Knox (An Out of the Cage Novel Book 3) Page 4

  “Oh,” I mutter in understanding. “In that case, keep your hands behind your back. I don’t have a warrant, so I can’t go searching through your pockets without your permission,” I inform him rather than do an illegal pat down, despite how much my hands are twitching wanting to touch him.

  “Permission granted,” Knox replies as he slumps further in his seat and spreads his long legs out wide in front of him in invitation.

  While it’s completely unnecessary, my heels still eagerly stride over and come to a stop between his spread thighs. As I lean forward to stick my hand all the way down into the deep jean pocket on his left side, my long, auburn hair falls forward creating a curtain between us which I appreciate since he and I both know my actions are completely unwarranted and unprofessional.

  All I find in the first pocket is a small, flip phone that I leave. Reaching for the other pocket, my hand bottoms out halfway down his thigh before I find the sole item, a stiff, rectangular piece of paper or business card rather. I pull it out and see that it’s the one I tucked into his pants a few days ago just for the hell of it because I wanted to touch him. Sort of like how I’m practically feeling him up now.

  The fact that his arms are restrained means that I can touch him anyway I want as long as he doesn’t object, and Knox gave me his permission…

  Pushing my hair behind each of my ears to clear it from my face, I meet his eyes and ask, “Is there any other place I need to search?”

  Wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue, Knox says, “I don’t know. Where else could I hide a gun?”

  “You could’ve shoved one down the front or back of your pants,” I reply.

  “Sounds like a good way to shoot your dick off, but I could be that stupid,” he jokes with a grin. “You better check.”

  Unable to help myself after getting his approval, I grip each of his knees and smooth my palms up until they meet at his zipper where my breath catches as I find the long, stiff bulge of his cock that I remember in great detail from the day I pulled boxer briefs and his jeans over it myself.

  Without pausing to second guess myself, I undo the button and tug his zipper down to reveal his cotton covered length. The move makes Knox groan and squirm in his seat, causing his thighs to squeeze against the outsides of mine. The contact snaps me back to reality where I’m a detective and the man I nearly fondled is a witness. Obviously, I’m sleep deprived and not thinking straight.

  Clearing my throat, I straighten up and take a couple of steps back until we’re no longer touching.

  “So, you wanted to talk, let’s talk,” I say to him while I catch my breath that’s ragged like I’ve been jogging around the warehouse a few times.

  “Now you want to talk?” Knox asks. “Now that all of my blood is rushing south to my cock after your pat down and I can barely remember my own name?”

  “Yes,” I say as the heavy warmth settles in my own lower body, demanding attention. Glancing around the warehouse, I find another chair about twenty feet away. I go over to get it to bring it over for me to sit in just to put temporary distance between us.

  Once I drag the chair over and sit down, I cross my legs, which isn’t my best idea ever since it only adds fuel to the horny fire growing between them.

  “So, your friend, Cain. Tell me about him,” I start, pretending we’re in an interrogation room back at the station and not here, alone in an abandoned building where I almost lost myself and molested a witness.

  “Cain?” Knox asks as he shakes his head as if to clear it. “Nothing to tell. He didn’t kill Robbie.”

  “I didn’t say he did,” I respond.

  “Yeah, because he’s innocent.”

  “Like he’s innocent in that arson and homicide from a few years ago?” I ask.

  “I told you I don’t know anything about a fire.”

  That lie makes me scoff. “And I know you’re lying. But forget the fire. Let’s go back to the most recent dead man. Cain didn’t like Robert Kelly, especially after Robert turned him in, correct?”

  Shaking his head, Knox says, “You’re reaching, detective.”

  “Then give me something,” I encourage. “Anything to take the heat off of Cain. Because if we don’t come up with another suspect, he’s going down for murder, which carries a life prison sentence.”

  “Mario is the fucking bad guy here, not Cain.”

