Page 5 of Knight's Last Chance

“I’ll be fine,” Rhea calls out, jumping out of her hiding spot and glaring at her brother. “I don’t need a sitter.”

“Eavesdropping, little sister?”

Rhea walks up to us, but I notice her eyes look anywhere but at me, and fuck if that does not sting a bit.

Look at me, sweetheart, I almost beg. The need to see her adoring eyes locked on mine comes with an intensity so strong, it shocks me, but Rhea gives me no such reprieve.

She doesn’t meet my eyes even when she steps up next to her brother. “It’s a good thing I was eavesdropping. You need to stop treating me like a child, Priest,” she says with a pout, and all I can do is stare at her mouth.

I didn’t think she could get any prettier, but the girl is a fucking blueprint of femininity. Dressed in a short black dress that highlights her perfect figure from the swell of her breasts, down to her narrow waist, and to the porcelain white of her thighs . . . I ache with the need to touch her.

All blood rushes south, and within seconds of being close to this girl again, my cock starts to fill my pants.

My heart hammers in my chest as I stare at her, and I can’t help but think how easy it would be to push her against the wall, reach under her little dress, and tug down her panties. I swallow harshly as I imagine dropping to my knees and lapping at her little cunt, burying myself in her scent and taste and taking everything she offered me the last time I saw her.

I want to lose myself in her sweet scent, bury my nose in her neck as I rock my cock into her fast and hard. I would press my mouth against hers to swallow her cries. Fingers digging into her thighs, I would feed her my cock and—

“I just thought you would be more comfortable with Knight. You seemed closer to him than anyone else in the camp before you left.”

My head shoots up, and I break out of my lustrous thoughts when I hear my name, and I bite back a curse. I can’t believe I am having these thoughts about my best friend’s sister with him standing right in front of me, but I can’t help myself.

I want Rhea.

“I’ll take care of her,” I say hoarsely, forcing a cough to clear my voice when the siblings stare at me strangely. “I won’t let Rhea out of my sight all night.”

I watch in amusement as the girl narrows her eyes on me before quickly looking away. I can tell she wants to fight her brother on this, but by doing so, she’ll have to reveal why she doesn’t want me around her. I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t want him to find out what happened between us, which only makes me want to clear the air between us even more.

“How about we go for a walk, Rhea?” I offer, and her eyes flash at my words. “We can catch up before tonight.”

It’s an olive branch, and she takes it. Albeit, unwillingly.

“Fine, I’ll grab my shoes,” she says petulantly, turning around to head back inside. “I was getting tired of listening to Priest and Sky giggle like schoolgirls anyway.”

“Hey!” Priest protests, but she’s already disappeared. She reappears a few minutes later with her shoes and joins me on the porch. We start down the small path that leads to the woods behind our houses, hoping for more privacy to chat.

Rhea has her guard up; I can feel it, and I am determined to break it down.

“So, how’s college?” I ask lamely, in an attempt to make small talk with the ice queen walking next to me.

“Good.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Tons.”

“Any . . . boyfriends?”

A beat passes and then another, the sound of our shoes on the dirt path so loud it claws at my insides.

“I’ve dated,” she says, her words threatening to send me to my knees, but I have no right to react in any way. Rhea is not mine. I made sure of that.

“How about now? Seeing anyone?” I push down the thick lump in my throat and force the words out.

“Actually, yes. He is a nice guy from California. He wanted to join me for this trip, but he has a part time job and couldn’t get off work.”

I clench my fists and force my expression to remain blank as we walk down the path and into the trees. “Does he treat you well?”

“Like a princess,” she says, her confirmation tearing at my heart. “He takes me on romantic dates, holds my hand on campus, and he tells anyone who’ll listen that he’s going to marry me when we graduate. I’ve even met his parents, and they are lovely people—”

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