Page 3 of Knight's Last Chance

I take that as my cue to leave them, and they let me. My bedroom is just as I left it, with a few small changes like the roses on the nightstand and new sheets. The windows are open to let in fresh air, and I find myself wandering over to them, hugging my arms as I stare out and try not to think of him.

But I can’t help myself.

His house is right next to Priest’s, having bought it the second it came on the market shortly after Priest and I moved out of the clubhouse, and my room faces his living room. Many nights during my first year living here, I found myself spying on the man as he sat on his sofa watching some kind of sports. Sometimes he was shirtless, and I would just ogle him, wondering how those firm, tattooed pecs would feel under my fingers.

Whenever I saw him lift his beer bottle to his lips, I wondered how the alcohol tasted in his mouth. It made me feel like a creep, but I couldn’t look away from the beautiful biker that lived next door.

Sometimes . . .

Sometimes, I thought he did it intentionally—walking around his house in nothing but a pair of boxers, letting me see his V-line and dream of those dangerous, stormy gray eyes as I played with myself under the covers.

My sex tingles with need at the memory, and I bite my lip as I stare into the house, startling as my eyes catch on the man standing by his window, watching me too.

I’ve dreamed of those eyes and that mouth—that body—every night since I left for college. Not one boy at school has lived up to the perfect man staring at me with only a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, water dripping down his hair to his chest and down to his six pack, and—

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I duck down and sink to the floor. My cheeks flush with mortification, and I just want to melt and become one with the floor.

He saw me.

I press up and peek back out the window to find him still standing in the middle of his living room, staring straight into my room. Goddamn him for looking so good with his long midnight hair and delicious tattoos. He looks even hotter than I remembered, and that annoys me for some reason.

“Should have taken the taxi driver’s offer to give me a ride back to the city,” I whine to myself as I lower back to the floor. How the hell am I going to face Knight now? The man caught me watching his home like some stalker.

There is no way I can face him. My brother’s best friend and the vice president of the Steel Order MC. The first and only man I have ever loved. And my only heartbreak.

Chapter Two

Knight

Rhea is back.

It is the only thought that swirls in my mind as I stare up at the empty window that only moments ago was occupied by a familiar redhead. The same girl I have tried hard to erase from my mind with little success.

A part of me is convinced that I just made her up, but I can still see her red hair peaking above the windowsill. She is not as hidden from sight as she might think she is, and I would chuckle if I wasn’t rooted to the floor in shock. Cool air blows through the open window and over my wet body, making goosebumps pebble on my skin, but I barely notice the chill.

Rhea is back.

It annoys her when people call her Red, so I’ve always called her Rhea. The memory of her bright smile every time I called out her name is ingrained in my mind. It’s bright and youthful, and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on anyone. I haven’t seen it for nearly a year.

She’s back!

My heart hammers in tune with my pounding head. I can’t get over the shock of seeing Rhea long enough to step away from the window and walk to the kitchen, where I was headed in the first place. I was on my way to grab a bottle of water after my shower when I caught sight of the girl watching me from the window next door.

She didn’t notice me at first, giving me a chance to study her, and fuck, she is just as beautiful as she was when she left for college. Maybe more so.

Memories of perfect dark brown eyes shyly staring up at me crowd my mind, and suddenly it’s all I can see. I remember Rhea twirling a red strand between her fingers, her voice smooth and sultry as she told me all about her dreams. She’d occasionally bite into her lips, and that would send all blood rushing down south with thoughts I had no right harboring for my best friend’s little sister. Fuck, even that did not stop me from wanting her perfect body or imagining her angelic face begging me to protect her and . . . corrupt her.

It’s so clear in my mind. Almost as if it happened yesterday and not so many months ago. The months between then and now were the worst of my life. Months of pretending I didn’t want to board the first plane and chase after her, but I knew better than to do that.

I shake my head, cursing when I notice my cock jutting against my towel. Great, now I have a fucking hard-on for the girl. This is why I pushed her away in the first place, but now . . .

She’s back.

I have no idea how long Rhea intends to stay, but I can tell it’s going to be torture. Seeing how she immediately hid when I caught her watching me, I bet I am the last person she wants to see.

“Fuck!” I hiss, brushing my wet hair from my face and turning away from the window. If we’re going to spend the next however many days around each other, I might as well clear the air between us. If not for my sake, then for hers.

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