Hot Miami Knights: A Knight Brothers Romance

By Theresa Hodge

Serenity Champagne is a woman known to overindulge in delectable treats. She now has an appetite for not only one, but two, delicious vanilla lattes. Her sweetest fantasies threaten to end her year of celibacy, and she is doing everything she can to be strong. When she gets a taste of Jonathan Knight, her resolve is undone.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Hodge
• Release date: Jan 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9780692066324

Theresa Hodge

Theresa Hodge is an Alabama native - loving mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend. She is at her best when she is able to bring happiness to others. This author loves to read almost as much as she loves to write fictional stories. She finds writing therapeutic at times, especially during the loss of her oldest sister from breast cancer, which birthed her "Ask Me Again" Series. This was her first but this compilation led to her writing several other books. These book's includes her bestselling Noelle's Rock series among many others. Additionally, Theresa has a love affair with poetry. She began writing poetry at an early age and it served as a catalyst for her growth as a writer. If Theresa can bring a smile to your face and encourage someone else along her journey, she considers it a blessing beyond measure. You can follow her on her social sites below.

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Hot Miami Knight’s

A Knight’s Brothers Romance

By Theresa Hodge

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THERESA HODGE

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Copyright © 2017 Theresa Hodge

Contents

Chapter 1 6

Chapter 2 9

Chapter 3 12

Chapter 4 16

Chapter 5 20

Chapter 6 24

Chapter 7 26

Chapter 8 30

Chapter 9 32

Serenity 32

Chapter 10 34

Jason 34

Chapter 11 36

Serenity 36

Chapter 12 39

Jonathan 39

Chapter 13 41

Jason 41

Chapter 14 45

Serenity 45

Chapter 15 48

Jonathan 48

Chapter 16 53

Emma-Jay 53

Chapter 17 58

Serenity 58

Chapter 18 61

Serenity 61

Chapter 19 65

Serenity 65

Chapter 20 67

Serenity 67

Chapter 21 70

Serenity 70

Chapter 22 72

Jason 72

Chapter 23 74

Serenity 74

Chapter 24 76

Serenity 76

Chapter 25 83

Serenity 83

Chapter 26 89

Jason 89

Chapter 27 93

Serenity 93

Chapter 28 100

Serenity 100

Chapter 29 104

Jason 104

Chapter 30 107

Emma-Jay 107

Chapter 31 112

Serenity 112

Chapter 32 125

Serenity 125

Chapter 33 131

Serenity 131

Chapter 34 134

Serenity 134

Chapter 35 138

Jason 138

Epilogue 144

Serenity 144

Chapter 1

The cold rain fell in torrents as I stood beneath the blue awning. With the raindrops beginning to sound like music above my head, I raised my hands towards my face to wish the rain away. A continuous wall of rainwater splashed against the heels of my shoes, as I counted the rhythmic tone of the rain against the awning. But nothing is forever, I murmured under my breath. I saw a faint glimmer of sunshine slip through the amorphous grey clouds. With this fortuitous sign, I came closer to going back home.

Earlier, I had a taste for a mocha latte with extra whipped cream. It was my favorite sweet addiction. Thinking I could beat the storm, I foolishly walked to the Sweet Obsessions Café to satisfy my insatiable craving for something sweet.

Well, I was almost right. I made it to the cafe without spotting a cloud in the sky or a drop of rain. Feeling lucky, I relaxed in one of their lounge chairs and enjoyed a small mocha latte with a dollop of whipped cream and a smidgen of apple pie. As soon as I stepped out of the café, the monsoon arrived, and cornered me beneath this stupid awning. Two blocks from my apartment with no damn umbrella, I was stuck there looking at the rain.

As I watched the relentless rain pour down in sheets, I realized that my cravings were officially out of control. I lied earlier. It was actually an enormous slice of apple pie a la mode, and a super grande mocha latte with a half a can of whipped cream. In my defense, it was extremely good. Grudgingly, I'd be the first to admit that my appetite for sweets had officially spiraled out of control.

As I watched a couple steal a lingering, romantic kiss beneath a gigantic umbrella, I realized that my addiction for sweets was merely a substitute for what I really wanted and needed. A damn man! And with Valentine's Day approaching quickly, I knew I had to do something about it. If not, I'd probably eat my way into a sugar coma by February 14th.

How the hell could this happen? I'm young, I'm beautiful, I'm sexy, and I'm smart. The world is my oyster and I love oysters, I said to the pouring rain.

