Page 45 of Knot Giving Up 2

She smirks at my request and kisses me back, soft lips parting for me. I reach between us and guide my cock to her center, dragging the head across her clit once, twice. She gives me a sleepy sigh. I love her like this. So pliant and responsive. I love her always.

I should tell her that.

But right now, I’m too busy enjoying her sleepy little sighs and the feel of her stretching around my cock, opening for her alpha as I enter her. When I sink all the way down to my knot, she closes her eyes and smiles happily, too tired to keep up the kiss. She moans and opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but I cover her lips with my palm. “Quiet, sunshine. I don’t want to share you right now.”

A nod of her head, and I take away my hand. She looks at me through her lashes, and we smile at each other like two giddy teens, sneaking around in the dark, exploring for the first time, enjoying this secret moment just for us.

My whole body responds as we move quietly in the dim morning light. Languid thrusts drive us both towards a building pleasure, and when I squeeze the first orgasm from her, it's beautiful. She's beautiful. So stunning, falling apart beneath me.

But I'm not content to just give her one, not after denying ourselves for days. While her core is still clamping around me, I push my knot past her entrance, covering her mouth with mine to trap any sound she might make at the tight stretch. I grind into her, small movements that keep me right where she wants me. When she comes again, I can’t hold myself back. I fill her, shaking as the sudden climax over takes me.

Worn out, we both sigh, cuddle closer, and fall back to sleep still knotted together. Just as we should be.

25

Meggie

After the Olympics, they usually turn the athlete housing into apartments, so I’m really hoping this unit goes to some boys who use 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash because there is not enough room in this bathroom for anything.

I’m putting the finishing touches on my makeup and picking up the broken bits of my eyeshadow palette off the counter, while trying to avoid knocking the soap into the sink, when there’s a knock on the front door to our apartment. That’ll be Em. She said she wanted to do dinner outside the village tonight with Ellis, Dante, and me. Something about needing to tell us something.

My face is two inches from the mirror as I try to apply eyeliner when I hear the click of heels coming down the hall. Em doesn’t usually wear heels. I hope we’re not going somewhere fancy and that my sundress and wedges are alright.

A hip bumps into mine, and I lose my balance, catching myself with a hand on the wall.

“Oops.” Ava stands in the doorway. “You don’t mind if I use the restroom, do you? I hate using the one down in the cafeteria.”

What the hell is Ava doing in our apartment?

Thankfully, I just took the eyeliner away from my eye and finished when she walked in, so I don’t have a smear across my forehead.

“No problem,” I say with a forced smile, stepping around her.

I find my traitorous best friend in the living room. “What the hell, Em? Ava?”

“I think she’s lonely,” Em whispers. “She keeps sort of hanging around me.”

I guess it makes sense. Ava’s never really hit it off with the other swimmers. I mean, there’s a reason we call her The Wicked Witch of the Pool. She probably spent what little free time she had with Harrison when they were still dating, and now that’s over, and she doesn’t have a lot of other people she can hang out with.

“She’s actually not that bad when she’s not trying so hard.”

Em has always had a big heart. It’s something I love about her, but right now having Ava in my space is making me all kinds of itchy.

Ellis and Dante come out of the bedroom just as Ava is exiting the bathroom. Mirror expressions of surprise turn on me and Em, a silent question in both their eyes.

“Hi, boys,” Ava says, flipping her long hair over her shoulder and turning her attention to Em. “Ready for dinner?”

“Actually, Ava,” Em adjusts her crossbody purse, “I was going to go out to eat with my brother, remember? We talked about this.”

“Oh, right.” Her face falls for the briefest moment before her normal resting bitch face returns. “I thought maybe you’d change your mind. You really should come to the cafeteria. Have you tried the crab rangoon yet? It’s fantastic, and food in the city is so expensive.”

I can tell Emily is about to open her mouth and invite Ava to join us, so I open mine first. “Ava, did you know Daniel is in the room right across the hall? I bet he would love to join you.”

Am I trying to set her up with a man who is a complete and total asshole? Maybe. No, not really. Ava’s catty, but she’s never kidnapped anyone. Still, she knows him already, they seemed chummy on the flight to Paris, and it’s the first thing I can think of to get her out of here.

“Of course, I know that.” She rolls her eyes. “Why would you know that? Are you still obsessed with him?”

Is that hope in her voice?

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