Page 15 of Knot Excused
I felt sick to my stomach.
How had I not guessed? I hadn’t thought twice about them working together.
Rook was supposed to be this stern man of honor. What a fucking joke.
She raised her hips to meet each thrust eagerly, twining her legs around his back to draw him closer.
“I don’t want this to stop,” she moaned, and I saw him bend down and wind her long hair up in his hand, take a handful of her creamy breasts in one big palm.
I recognized her voice. . .
The sound of their flesh connecting filled the room, dirty wet sounds as he filled her.
“I don’t either,” he grunted in a low voice, bending closer to cover her mouth with his. “You know I only got married out of obligation. It’s not like Iwantedto marry Piper. I’d much rather do this withyouforever.”
I backed away silently as my stomach dropped. I didn’t want to hear more. I felt sick to my stomach.
But as I looked down the hall, anger began to grow beneath my skin.
I was pretty sure what was behind thatlastopen door with all the giggling.
But I wanted to see if the asshole who had made me wear this stupid dress wasalsobehind one of these doors.
Listening carefully, I made my way down the hall again, keeping an ear out. I felt disgusted but my eyes were dry as a bone.
And then I heard Erain.
He had been so anxious to get in this room he had left it open just a tiny crack.
I pressed my eye up to it as fury crackled along my spine.
He was tangled up in the sheets with Cressida, their bodies entwined together, flushed and panting. The room stank of sex and heat.
Erain stretched back and put a hand behind his head. His lean, tanned chest looked slick and wet.
She was cuddled into him, rubbing her petite foot all along his calf, her other hand on his glistening cock.
“What do you think her perfume smells like?” Cressida asked, nestling her head on his chest, her delicate white-gold ringlets falling down her back.
Erain snorted, looking down to where she was stroking his cock.
“I don’t know. Hot Cheetos and Marlboro Lights? I don’t even want to think about it. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with her for life now.”
“Maybe you’ll fall in love with her,” Cressida teased.
I recognize that voice, too.
The other woman from the bathroom. . .
He snorted. “Hell no. I’ll never feel that way about her. I plan to spend as little time with her as Rook will let me get away with.”
White-hot hate of Erain flooded my body.
Fuck this and fuck him
Fuck all of them
Stuck for life? Not on my watch. Not if I could do anything about it.
