Page 66 of Hot Knot Summer
“Which view are we talking about?” I ask suggestively. “The mountains or the one you got of Levi’s abs last night?”
“River!” she gasps, but I can hear the laughter beneath her feigned outrage. Then she’s laughing. “I might need to stay until I finish this book,”she muses after a moment. “I forgot what it feels like to write without constantly second-guessing myself.”
“Done,” I say immediately. “No backsies.”
“Did you just say backsies?” she asks, giggling. “What are you, twelve?”
“Mentally? Sometimes. Physically? I’ve been assured I’m very much a grown man.”
“I bet you have,” she mutters, and I grin at the flirtatious undercurrent in her voice. “Anyway, all good as you called?”
“Yep, just checking in on you, that’s all. Making sure there are no spiders coming after you for revenge.”
“Oh God, don’t even joke about that,” she groans. “I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.”
“You know,” I say with deliberate casualness. “Levi’s actually pretty good at handling spiders. You’re lucky he was there. I would’ve probably just filmed the whole thing.”
There’s a moment of silence on her end, and I can practically hear her trying to decide if I’m joking.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I tease. “It would’ve gone viral. Hot Omega vs. Killer Spider: The Showdown. We could’ve monetized it, split the profits.”
“You’re terrible,” she says, but I can hear the laugh she’s trying to suppress. “And I bet you hounded Levi for details when you two were alone, didn’t you?” she asks abruptly.
“To be fair, the guy is solid and didn’t spill,” I admit, genuinely impressed by Levi’s restraint. “Whatdid you do to him? He’s never kept a secret from me before.”
Her laugh this time is more satisfied, almost smug. “I appealed to his sense of honor.”
Still no sign of the police. “So, tell me about this book you’re writing. I want to be able to brag that I knew you when.”
There’s a pause, and I can practically feel her considering how much to share. “It’s a fantasy romance,” she finally says. “The fifth in my series. This one has a bit more adventure than the others—my heroine is on a quest to find a magical artifact that can save her kingdom.”
“Oh, Atlas mentioned you were writing something about him. Same story or different?” I tease. “Can I be in your story, too? I’d make an excellent roguish thief or charming prince.”
She laughs. “Do you guys share and talk about everything?”
“Yes,” I say, my tone shifting to something more serious. “Every single thing.” I pause for effect. “Well, except where Levi made a promise not to.”
“You’re so easy to talk to,” she says after a moment, her voice softer. “I should probably let you go, though. These words won’t write themselves.”
“Go create worlds, wordsmith. I’ll see you later.”
After we hang up, I sit in my car, waiting for the damn cops and thinking about Emma. It’s impossible not to imagine what she looks like naked now, especially after Levi’s non-answers and the way sheblushed anytime the shower incident was mentioned.
Her wet hair would fall down her back, darkened to a rich honey-gold. Water would bead on her skin, trailing down the generous curves. Her breasts would be larger than they appear, spilling over my hands when I cupped them, topped with rosy nipples that would harden under my touch.
I imagine her on her knees in front of me, those big hazel eyes looking up as her pink lips parted. Or bent over the kitchen counter, her bare ass raised, begging for my hand to come down on it. Emma’s legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her against the wall of the shower, her head thrown back in pleasure, my name a breathless cry on her lips.
My cock throbs painfully against my pants at the mental images. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about her, like some hormonal teenager. If the cops weren’t due any minute, I’d seriously consider taking care of this uncomfortable situation right here.
The fantasy refuses to leave as I picture Emma spread across my bed, her hair a golden halo on my pillow. Or Emma riding me, her back arched, those perfect tits bouncing with every move. Emma on all fours, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks as I thrust into that sweet pussy from behind, claiming her with every inch of me.
Even more intoxicating is the idea of sharing her. Not just taking turns, but all of us together—Atlas holding her down, sucking on her nipples, while I fuckher mouth, Levi buried between her legs. The three of us worshipping every inch of her, driving her to the edge of pleasure over and over until she’s limp and satisfied, marked by all of us, claimed completely.
Mine. Ours.
Movement in my peripheral vision jolts me from my increasingly deepening daydream. I lift my gaze toward the burned cabin, where a brunette figure is picking through the charred remains and partial structure of the house remains. She’s slender, dressed in dark jeans and a fitted jacket, moving quickly as she sifts through debris.
