Page 88 of Up In Flames
“Do noteverstop him from coming to me. Am I clear?” he growls at Phoenix.
“Crystal,” Phoenix replies with a combination of annoyance and worry on his face.
“Hey,” I say, rubbing a hand up Knox’s chest, trying to lighten the mood. “We’re all good. He just wanted help cleaning up.” I hope it earns me some points with Phoenix. I like the guy. And I can appreciate that he’s looking out for Knox.
“How come you didn’t tell us Karen came by this morning?” Phoenix asks, a look of hurt on his face.
Suddenly, more people are filing into the kitchen behind us, and Jake slaps Knox on the shoulder. “Thefuckdid he just say?Karencame by? Like to your house?”
Knox pokes me in the side, making me jerk because it tickles. “You’ve done it now,” he teases, the tension from a moment ago evaporating into the air. He pulls me in front of him and wraps his arms around me while telling a kitchen full of people about his reunion with his ex-wife.
Cheers go around, and I get several fist bumps when he tells the guys that I purposely called Karen by the wrong name.
“Too bad she didn’t see the bite mark,” Phoenix says, somehow managing a straight face. His comment earns me another poke in the side.
“Bite mark? Now we’re getting to the good stuff,” Hudson says, stepping around us to wash his dish in the sink.
Knox can’t hide his laughter as he says, “Oh, but she did. I was shirtless when I answered the door.”
I whip my head around to look at him.
Correctly reading the mortification on my features, he says, “I was glad to have your mark on me. It was the best reminder thatsomeonewanted me while I was standing face-to-face with the woman who didn’t.”
Knox begins peppering my cheeks with kisses, his fingers sliding under my shirt until finally we hear, “Okay, okay, we get it. You’re gay now. Your guy’s hot. We approve. Go get naked somewhere else.”
I think Phoenix is my favorite.
By the time Knox and I leave, the mood is much lighter; the tension is completely gone, and everyone hugs me, making me feel like part of their group.
As soon as my truck door closes, Knox says, “I’ve been waiting all fucking night to see what you have on under those jeans. Take them off.”
“Now? We’ll be home in like twenty minutes.”
“Ten. We’re going to your place. Take them off,” he repeats.
Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, I pop the button and begin sliding my jeans down my thighs. “Knox, you have to keep your eyes on the road or we’ll die before you get a chance to see everything,” I warn as his eyes affix themselves to my groin.
“Then move faster.”
I laugh as I continue working my pants down my legs.
I chose one of my favorite pieces: a teal satin thong that has straps that run down the front and back of my thighs and connect to another strap that runs around the circumference of my leg. The wordsEat Meare spelled in rhinestones across the front.
“Fuuuuuck,” Knox groans, taking my semi and turning it into a fully blown, trapped erection.
He’s mesmerized as precum darkens the satin.
“Knox, the road,” I admonish breathlessly.
He leans his massive frame over the center console, and I’ve never been more thankful for his huge wingspan as he places his palm over my dick and starts rubbing. I spread my legs wider, trying to give him better access, but I only have so much room before my knee is against the door and my hips are thrusting against Knox’s palm.
He’s alternating between pressure from the heel of his hand and featherlight brushes of his fingertips. Both feel fucking incredible over the now-wet fabric.
“Knox,” I groan, practically writhing in my seat.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re needy, baby. I can’t wait to get you naked and mark every inch of your flawless skin,” he answers. His hand continues torturing me while his words wreak just as much havoc on my system.
By the time we pull into the parking lot of my apartment building, I’m primed and ready to explode. My balls ache, and I’m on a hair trigger. I struggle to pull my jeans back up over my erection to get inside.
