Page 80 of Burnout
Since everyone else is preoccupied, I listen in on Knox talking to his youngest brother. They’re talking about colleges, I think. Knox is asking him if he’s heard back from a coach in Illinois. Flynn is all shoulder shrugs and head shakes. He says very little, but Knox just keeps engaging him until finally he glances away. His gaze starts to scan the room like he doesn’t know where I am, then he smiles when he sees me sitting next to Brogan with wine in my hand.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to leave you to the wolves,” he says, walking over to the edge of the couch in front of me.
“We don’t bite,” Brogan protests. “We’re like really playful wolves who just want to have a good time.”
“Have a good time with someone else.” Knox inclines his head and takes a step back. I feel five sets of eyes on me as I follow him out of the living room and down a hallway. He stops at the last door and pushes it open, then holds out a hand for me to enter.
“I’m gonna shower quick, but I figured you might want to hang in here instead of being subjected to my brothers fawning all over you.” He rolls his eyes.
“They’re nice.”
“They’re a pain in my ass.” He grabs the frame of the door that leads into what I suspect is the bathroom and stares at me for a beat. “Be right back.”
Once the shower turns on, I walk around the room, greedy to explore every detail of his room. It’s a pretty good size. Big enough for the king-size bed that sits in the center of one wall. The frame is simple, dark wood. And there’s a matching nightstand on one side. The top is bare except for a charging dock.
I glance toward the bathroom door and then open the top drawer. A bottle of lube rolls and hits the front of the drawer next to a box of condoms. I wince at the noise and close it quickly.
The walls are painted a light gray and the curtains are black and pulled closed. I glance back at the bed, noting his black comforter and laugh. At least he’s consistent.
His dresser is the same dark wood as the bed and nightstand. It sits in front of the bed. Two drawers aren’t shut all the way – sock drawer and boxers. I don’t snoop in the others. On top of the dresser is a stack of folded clean clothes. I drop my nose, Knox’s familiar smell of leather and lemons filling my nostrils.
A TV is mounted over the dresser and the only other item of interest is his closet. It’s ajar, so I walk into it. It’s mostly empty. One side has clothes hanging on it. The other is bare and on the floor is what I assume is riding gear.
I hear the shower cut off and start to leave, but two pictures taped on the inside of the door catch my eye. Neither are framed, but they’re taped up where Knox must look at them sometimes. One is of what I presume to be him and a woman, his mothermaybe. Knox can’t be more than five or six. He has the same smile. A little cautious and reserved even when I can tell he’s happy. The woman is beautiful. Light brown hair and big brown eyes. Her smile is everything Knox’s isn’t. Big and filled with so much happiness it practically jumps out of the photo.
The other one is of him and his brothers. They’re older here. Maybe even taken recently. They’re standing in front of the bar at The Tipsy Rose. Knox is standing next to Hendrick, who has one arm thrown over him and the other around Archer’s shoulders. Brogan is lying on top of the bar and Flynn is sitting on a stool.
I hurry out of the closet only a few seconds before Knox reappears. Dressed but hair still damp.
“That was quick,” I say and then take a sip of my forgotten wine.
“Sorry. Did I leave you enough time to snoop?”
I laugh and don’t even try to pretend like I wasn’t doing just that. “Yes, but sadly I didn’t find anything interesting. No whips or chains, ball gags.”
“You must not have looked very hard.” His demeanor shifts and the way he’s looking at me is a lot like he did before he took his victory kiss.
“Really? Show me.”
He shakes his head slowly. “Uh-uh. Not yet. I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
My breath hitches and the next second his mouth is covering mine. Without breaking the kiss, he takes my wine. I hear him set it on the nightstand as he walks me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the bed.
Everything happens so fast. I’m on my back and he’s trailing kisses down my body. Lifting my shirt so he can reach more skin and then unbuttoning my jean shorts. I help him push themdown. He swats at my hands when I try to do the same to my panties. “I want to unwrap you all myself.”
My stomach flutters as he inches the pink material down slowly. He pulls off my panties and spreads my legs apart. His stare burns my skin. The kisses he places along my inner thighs and low on my stomach are gentle. His eyes flick to mine as he brings his mouth down close and licks up my folds.
“Oh God,” I groan loudly.
I swear I can see him smirking as he does it again. My legs quiver and I push my hips lower, desperate for more. He swats my pussy. Not hard but I’m so keyed up that it stings and then pulses with new pleasure.
“I’m in charge in here, princess. Be a good girl and hold still.”
The only reason I comply is because he doesn’t make me wait. His mouth covers me again. This time he adds more pressure and alternates sucking on my clit.
“Knox. Please. More.” My words are broken up with cries of ecstasy. Guys have gone down on me before, but it was never like this.
One of his fingers slides into my pussy. Then he adds a second.
