Page 13 of Knot Forgotten

The girls' moans are louder now, harder to ignore. And they are an erotic sight, just not one I prefer because I can not tear my eyes from Blake even if my life depended on it. Sucking in a breath, I wet my dry lips. I am such a creeper.

“Is that good, Willow, Riana between your legs?” Cam asks, his voice strained. He still hasn’t released himself from the confines of his jeans.

“So good, baby,” she moans.

“Are you going to come?” he demands.

“So close,” she whimpers.

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his icy blue eyes. I’m not sure they are anything but ice now. Still, the bulge of his cock inside his ripped jeans is enough for my imagination. I’ve felt that pressed against me before. A distant memory but still there. I let my hand slip beneath my sleep shorts as the memory drags me back to that time.

“You turn me on, Rin, so fucking bad,” he growls.

My stomach drops, and my body feels funny down to my toes. But I want to get closer. I line up next to him on our beanbag. In our sanctuary. He tugs me close before laying me on my back and hovering over me.

His hips press into mine, and I gasp. “It’s too soon for this,” he admits, dropping a soft kiss to my lips before his mouth drifts over my cheek in a butterfly touch to my ear, where he sucks my earlobe into his warm mouth.

Something coils and twists deep inside of me, and I arch my hips into him, feeling a long thickness between us. It makes me feel powerful. I did this. This was me; my kisses caused this response in him.

“Cam–” I gasp as he sucks the sensitive flesh just below my ear between his teeth. He releases a soft purr, a rumble of his chest that has me submitting to whatever he wants. My body is on fire, and there isn’t enough friction between us.

“Not yet, Rin, it’s still a secret. I can’t do that to the guys.” He pulls back, leaving me panting and needy. Full of feelings I didn’t even know existed, that maybe I still shouldn’t know they exist. But now that I do—I’m addicted.

The soft whimper I have been holding back slips from between my parted lips, and Cam’s eyes snap to me, hidden in the shadows. It feels as if his cold blue eyes can pierce the darkness to seek me out, and I slip my hand from beneath my waistband as I step back. Still, I watch him. He stands, his gaze alert. Blake pauses his strokes as he follows his line of sight to where I’m hidden.

I stand frozen in the dark room, the weight of the silence almost suffocating, only broken by the oblivious girls still getting each other off on the couch. The air is thick with tension, and every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet feels like an echo of guilt. I shouldn't be here—caught in the midst of a situation that I have no business being a part of.

My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythmic reminder of the clandestine nature of my presence. I shrink into the darkness, praying they won't notice me, but their gaze pierces through the dimness like a spotlight, exposing my presence in this forbidden moment. The room becomes a stage, and I, an unwitting performer, caught in the spotlight of my own indiscretion.

“That’s enough, Riana. Willow, get dressed. You two can continue this in your room,” Cam orders, his eyes never leaving me. At least it feels like he is staring directly into my soul.

Blake tucks himself back into his pants. Tilting his head to see me in the dim room. A smile plays on his lips, the same one from yesterday, and it still doesn’t reach his eyes.

“But Cammy,” Willow complains.

Cammy? Gag. As far as pet names go, that one is horrible.

“Get fucking dressed and get out before I throw you out,” Cam barks. She rushes to follow his command.

Riana glances at Cameron before moving over to Blake in a bold move. “I know you didn’t get off, angel face, let me help you.” She palms him through his jeans, and he grabs her wrist and removes her touch in slow motion.

I frown. Angel face? That might be worse.

“You should go, Riana,” he says. She pouts. Going up on her tip-toes, she gives him a kiss that he doesn’t return before she turns to follow Willow from the room.

As soon as the door shuts, I scramble backward, attempting to make it back to my bed before they open the door fully and truly find me being a voyeur. I throw my comforter over my head and squeeze my eyes shut. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me. Right?

The creak of the door being pushed gently open fills the room and the air freezes in my lungs when the floor groans beneath one of their steps directly following the sound.

Shit.

My blanket is tugged free, and I’m pinned in place by their steady gazes.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Blake teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I tug the covers tighter, attempting to shield myself from their playful scrutiny. The air is thick with awkward tension, and I mentally kick myself for not being more discreet.

"Caught in the act, were we?" Cam adds, a sly grin playing on his lips. Some of the ice in his blue eyes seems to thaw.

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