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“Yeah well, he can joke about someone else. You are off-limits to not only my brother but every man on the whole goddamn planet.” He pauses, making me glance up at him. My stomach tightens at the look of pure desire on his face. “And now I’m going to show you just how off-limits you are.” Knox pushes off the bench, standing between my legs. My brows knit in confusion, and he smirks. “Lay back baby. I’m going to eatmypussy and remind you just who you belong to,” he rasps, taking my camera from my hands and settling it safely on the bench.

“We can’t. Anyone could see us?” There is no conviction in my lust-filled voice. He knows it. Of course, he does.

“Try sounding a little more convincing Dove,” he teases before pushing me until I am lying on my back. Glancing at him, I watch as his head shifts around, checking the area before coming back to me. “Relax. It’s just us. There is no one out here. So, make sure you scream my name when you come all over my face.” Removing my chucks, he then grips the waistband of my yoga pants and panties. He stares at me with a cocked brow and the hunger in his eyes has me quickly lifting my hips so he can pull them down my legs. This is totally reckless. We shouldn’t be doing something so intimate, out in the open for anyone to see. But I can’t stop myself. I need him. I need him to show me how much he belongs to me as much as I belong to him.

Lowering his head, he runs his tongue up my slit. My back arches, eyes squeeze shut as pleasure pulses through my veins. “Look at you Dove. Always so fucking wet and ready for me. I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he groans, before plunging his tongue inside me. I cry out as he circles my walls with slow, teasing strokes.

“Oh. My. God,” I moan, writhing on the wooden table.

Withdrawing, he pushes two fingers into my pussy, murmuring, “I might be your God Dove but I worship at your altar. You are my favorite addiction, one I never want to be clean of. You are so fucking sweet and all mine.” His words are carnal, possessive as he latches onto my clit. My back bows as I get lost in the pleasure only he can give me. His fingers and mouth work in tandem as they work me to orgasm. I am so wet, that I can hear my desire with every thrust of his fingers. My body tenses, stomach tightening. I’m close. “That’s it baby; show me what only I can do to you.” He thrusts harder as he sucks my clit like he is a damn vacuum. It’s so intense, I clamp down around his fingers as my climax hits.

“Knox,” my voice is hoarse, as I scream just like he asked me to. My body convulses, legs clamping around his head like I am his own personal earmuffs.

He chuckles, lazily licking my orgasm from me. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, shoving my legs apart as he looks up at me.

I smile, only to frown when I remember something. “Where do they think you went?” my voice is low, sated.

“For a run.” He sighs, straightening to his full height. His eyes stay on mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. Tongue darting out, he hums deep in his throat as he licks his lips. “So, fucking good. I could live on your essence Dove.” His playful eyes turn serious, and he runs a hand through his hair. “I better get back, before my brother gets suspicious. He is a lot more intuitive than your mother. It won’t take him long to put two and two together.”

I shift to a sitting position, motioning for my discarded clothes. I open my mouth to speak but am cut off by a deep voice. “Too late for that big bro. I didn’t need to do the math. Not when I get to see the live show.”

Both our heads whip around. Panic freezes my veins as I scramble to get my clothes on.

Fuck.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

KNOX

My stance is protective, possessive as I stand in front of my dove, shielding her from his view.

“Don’t fucking look at her,” I bark, as red-hot rage like I have never felt before simmers in my veins. Killian, the asshole that he is, just smirks wider.

Obviously wanting me to kick his ass, his gaze moves over my shoulder. With one glance at Madison confirming she is now dressed. I charge at him, taking him down in one swift move. We both land in a heap on the ground, Killian laughing manically but I don’t find this at all funny. Not when he has seen parts of my dove that are for my eyes only. “I said don’t look at her, fucker.”

“It’s hard not to when she is so beautiful. And when she came,” he squeezes his eyes closed as if he is remembering the look on my dove’s face. I have never wanted to kill anyone as much as I do my brother right now. “I can smell her on you. It’s making me hard. Hungry.” His voice is a whisper for only me to hear as he licks his lips and I’m done. I’m going to fucking murder him. With one hand wrapped around his throat, I lift my free one and smack him in his stupid mouth.

“Stop,” Madison shrieks, making me pause as she rushes over to us. Her eyes meet mine, begging me to stop. “Don’t do this Knox. Don’t hurt your brother.”

I glance down at said brother, who is grinning up at me with a split lip and bloody teeth. “Listen to yourdovebrother,” he taunts. If it wasn’t for my girl being here, I would fuck him up.

Pushing off him, I climb to my feet, bundling Madison into my arms. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I frown when she freezes. “What’s wrong?” She jerks her head to where my brother is now standing in front of us. His gleaming eyes bounce between us, as he wipes his split lip. I drop my gaze to Madison. “He won’t say anything,” I assure her then look to Killian for confirmation. “Will you?”

He smirks. “Your secret is safe with me.” Dove releases a harsh breath, relaxing only to tense when he adds. “Though, I will say Madison, you look exquisite when you come.”

That’s it. This fucker is just asking for a beating. I move forward to hit him, but Madison tugs on my arm, stopping my advance. “He is trying to get a reaction out of you. Don’t give him one,” she whispers, her green orbs beseeching me.

“For someone so young, your girl is wise bro. I would listen to her,” Killian’s annoying voice pierces our connection and my gaze darts to him.

“Don’t push it, asshole.” I glower at him.

He laughs, spitting blood on the ground. “So, when did this happen?” He points between us. “Gotta say bro, I didn’t take you for a mother and daughter fucker. Though I would normally call it gross. With both Scarlett and Madison, keeping it in the family never looked so damn appealing,” he drawls.

My dove gasps beside me. I press my lips to her hair in silent support. “Not that it’s any of your business, but me and Scarlett aren’t together. It’s a publicity thing after all that shit with…” I trail off, not wanting to bring up one of the reasons for my being here. Madison knows I’m not a saint by any means, but she doesn’t need to hear about me with other women. Clearing my throat, I admit, “I’ve never fucked Scarlett. The only contact we have had is what you see in the tabloids.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Well shit bro. I didn’t expect that. When I saw you with Madison, I just thought you were doing the whole tasting the forbidden fruit behind your fiancée’s back thing. Dipping your dick in the family ink. If you know what I mean.” He winks before continuing, “Not that I wouldn’t do the same. She is hot. Like top-tier hot,” I growl but he ignores me, his face turning serious. “From what I gathered Scarlett is into you man. How do you think this is going to work? And how do you think the public will react when they find out? So much for making your image look good. They are going to crucify you if they think you are fucking around with your fiancée’s daughter. It’s not exactly like you are being careful. Fuck, I only had to follow you up to this park to catch you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing.”

I shrug. “I told you. Scarlett and I are not like that. It’s a contract. One I will be out of in around six months. As for the public? I don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks.”

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