  He nodded yes and handed me the ring. “It was in the back room up on a pile of boxes. Just sitting there.”

  I pushed him back out and thanked him, he smiled and left the house.

  Lennon strolled out of the dressing room looking stunning in a simple thigh length black skirt and white tee shirt. Her hair was swept up loosely on her head and she was putting in a small diamond earring when she caught me staring at her.

  “What?” she asked, smoothing the front of her outfit in a gesture of self consciousness.

  “Yer just so beautiful is all,” I replied with a smug grin.

  “Come on, what’s up?” she asked warily. “Do I have a stain on my shirt or something?” She looked down and squinted, searching for any sign of imperfection.

  “I have te ask ye something,” I said and sauntered over to her. She looked up at me, half expectant and half worried.

  “What is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip and narrowing her eyes. Fek, she was beautiful. I needed to have her as soon as possible, I might even take her in the store room again at her work later on.

  I dropped to one knee, looked up at her and said, “Kitten…Lennon…will ye marry me?”

  “I already said yes,” she blushed. “Of course I will.”

  “Then put yer ring on,” I told her and opened my hand, presenting her engagement ring.

  “What? How? Oh my god, is that my ring?” she squealed and teared up.

  “Aye, it is,” I replied and watched a million emotions race over her features before she settled on joyous love.

  “Of course I will, I can’t believe it,” she said and held out her trembling hand. I slid the ring along her finger and settled it in where it belonged, where it would let the entire fekking world know that this gorgeous girl was mine.

  I stood and held her against me, let her cry a few tears of happiness and smiled when she finally asked, “Where was it?”

  “Jake said he found it in the back room on a stack of boxes,” I told her.

  “I can’t believe how stupid I am!” she exclaimed and shook her head. “I remember now, I took it off so I wouldn’t lose it when I was unpacking boxes. I’m such a dummy.”

  “Ye had a blow to the head, kitten, yer not stupid,” I said. “Ye were worked up, tis all.”

  “But I was worked up because I lost the ring,” she laughed, “I know it’s a circular argument but I can agree that this is the best thing that’s happened to me today.”

  “The best?” I asked with my brows raised, looking suggestively up and down her body.

  “Okay, the second best. That last orgasm just about knocked it out of me though, I think having sex with a head wound is potentially deadly,” she smiled.

  “How are ye feeling?” I asked. “I can’t believe ye didn’t tell me when I got too rough.”

  “I like it like that though,” she said, “it makes me feel like you can’t control yourself around me because I’m so damned sexy. And I’m feeling better, nothing a couple Tylenol couldn’t take care of.”

  “I can’t control myself for that exact reason,” I growled and swept her up in my arms. She shrieked with laughter and I nibbled her neck and chest, any exposed skin, until she begged me to stop.

  I set her down and her chest heaved with deep breaths. “Knox, what the hell have you done to me? I never used to be like this, life was so serious.”

  “Love is serious but makes yer life feel lighter somehow,” I said and leaned down to kiss her. “Everything is lighter since I met ye, kitten.”

  “I know what you mean, I’m so happy now,” she smiled and stood on her tippy toes for another kiss.

  My cock throbbed and I had to fight the urge to take her again. She had responsibilities and I knew she was loyal to George and his employees.

  “Ye have to tell George yer leaving,” I said, “I can’t stand waiting te have ye again, it’s killin me.”

  “Me too,” she groaned, “I wish I could stay home tonight. I’ll tell him later though, I promise. Why don’t you come to the pub with me
?”

  “Ye couldn’t keep me away,” I said and kissed her cheek. “I’ll text the driver, that way I can break into a bottle of whiskey while I watch yer sweet little ass wiggle around in front of me.”

  “Good, it will get you ready for when we get home,” she winked and wiggled her ass for emphasis.

  I was already as hard as a fucking rock and couldn’t hardly stand it. She didn’t realize she was waving a red flag in front of a raging bull and she’d be getting the horns later on.

  Or maybe she did, and my horny little vixen knew exactly what she wanted.

  Either way, we were fekkin perfect together.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Lennon

  Every time I looked down at my hand I just about fainted again, I was so happy to have my ring back. And every time I looked down at the stained floor I just about fainted again at the memory of my painful accident.

  George had protested when I’d come in, looking at my bruised and bandaged head in shock and disbelief, but I’d convinced him I could handle the shift.

  It wasn’t fair for everyone else to pick up my slack just because I’d won the love lottery.

  I did let him know this would be my last couple of weeks though. Knox and I were getting married Friday so he wouldn’t see me next weekend, but I would stick around to train a new girl or two.

  “He’s watching you like he’s going to eat you up,” Charlotte whispered a couple hours into our shift and nodded towards Knox. He was sitting at a table by himself with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.

  He wasn’t drinking too fast though, he was nursing each drink and chatting with me when I had time. I’d asked him to move to the table when his dark, smoldering gaze had caused me to drop a shot glass. I couldn’t concentrate with him that close.

  I looked up and smiled at him. He winked at me and grinned.

  My heart did the familiar flip flop and I fell even more in love if that was possible.