Page 121 of Knot Only His

“How come the heat came on so quickly?” His mom stares at Harlow in the back of the car as Jagger unbuckles himself.

“No idea, mom but it’s coming on strong,” Parker replies as he exits the car.

His dad takes a step back. His nostrils flaring as Harlow’s scent emits like wildfire in the air. “Is she alright?”

“Jagger, can you be a good boy for your grandparents for a couple of days?” Parker’s voice sounds strained as his other two dads rush out of the house.

Jagger beams up at his grandparents, oblivious to the tension. “I’ll be fine! I’m the happiest boy in the world!”

Jagger’s feet land with a thump as he jumps from the back of the car.

Parker’s mom takes his hand and says, “Just go. But call me to let me know she’s okay. And be careful with her.”

The engine is still rolling, Asher eager to get away. Seconds later, and the car roars to life the moment we’re all back inside.

Harlow cries into Carver’s chest as I take her legs and place them across mine.

I can’t keep my eyes off Harlow as she writhes on the seat, her vanilla scent flooding the car with every passing second.

“Please,” she begs, her turquoise eyes pleading with us. “I need... I need to be touched.”

Asher’s jaw tightens, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled.

He growls through clenched teeth as he speeds up. “Just a little longer, Harlow. Almost home.”

Harlow whimpers, arching her back in frustration. Her hands fist in her skirt, bunching up the material around her thighs.

“I can’t... I need...” She trails off into a moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Before I can stop myself, my hand reaches out to steady her.

“Oliver!” Parker snaps.

But it’s too late. The touch sends sparks through me, igniting something primal deep within.

Harlow grabs my hand, pressing it against her core. Heat radiates from her even through the fabric of her clothes.

She grinds against my palm shamelessly as Carver turns to watch us with hooded eyes.

“Pull over,” he commands Asher without looking awayfrom Harlow.

Asher slams on the brakes and swerves to the side of the road, gravel crunching beneath the tires.

The instant we’re still, Carver is on Harlow in an instant. He yanks her top up with one hand while tugging down her panties with the other.

“Holy shit.” His voice is thick as he shoves two fingers inside her slick heat. “So fucking wet.”

Harlow cries out at the sudden intrusion but quickly settles into a rhythm as she rocks against his hand. Her head lolls back as she chases more contact.

“More,” she gasps between breathy moans. “I need more.”

Carver’s free hand grips her hip possessively as he works another finger inside her.

Parker curses under his breath, but remains frozen in place beside me.

Asher unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to watch her.

The car smells like vanilla, pineapple, coconut, rum, and something primal, something urgent.

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