  Nodding, I say, “Yes, but I don’t have any motive or evidence to prove Mario was involved. Give me that and Cain gets cleared on the murder charge, possibly even the arson one if I can convince the DA to let him off because he was a minor.”

  “Seriously?” Knox asks. “How do I know I can trust you? None of this is in writing, and no one will believe me if I tell them we had this conversation alone in an abandoned warehouse with me restrained and my pants undone, will they?”

  Fuck. We’re at a stalemate. Knox doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust him either. Something has to give, though, in order for me to get the information from him I need. And while Knox wouldn’t believe me if I told him, I don’t want his friend going down for Robert Kelly’s murder. The man who killed that boy deserves to rot in prison, not Cain. If only I could figure out a way to put him there.

  I know what I need to do to get Knox talking. And while I’ve never stooped so low to get through to a witness, I can’t say I’ll feel all that guilty about it later. I’ve wanted Knox, even though I shouldn’t, since the first time he opened his smart-ass, sexy mouth in his bedroom. Besides, I’ve done worse things than this during the academy and to get my detective badge. Things I still regret.

  This isn’t going to be one of them.

  I’m in control here, so no one can make me do something I don’t want to do. Everything will be my decision, even the bad ones.

  Standing up, I shrug out of my suit jacket and holster, laying them both on the seat of the chair before I turn to face Knox with my fingers working the top button of my blouse.

  “You’re right,” I tell him as I move to the second button. “No one will believe anything you tell them about what we do in this warehouse. But you and I will remember, won’t we?”

  I get to the third button before there’s even a tremor in my hands. Only because I’m nervous about my lack of experience being so obvious to this bad boy, who has probably seen and done it all.

  “W-what are you doing?” Knox asks, his blue eyes widening as I move closer. I’m almost at the bottom of my shirt that’s now gaping open, revealing my pink lace bra.

  “Talk to me and you’ll find out,” I reply. “Maybe I’ll even take a few of your naughty questions from the other day and make them a reality.”

  …

  Knox

  My cock that’s practically exposed thanks to the detective unzipping my pants like the biggest tease ever, jerks and lengthens as I stare at her tits that are trying to spill out of the dainty pink cups.

  Fuck. Me.

  I’ve always been able to keep secrets. All the important shit I know about my friends is locked down inside me like, well, Fort Knox. Or it was, until this beautiful, unattainable woman started undressing in front of me.

  “Talk? Wh-what do you want to talk about?” I stammer, unable to believe this is really happening.

  “Let’s go back to Cain,” the detective says when she steps up between my thighs, putting her tits at perfect eye level.

  “Cain’s not a murderer,” I tell her bra adamantly.

  “How do you know he didn’t kill Robbie to get back at him?” the detective asks.

  “Cain wouldn’t hurt Robbie on purpose. He was his girlfriend’s brother. Cain knows how much Gabby loves — loved her brother even if he was a dick.”

  “That only sounds like motive to me,” she responds, unconvinced.

  I just had an argument to that accusation in my head. Where the hell did it go? Down into the detective’s cleavage?

  “Cain wouldn’t do anything to hurt Gabby. That’s all you need to know,” I infor
m her when I eventually remember my point.

  “Okay, then answer this one: Did Robert Kelly fight for Mario and get badly injured the night before he disappeared?”

  Damn, she’s persistent. And beautiful. Did I mention that part? She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts, with tits that I would gladly smother myself to death in.

  Trying to provoke her a little further, I blow out a heavy exhale, and tell her, “It’s gonna take a little more tit for that tat.”

  Without hesitation, the detective reaches down into the front of one bra cup and removes her succulent tit, then does the same on the other, revealing both heaving breasts to me. They’re the most delicious pair I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of tits at Escapades. My cock, straining against the cotton confines of my boxer briefs, seems to agree with that sentiment.

  “Knox? Did Robert Kelly fight for Mario that night?” she repeats to get my attention back on the question.

