Page 64 of The Knockout

“Do you know who else is moving in with Madman and Callen, now that they got all this space?” Nixon asks, not at all taking the hint that I need him to leave.

“No. I didn’t ask.” Mainly because I’m too pissed they’re getting our place at all. The perfect lighting. The two floors. The easy access to the rooftop.Assholes.

“Yeah. Me either. They didn’t say when I asked them earlier. It was kinda weird.”

I shrug, trying to move him along, but he waits for me. Why are men so damn dense? “Listen, I just need a minute, then I’ll be down, okay?”

“Sure, good twin.” Nixon picks up the box and looks around the room. “It’s bigger than my room at Ares’s place.”

“Get out now, Nixon. I swear to God, if you move into my old bedroom, I’ll tell you in great detail every single guy I screwed in here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He makes a disgusted sound and storms out. “Fucking gross.”

I close the door and lock it for good measure. “He’s gone.”

Ares bursts out of my closet and grabs my face. “If I ever hear you talk about fucking another man again, I’ll have you over my goddamned knee so fast, you’ll see stars before I ever let you orgasm.”

Sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Yes, please.

“Do you understand me, baby?”

“Fuck yes, I do, and I want that.Allof that.” I slide up to my toes and suck his lip between mine before pushing my tongue in. “I want it now,” I pant because that’s what he does to me. Damn.

Ares takes control of our kiss. His hand wraps around my throat and slides it up to my jaw, and holy hotness, I want to bend over right here, right now.

“Better figure out a way to sneak me into your room tonight, good twin.” He smacks my ass so hard, I know there’s a red hand print on my cheek, and I squeak.

“Yes, sir.”

“I like it. Let’s play with that later.” He walks over to the door and listens for a second before he opens it and slips out. “Tonight, Grace.” And then he’s gone, and I’m left standing here wet and wanting. Damn, my man is hot.

Once it’s just Brynn and me in the guys’ old condo, which I still refuse to callournew condo, I try one last time to get the goods. “Come on, Brynnie. Spill it. You loved that place. What happened to make you swap?”

“Listen,” she tells me as she yanks green and pink rubber gloves up to her elbows and dumps out the cleaning supplies on the kitchen counter. “It doesn’t matter. What matters now is that this is the new condo, and I’m so excited you’re here with me for the summer, Grace. Now grab a pair of gloves and get cleaning. This place smells like Callen’s dirty gym socks.”

Brynlee St. James is just as much a Kingston heiress as Lindy.

But unlike Lindy, you’d never know it if Brynn didn’t tell you herself.

Her mother, Scarlet, is the oldest Kingston sister, and she’s the general manager for the Philadelphia Kings, as well as part owner of the Revolution.

Then there’s her dad... Cade St. James. The dad we all had stars in our eyes over every time we went to her house asyoung girls. He’s a former MMA heavyweight champion, and he’s gorgeous. Likegor-geous.And together, Cade and Scarlet have always done their best to give each of their kids as normal a life as possible, which definitely shows in how Brynn lives her life.

Right about now, I wish she’d at least be open to hiring someone to come and clean though. But to Brynn, cleaning is cathartic, and she’s about to make this place her bitch.

“Whatever you say, crazy lady.” I yank the gloves up and wait for my orders as she sprays something all over the kitchen countertops.

“Listen, it just made sense. That’s all. You’re only staying a few weeks, and I don’t need a five-bedroom condo all to myself. You’ve all moved out and moved on, and I’m the only one left here. So help me make this place livable.”

She passes me a bucket filled with supplies for the bathroom, and I take it with a groan. “Seriously? Can’t we hire someone to do this?”

Brynn stops and looks at me. “Sure we can. And while we’re waiting for them to get here, you can tell me what the hell is going on with you and the god of war because we haven’t had five minutes alone to talk since you got back. And you better believe I didn’t miss the fact that you two showed up together.”

“Fine. I’ll scrub the damn bathroom.” Anything to not have this conversation.

“Bathrooms, Grace.” She waits with her brows raised. “There’s two of them.”

“I hate you,” I grumble and walk away.

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