Page 18 of Knot Giving Up 2

“I remember everything, baby girl.”

I smile and kiss him, wiping my tears. “I’m okay. Just overwhelmed. You all are…” I can’t find a word strong enough. They’re amazing. Incredible. The best.

“We’re yours. That’s what we are,” Nils says.

“Come on,” Dante squeezes my hand. “Let’s get a little rest before dinner.”

“Sleeping now will just make the jet lag worse,” I reply.

“We can rest without sleeping.” Oz gives me a devilish smirk, pulling me forward so I stumble onto the bed laughing.

Laying on my back, I look around the room, taking in all that they’ve done. Worry creeps in to ruin the moment. “Don’t you think a nest might make people suspicious?”

“No one will be in this room but us,” Dante assures, laying down next to me and pulling Ellis beside him.

“And hopefully McQuinn and Harrison.” Nils lays down on my other side.

Oz crawls over me, his hips settling between my legs and his head resting on my chest. “If they can get their heads out of their asses.”

The conversation dies there as we all fall silent, thinking of our other two teammates. Despite the flirty promises of a second ago, the moment we’re all lying down, sleep wins out over libido. Jet lag really is a bitch. Ellis and Dante curl in on each other and kiss, but their heavy eyes soon close and then their lips fall away from each other as sleep takes them. The same moment their breathing grows steady and soft, Nils snores lightly.

Sleepy, but a little wired after my orgasm from Ellis, I run my fingers along Oz’s muscular shoulders as we snuggle. “Why does McQuinn hate me?”

“He doesn’t hate you,” he says softly. “He just… I don’t know. He and Nils have a complicated relationship. I don’t think McQuinn letting you in will be easy if he keeps Nil’s at arm’s length.”

“Like Harrison is doing with me.” My gaze skitters away from Oz and studies the ceiling fan.

“Nah, that’s different, baby girl.” He kisses me, three quick pecks. “Harrison just doesn’t trust himself. I bet when he comes around, he’s gonna be a hurricane. Not that he’ll compare to me, though.” His cocky grin lights a spark in my belly. “I’m as good as two men.”

My giggle is stolen by another kiss, this one softer, more demanding.

When he pulls back again, his energy has changed. His dark brown gaze is full of so much feeling it nearly drowns me. His scent, so potent it makes me dizzy. Summer evenings and blooming jasmine calling me to him. The cockiness is gone, replaced by something deeper, more intimate.

“I wish I could smell you right now.” He drags his nose along the shell of my ear and down to my collarbone. His cheek rubs against mine as he marks me with his scent. It’s clear where this is going, and my body responds to the smell of romantic kisses in a summer rainstorm with a pulse of desire.

Tenderly, quietly, I pull his shirt over his head and we undress each other. His dark tattoos blend into the shadowy night of the room. I run my fingertips along the swirls and shapes that decorate his flesh.

“What do your tattoos mean?”

His chest rumbles with a low growl. “They mean I had at least $100 at the time and thought they looked cool.” Kissing his way along the curve of my breasts, he sucks one nipple into his mouth to distract me. His tongue flicks the taunt peak. “You really want to talk right now?”

I gasp at the touch, wrapping my hand around the back of his head to keep him close. “Yes.” The word comes out as a moan.

“The roses are for my mom,” more kisses along my sternum to my other breast, “her name is Rose. The penny on my back is for my brother. Life’s a coin flip sometimes.” Oz’s fingers dance across my inner thighs. “Pirate ship is for my cousin. He’s in the Navy. The unicorn is for my niece. She picked it out.”

His fingers slip inside me, and my head lolls to the side in bliss. “Unicorn?”

I can feel his grin as he lifts his head from my breasts and kisses me. “It’s on my thigh, camouflaged well.” More kisses along my neck, his breath hot against my ear. “My left calf, a buddy did when practicing to be a tattoo artist. My ankle hurt like a mother trucker.”

My back arches as he licks my ear, and I vow to look his body over more thoroughly in the sunlight tomorrow.

The other men sleep as Oz blankets me in kisses. His hard length slides along my center, coating himself in me. “If Harrison wouldn’t kill me for it, I would bond you right now, baby.”

“And I would want you to.” The words end on a soft gasp as his tip pushes into me.

His lips rejoin mine, and I swallow his moan.

“You feel even better than I remember,” he whispers. “I think about you, and I know I have to be remembering wrong. That you can’t be this much like heaven, and then I slide into you and—fuck, my memory wasn’t even close.”

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