  “Yes.” The word easily flies out of my mouth that’s watering with need. I want to run my tongue around both tight pink nipples and suck on them until the detective screams. My hands behind the chair clench with the urge to see how much of the soft swells I can squeeze in each of my palms. I have big hands, but I’m pretty sure they won’t be able to hold all of that creamy goodness…

  “And did Robert Kelly fight Cain that night?”

  Oh fuck.

  Not that question. There’s no way I can answer that without screwing over my best friend.

  “Come on, Knox,” the detective encourages me softly while cupping each breast in her hand and pressing them together. And the way she says my name like that, all pleading and shit nearly makes me lose what little remains of my self-control.

  When I don’t respond, she sweetens the pot.

  Running the tip of her index finger over one of her hard nipples, she says, “Answer honestly, and I’ll give you a choice…”

  “Choice? Choice of what?” I ask frantically, practically panting with need.

  “You can either have a good, long taste, or…I’ll let you fuck them.”

  No, no, no.

  “You’re lying.” There’s no way this hot as fuck woman is gonna let me put my mouth or dick or any part of myself on her sexy body.

  “I’m not lying,” she answers. “You have something I want, and I have something you want. Sounds like a fair trade to me. Besides, I’ve been dying to see if you can back up all that talk from the other day…”

  “I can’t,” I say through clenched teeth, the words practically a whimper. Her offer is just too good to be true and there’s so much at stake.

  Besides, I can’t back up any of the shit I said to her.

  I ran my mouth just to get a reaction from her. And if this keeps going, she’ll find out just how much I was bluffing.

  “You drive a hard bargain,” she tells me before her hands fall from her tits and she leans forward, gripping the back of the chair and pressing her soft, smooth titties right against my face. With my nose buried between the cleavage, I can smell the coconut scent on her skin and groan from the desperate need to taste them.

  “How about you suck on them until I come, answer my question, and then I’ll let you finish between them?”

  My mouth opening wide and clamping down on her left nipple is my response. I’m weak, and I hate myself for it; but when she moans and climbs up on my lap, straddling me and grinding herself down on my cock, I can’t possibly resist the heaven she’s offering.

  I flick my tongue rapidly over her nipple, circle it and suck on as much of her titty as I can fit into my mouth like a man possessed. It’s like the world is ending and this is the last titty I’ll ever taste, so I have to get my fill.

  “Oh God, Knox!” she cries out when I start to gently sink my teeth into her flesh. Then, she’s bearing down harder on my shaft that’s between her thighs as I work her over without using my hands.

  I don’t even make it over to her right nipple before the detective’s body jerks as she gasps and convulses on my lap. I nearly come just thinking of the wetness in her panties caused only by my mouth and wishing I could taste her there. In fact, I’m so blissed out that I forget about our deal until the detective grabs my chin between her fingers and raises it to her face.

  She’s still panting when she asks, “Did Cain fight Robert Kelly the last night anyone saw him alive?”

  Swallowing past the betrayal of my friend, I own up to my side of our agreement. “Yes. But Cain didn’t kill him!”

  …

  Jade

  Oh my God.

  It worked. This idiotic seduction plan of mine actually worked. And Knox’s mouth is so damn hot that I may never forget the way it felt devouring my nipple. Definitely no regrets here.

  Now to spread the icing on the cake.

  “Were you there, that night at the fight?” I ask Knox and then hold my breath, hoping that he’ll tell me he was. It was his best friend’s fight, so he had to have been. Maybe he even had a fight that night too.

  “No.”

  “Fuck!” I shout as I get to my feet and stab my fingers through my hair in frustration, not just for crossing a very dangerous and inappropriate line with a witness but for hitting a big ass dead end. “In that case, nothing you can say will help me or your friend if you weren’t an eye witness!”

  “Ivan was there” Knox offers.

  “Will he talk? Give me a written statement?”

  “Probably not,” he answers on a sigh.

  “Great,” I grumble.