All of that was true, but there was just one tiny problem. I forgot to mention that I was also celibate. In fact, the thumping in my pussy quickly reminded me that I'd been celibate for exactly 1 year, 2 months, 3 days, 12 hours, 45 minutes, and 25 – no, 26 seconds!

It’s a sad truth that I, Serenity Champagne, was a desperate woman in dire need of a man. Not just any man, mind you, but a tall, dark, handsome, scrumptiously delicious, and vanilla chocolate-coated, raging, hard man. Yes! I needed a man in the absolute worst way, and his name was Jonathan Bryant Knight. Those Knight twins were two fine interracial brothers. I was told they were the products of a White Irish mother and an Afro-Venezuelan Father. They had hair the color of toasted almond and sexy light brown eyes with flecks of gold.

Jonathan owned Knight and Knight Fitness Center, a family-owned business he shared with his identical twin brother, Jason.

Let me pause right here to say that the Knight brothers were, hands down, two of the finest physical therapists who've ever laced up a pair of sneakers. I met them 6 months earlier when I joined their gym with my best friend, Shauntay. She was trying to lose 25 pounds of post pregnancy baby fat. I, on the other hand, needed to lose at least 40 pounds of regular old fat.

Trust me, there's a high price to pay for substituting sex with sweets, and I was paying the price for it. After 6 months and a river of sweat, I was a little under 20 pounds from my normal weight – or what everyone else deems normal. Naturally, Shauntay had lost her 20 pounds and was back to her pre-baby weight. She looked and felt great!

Now, I wasn't mad at her, because she worked hard to get back in shape. And even though I was still heavier than I would like, men found me sexy as hell. My fat somehow settled in all the right places to push each and every one of their hot buttons. But I was still painfully celibate and the only hot button I really wanted to push belonged to Jonathan Knight.

Jonathan, Jon for short, was a tall, malted milkshake that stood roughly six feet, three inches tall. He was a handsome, sexy brother with soft, silky, wavy hair, and smooth butternut skin. Did I mention he had thick, black wavy hair? The kind of hair that makes a woman want to reach out and run her fingers through it while he makes love to her.

Naturally, his twin brother, Jason, was equally as fine, with a similar muscular build. The only difference was that he had long, thick dreadlocks that hung midway down his back. Honestly, dreadlocks never appealed to me, but when they were on a succulent piece of vanilla chocolate like Jason Knight, I'd make an exception for his almond-colored locks any day.

Yes, those Knight boys were exceptionally fine. Don't judge me, but I must admit that the thought of being the meat in a hot, Knight sandwich had crossed my mind a time or two. What's the point of being a woman, if you can't fantasize about a man or two? Besides, if you knew the Knight’s, you’d probably think the same damn thing!

Chapter 2

It was less than two days before Valentine's Day and I was still celibate, horny, man-less and pathetic. So, after work, I grabbed a cab and headed for my favorite spot, the gym. I figured if I couldn't have a taste of my milk chocolate fantasy then I could at least look. Sure, I realized that this was a unique brand of self-imposed torture, but I somewhat enjoyed it.

After arriving at the gym around 5:30, I quickly changed into something bright, sexy, and tight. Now, of course I knew that you were supposed to wear something loose and comfortable when you work out. Whatever! You work out your way and I'll workout mine. Yes, I had weight loss goals, but I also had more important goals. My true goal was to capture Jonathan's attention and make him my man. The clingy, tight yoga outfit that I had on was just what I needed to help me accomplish that goal.

As I exited the locker room, I quickly scanned the large fitness center for my conquest –Jonathan. He was spotting a male client at a weight bench. His eyes brightened and a broad, sexy smile swept over his handsome face as I passed the weight room.

He had perfect, straight white teeth and thick, kissable lips. I resisted the impulse to move closer as I considered the many things I could do with that sexy mouth. God how I wanted to just run over there and mount his face, but I gave him a polite smile and a curt wave and headed for my first workout station. While tossing my hair to one side and callously looking over my shoulder, I noticed a faint – but discernable – glance in my direction.

Game on! He was obviously interested and ready to play ball. If I was going to seduce him before Valentine's Day, it was going to be now or never. I came to play, and I had no intentions of losing because on Valentine's Day, that hunk of vanilla chocolate was the only substance capable of satisfying my insatiable desire.

My first stop on my training regimen was the Fitness Quest Total Body Workout machine. I relaxed my back on the flat incline and adjusted my feet into the stirrups to start my leg lifts. I loved this machine because it gave my legs a nice stretch. It also gave me a clear view of the entire room, and I could watch Jonathan as he circulated around the gym.

