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The bar creaks beneath us, but I don’t care if it breaks, if the whole world crashes down. As long as he doesn’t stop.
“Knox,” I say, my body tensing as I feel my orgasm building. “I’m close. So close.”
“Do you want me to fill you?”
“Please.”
He picks up the pace, slamming to the hilt repeatedly. “You’ll be dripping with me all night. I’ve been saving it just for you, love.”
“Knox-“
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge. I scream his name, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He growls against my throat and thrusts one last time, his entire body tensing. I feel the pulse of him deep inside, the warmth, the tremble of muscles. He doesn’t stop until he’s emptied every drop.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans. “What have you done to me?”
We both collapse-him braced above me on trembling arms, me sprawled on the bar, breath gone.
Silence stretches between us.
Our skin sticks together in the sweat and the heat. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, matching the frantic beat of my own.
After a moment, he pulls out, and I turn to face him, a soft smile playing you know that?”
He kisses my jaw, my cheek, and then my mouth.
“You’ll stay?” he asks.
“For the weekend. And then maybe I’ll move in. But I’m going to work.” on my lips. I lift a hand and brush his damp hair off his forehead. “You’re crazy,
He laughs. “You’re the most difficult person I’ve ever met. Maybe a second round would help plead my case further.”
“Only if you want me to collapse halfway through.”
He helps me sit up, hands warm at my waist.
I glance down at the mess-liquor spilled, panties torn, skirt shredded. “You’re cleaning that.”
“I have people for that.”
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“I’ve never met anyone in this house, other than the surprise party guests, of course.”
“Move in, and you’ll meet them all. They are usually under strict instructions to be scarce unless needed.”
“You owe me a skirt.”
“I’ll buy you ten.”
I slide off the bar with shaky legs, and he steadies me without a word. His thumb brushes across my hip.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Just sore.”
“Music to my ears.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re such an ass.”
The sound of the front door creaking open makes us go still.
“Knox?” a voice calls from the hallway. “Where are you?”
Jade.
I scramble to gather what little dignity I have left.
“Jesus,” Jade exclaims, rounding the corner and immediately throwing a hand over his eyes. “Are you kidding me? There are people in this house, you know. Get a room.”
Knox takes off his jacket and hands it to me with a grunt. I fumble to tie it around my waist, cinching it as tightly as I can, then use both hands to pull the front closed over my thighs. My blouse is askew. My face is on fire. I can’t even look Jade in the eye.
Knox adjusts his pants and buttons up like it’s nothing. No shame. Of course not. He could probably host a TED Talk mid-orgasm without missing a beat.
“If I’m staying here,” I say, still breathless and humiliated, “he’s not.”
Jade peeks between his fingers and lowers his hand when he sees I’m somewhat decent. Then he fixes me with a hard glare.
“You people are just fond of destroying my happiness, aren’t you?” he snaps. “Your mother’s filed for divorce, Says she wants sole custody of the triplets when they’re born.”
The air in the room changes.
“She did?” I ask.
“If I can’t get her to change her mind, you better tell your sister to watch her back.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he says, voice lowering, “that there will be no happiness for her as long as I live. As a matter of fact, someone just dropped a very informative message to your father.”
No, he did not.
“You son of a bitch. What did you tell him?”
“Me? It was your mother. What do you think she told him? By the way, that’s not why I came. Some lady named Lydia dropped by the club asking for you, Knox. She says she’s your sister.”
It’s Sunday, and I am before a mirror, regretting my new choice of nails.
I stare at my reflection and try to hold the eyeliner steady with what feels like ten tiny daggers sprouting from my fingers. Each movement is careful. One wrong turn could cause the sharp tip to skip across my lid and ruin everything. Again.
I pull back and exhale. I don’t know what possessed me to get them at the salon yesterday. Maybe I was craving change. Maybe I needed a little jolt of something new that didn’t involve crying, fighting, or orgasms that left my chest tight. It was either the nails or going full redhead. I figured the nails were safer. And now I can’t even zip my jeans without stabbing my hip.
Behind me, I hear the soft scrape of wood. I glance up at the mirror and find Knox standing at the closet door.
He’s fully dressed for night work at his club. Black on black on black. Matte shirt, tailored pants. He doesn’t say a word. Just leans one arm against the doorframe and watches me with a look I can’t quite read.
“Have you changed your mind yet?” I ask, turning.
“About what?”
“Lydia.” I reach for the folded piece of paper on the dresser. “Jade dropped a number. All you have to do is call her.”
He walks into the room and sinks down onto the edge of the bed, legs spread, arms resting loosely on his knees.
“We’ve been over this,” he says. “I don’t want to see her.”
I cross my arms. “Why? You’ve made it perfectly clear that her death-or fake death-was the beginning of your problems. Obviously, you cared about her. You find out she’s alive, and you don’t want to talk to her?”
“Some things should just remain as they are. I’ve gone through all the pain of losing her. Hated who I was supposed to hate. Blamed myself. Spent years in therapy. It’s better off if we don’t meet.”
I study him, the way his forearm flexes, the distant look clouding his eyes.
“But she wants to see you,” I say.
“Why now? She left before and never returned. So why now?”
“Your mother sent her away. Have you forgotten?” www
He scoffs. “That would have been an excuse back then when we were teenagers. Now, it just sounds ridiculous. She let me think she died. I took the fall for her death. My father was so pissed he sent me away to redeem myself overseas or else face jail time. You know the rest of the story from there. And in all this time, she never once thought to come back. To reach out.”
He pauses, then adds with steel:
“You can blame my mother all you want. She’s manipulative. She’s wicked. Yes, I know this because she’s very open with her wickedness. Finn is too That’s why I don’t really care what their part was in all this. Bad people do bad things. But to trust someone and then find out they hurt you? That’s a different ballgame.”
I take a a slow breath. “There might be an explanation.”
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