  “But Ivan said that Cain knocked Robbie unconscious, winning the fight, right? But here’s the thing, Cain left the arena after he found out Robbie cheated. Ivan said Robbie wouldn’t wake up, so Mario’s men just dragged his ass out of there. They must have either killed him or tossed him in the river unconscious and he drowned.”

  “Wow, you should consider applying to the academy with all of those assumptions,” I reply sarcastically as I tuck my breasts back into the cups of my bra.

  “I know I don’t have shit for proof, but you can’t let Cain go away for a crime he didn’t commit!”

  “And what about the arson and other murder Cain’s responsible for?” I ask, but Knox only clamps his mouth shut tight, refusing to say a word about that crime.

  “Look, I’m doing the best I can, but without hardcore evidence that will hold up against Mario in court, there’s not much I can do here.”

  When I start to button the top of my blouse, Knox says, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute. In case you forgot the deal, we’re not finished here. I fucked over my friend, so now I get to fuck your tits.”

  “Oh, right,” I mutter after forgetting about that part of our deal in my disappointment. Knox couldn’t help me bring Mario in, but he did give me a missing piece of the puzzle. I’ll just have to press Cain for more information about the night of the fight, and there is one sure way to make that happen. It won’t be pretty, and Knox is going to hate my guts afterward, but it could work…

  “Tomorrow’s Robert Kelly’s funeral, isn’t it?” I ask as I go back over to him and kneel down on the floor between his legs.

  “Yeah, why?” he asks.

  “Where and what time?”

  “Why are we talking about this now? You’re sort of killing the mood –” His sentence stops abruptly when I tug down the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs to let his thick steely length bob free. I swear he’s even bigger than he was the other day.

  “Just tell me and we can move on to your turn,” I tell him, giving his cock a stroke in my fist from root to tip and making him curse.

  “Two…two o’clock. Oakcrest Cemetery,” Knox informs me in a frantic rush of breath.

  “Thanks,” I reply before I let him go to reach my arm behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting the loose lace fall forward and down my arms so I can remove it. “Try and make it quick, will you?” I ask as I lean forward and squeeze his long, velvety shaft between my breasts. God, his rock-hard
flesh feels even better than I expected against my soft, delicate skin.

  “Won’t be a problem,” he chokes out as his head falls back and his hips come off the seat of the chair. “Fuck! I’d give anything…for your mouth…right now.”

  “No,” I reply without hesitation.

  “Come on. Just a lick?” Knox asks as he thrusts his cock in and out of my cleavage.

  “Not gonna happen,” I answer. “Not unless Mario Guerra is behind bars and I’m packing my bags to move to another city. But I’ll let you wet my chest if you want.”

  “Fuck yes. Stand up,” Knox replies with an enthusiastic nod of his head. I get to my feet and ease my chest forward so that he can run his tongue up and down between my cleavage a few times. My core tightens at the reminder of his mouth and how he was actually able to give me an orgasm with it alone. That’s definitely a first. And god, I bet his tongue could work magic between my legs too.

  When my eyelids start to drift closed from the sensation of his wet tongue again, I say, “That’s enough,” and get back down on my knees.

  As soon as his dick is sandwiched between my flesh again, Knox says, “Fuck that feels good.”

  Rather than throw his head back again, he keeps his gaze on my face as he pumps his hips as much as he can while being cuffed to the back of the chair.

  His startlingly deep blue eyes are so unwavering and intense that, for the first time, they make me feel insecure and ashamed of the slutty extent I was willing to go to solve a case. Maybe that’s why the men of my past propositioned me the way they did, because they already knew that I was the type of woman to offer up my body if it meant getting ahead in life. This time is no different really; I just happened to be the one who suggested it. The fact that I actually enjoyed myself enough to obtain my own pleasure with Knox is just an all new low. I selfishly used him. So, while I may not regret what we’re doing, he may afterward. I hate that because I know exactly what it’s like to get manipulated into doing something you don’t want to do...