My, my, my... This new hot pink and black Body Armor yoga workout suit is doing the trick, I thought as I caught a glimpse of Jonathan checking me out.

My yoga suit fitted me like a new pair of gloves and accentuated my undulating curves. Since I walked into the weight room, Jonathan had not lifted his gaze from my general direction. His eyes attempted to engage mine, but I pretended not to notice and concentrated on my workout.

While closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a mental inventory of what I just witnessed on the other side of the room. It was obvious that Jonathan was completely off his game and totally captivated by me. He was distracted and could hardly help his client bench press the 100-pound weight. The poor guy lost his grip and the weights almost crushed him because Jonathan was too busy goggling my goodies. As Jonathan struggled to hold on to the metal bar, I felt even closer to my goal.

Oh yes, I'm looking absolutely edible in this outfit, but Jonathan is looking mighty fine as well, I thought with tiny burst of sweat covering my skin.

A black, long sleeve compression top with matching pants draped over his hardened exterior. With an iridescent shine that simmered under the large industrial lights, Jonathan’s compression top acted as a seductive suit of armor. Whether he knew it or not, Mr. Knight had my undivided attention in his sweat resistant armor. It should be illegal for a man to look that damn delicious. It should also be illegal for a well-endowed man to wear pants that grafted themselves to his bare skin. With deceptive glances – glances forbidden by most – Jonathan’s compression pants molded perfectly around his private parts in a way that wasn't private at all.

With the tension of his muscles and the compression of his clothes, Jonathan – this pristine man – had both my mouth and my coochie drooling simultaneously. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I thought about the length and the width of his smooth milk chocolate éclair. Suddenly, my skin felt cold as I begun to quiver from the projections of my imagination. If only given the opportunity, 10 minutes would be enough to fulfill my deepest cravings. Hell! Just give me five minutes and I'll make it work, I imagined with the weights pushing my body back.

As my fantasies rippled through my mind, I continued to fantasize and drift even deeper into my lascivious thoughts. Even though exercise was my exterior motive, I slipped even further into my warm thoughts. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize that Jonathan was standing over me.

Serenity... Serenity! S-E-R-E-N-I-T-Y, he said while putting special emphasis on my name. But my imagination continued to take a naughty turn.

Yeah, I said with my mouth slowly uttering the syllables of the word. My own voice startled me as I pulled my feet from the stirrups and sat up to look at him. I'm sorry... I didn't hear you. Hi, did you need something? I said.

Yeah, kind of, he chuckled, Where were you? I called you like four times. You were a million miles away!

I'm sorry, I was deep in thought, I smiled as our eyes met and lingered for an uncomfortable amount of time. My mouth began to water and I swallowed…I hoped to God I wouldn’t began to drool as we continued to ogle one another.

Oh yeah, what has you so caught up that it made you lose track of everyone else? Jonathan said. Don't answer that right now, he said while he moved closer to me. Tell me over dinner.

Dinner? Are you asking me out, Mr. Knight? I asked, while I pretended that I had no idea that I was on his radar.

I most certainly am, Miss Champagne. Is it Miss? There isn’t a Mister, is there?

Yes, actually, there is.

Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know. I just assumed you were single. Please forgive me. I didn't mean any disrespect.

No problem! Don't worry about it. Mr. Champagne is my father, I said with a long giggle.

A broad sexy smile transformed Jonathan's handsome face as he said, Wow! You almost ruined my day.

Sorry, it was just too easy, I said.

So, will you have dinner with me tonight, after your workout?

Sure!

Do you need to go home to change or something?

No, I have some things in my bag. I'll just shower and change here.

Okay, that's great. Well, meet me in my office when you're done and I'll take you to dinner, he said with a grin as he stumbled over one of the weight machines.

Serenity scores! Game! Point! And Match!

Chapter 3

After a vigorous and challenging workout, I showered and prepared for my date. As a Girl Scout, I learned to always be prepared for the unexpected, I always kept a fresh change of clothes in my gym bag. You never know when an opportunity for an impromptu sleepover may arise. Well, opportunity just knocked and Mr. Knight was on the other side of the door.

Now, I have to admit that I was a little nervous as I looked in the mirror before meeting Jonathan. After passing my fingers through my naturally curly hair one last time, I sighed deeply. Adding one last coat of MAC lip gloss to my plump lips, I looked in the mirror one last time. With my face fixated on my bathroom reflection, I finally decided that I looked good enough to eat, pun intended.

I knocked on the manager's door