Knot My Type (All Access, #1)

by Evie Mitchell

Save for weddings and births, best days weren't planned affairs. They just occurred, falling into your lap like little blessings sent from the gods.

"Why must men be difficult?" "Because if they were easy, they'd be dogs."

Frankie was the kind of woman who I referred to as a sun. She sucked people into her orbit, bathing them in her glow. If I wasn't careful, one of us could get burned. Badly.

"Adults forget to fuel their inner child. And those who had childhood experiences taken away—the kids who grew up far too fast—they deserve it more than most. Play is, and should always be considered, a birthright. Just as breathing, and living, and existing in happiness should be a birthright."

"Safe spaces are great but brave spaces are where it's at for me. And brave spaces mean inviting people in and building connections that might not otherwise exist. They're all about constructive discomfort."

"Just so we're clear," I murmured gruffly. "This doesn't mean we're on a date." "W-w-what?" I kissed her, and to my fucking horror found she didn't taste like sugar or spice. She tasted like forever.

"You're the kind of woman who should come with a warning label." "What? Loves trashy reality TV shows and fails at cooking?" "Makes a man lose his goddamn mind."

"It's not unrealistic to expect a guy to sweep me off my feet. Life imitates art all the time, and don't we all deserve an epic love story?"

"Our heights are too different for you to randomly kiss me. Now, when you want to lay one on me, you can grab and pull."

Frankie shuddered as I moved around her, hands gliding over her skin, mouth tasting her lips, her collarbone, her shoulders, her breasts as I crafted knot after knot down the length of her front. Tying the first harness off, I rocked back on my heels, reaching for another rope.

"I'm going to spread you, rainbow. I'm gonna open you to me and press one of these knots nice and tight against your clit. Then I'm gonna bind your hands and leave you to enjoy the feel of it working you."

"Jay," she panted, her hands fisting the bed. "Touch me." "No." I moved back, gathering the knotted rope. "Please?" "No." I quickly bound her, positioning the final knot a whisper below her clit. When she moved, the knot would shift up while her circular barbell would press down from the top pinching her clit. I had a feeling Frankie would adore the rough sensation.

"That's not fair," she panted. "You should get something too." "I'm good." "No, Jay. I want you to come on my tits." I froze. "Fuck."

"Oh, God," she muttered, licking her lips. "You're thick. You're so fucking thick. Jay, you're killing me."

"You're a sorceress," I told her, kissing my way down to her abdomen. "You're bewitching me, Frankie. You're stealing my control. I don't get topped—ever. And yet here you are, demanding

"Aftercare," I told her primly. "Is a core part of a good scene. And that is my responsibility." I playfully slapped away her fingers, shaking my head. "You need to learn better kink etiquette."

"Pain and joy aren't mutually exclusive. I can feel one while experiencing the other."

"So much of my life is regimented. Constrained. I'm always bound by some rule or barrier—it's exhausting. When I relinquish control, when I give it over to you, it's as if…." I trailed off, searching for the words. "As if?" Jay prompted quietly. "As if I'm free. I feel light, unburdened. I don't have to think, don't have to worry. You take all of that away and give me permission to simply feel."

"First I'm gonna taste this pussy." He cupped me with one hand. "Then I'm gonna fuck you until you're feeling me for the next week."

"Next time I'll watch you flick your pretty clit." I began to ease my cock into her, her pussy gripping me like a vice. "But this time I want to feel you squirming around me as you come."

"I'll even let you name my triceratops."

Is this a euphemism??

"Such snark from my own brother!" He pretended to keel over. "It's a mortal wound. My heart will never recover."

watching as the little girl ran to Jay, throwing her arms around him. "I'll kiss you better!" Jay scooped her up, pretending to groan as she wrapped arms around his neck. "Look at that, I'm all fixed!" He blew a raspberry on her cheek, sending me a wink as she squealed, squirming in his arms. Be still thy ovaries. Thy God of spontaneous impregnation has arrived.

"Do you like raptors?" "Absolutely," I confirmed. "What's your favorite thing about them?" She frowned thinking for a long moment then brightening. "Their teamwork. They hunt in packs and would rip you apart as a family."

"Teamwork?" I croaked, giggles breaking free. "She's five and already I'm fearful of her." He shook his head. "She'll either rule the world or destroy it." "Such great power in one so young."

"Jay decided to remodel his bathroom. He's knocking the wall down between the toilet and his bedroom." Sam lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "He does this sometimes.

"I leave you alone for five minutes…."

"Sometimes a man sees an opportunity and has to take it."

If I lick him that means I own him, right?

"I appreciate your offer but I don't want you getting your outfit dirty." He leaned in until his lips were in line with my ear. "I want it in perfect condition for when I tear it from you later."