Page 54 of As Thick As Thieves

“I think—” Knox didn’t let me finish.

“We’re not going back, Whitlock. If Stone comes anywhere near you, I’ll kill him.”

“That’s a little dramatic.”

His fingers threaded through my hair, jerking my head back to look up at him. “I won’t fucking lose you again. Do you understand?”

To anyone, Knox’s expression held anger and frustration, but I saw the pain he hid behind the mask. He was terrified of something happening to me, and this was as close to putting it into words that he could manage.

“I understand, baby,” I whispered, his eyes softening at the term of endearment, but his lip lifted into a snarl as if he was disgusted by it.

“Good. Stop being such a pain in the ass, and let us handle shit, okay?” He turned to Cruz, annoyance on his face. “Are you guys going to hang out here for a while?”

Cruz sighed, giving me a wary glance before replying. “Yes, why? Are you leaving? I’m sure someone can take me home later.”

“Yes, I’m leaving. Whitlock’s coming with me.”

I frowned, glaring up at him and crossing my arms. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me,” Knox snapped, and Beckett waggled her eyebrows at me.

“He needs to remind you he’s full of that alpha-male bullshit. Take advantage of his ego. You’re about to get railed with a purpose.”

“I’m not—” Knox scruffed the back of my neck, steering me towards the door before I could finish my sentence, a scoff of outrage leaving me. “Hey! I want to stay here! If you want to be a grumpy piece of shit, that’s your problem!”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the car, Whitlock,” he threw back, slamming the door and cutting off the amused chuckles from the others, forcing me in the direction of the car. Once he’d shoved me into the passenger seat, he made his way around to the driver’s side and climbed in, giving me a scathing glare. “Like it or not, but I’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. Got that?”

“No. I’m not in the mood,” I lied, his hand roughly forcing its way down the front of my pants, a dark chuckle leaving him as he swiped his fingers through the wetness between my legs, pushing two inside with ease.

“Liar. Do you like fighting with me, babe? Does the thought of me using your pussy like a fuckdoll get you off?”

“Knox—” I tried to sound angry, but it came out breathless and desperate, making him grin as he removed his hand from my pants, cleaning his fingers with his tongue before speaking.

“Secret’s safe with me. I was going to tell you to warm yourself up on the drive home, but I don’t think you need to.”

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, a snicker leaving him as he finally started the car and backed out of the driveway, heading towards home.

Chapter Twelve

Knox

Penn didn’t understand how fucked up everything was. Stone was dangerous and could try to cause her harm, especially now that she was the reason his world was falling down around him. In his eyes, anyway. In reality, he had no one to blame but himself.

Now, I had to worry about Owen too. He came across as nice, but I didn’t like the guy, and neither did Cruz or Drake. He wanted our girl, I saw the jealousy in his eyes when we’d touched her.

I was being a dick, but between my possessive bullshit and my fear of losing her, I was close to the breaking point. Luckily for me, Penn saw through my asshole behavior and after two minutes of driving, her hand slid onto my thigh, giving me a small squeeze to let me know she understood.

We drove in silence the entire drive back to the Heights, and I’d hardly shut the door behind us before I was on her. She squeaked into my mouth as I kissed her, my fingers yanking at her shirt impatiently, needing to dominate her and remind her that she was mine. I was being too rough, I knew that, but she didn’t complain as she let me angrily jerk the material over her head before going for her pants next. My shirt tore as I wrestled it off, tossing it aside blindly as I grabbed her throat to force her lips to mine again.

She was consuming me, and the fact that I was oblivious to our company proved it.

“Getting a good look, Lavaro?” Penn murmured against my lips, and it took a second for me to register her words before I pulled away to scan the room, finding Ander leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in hand, amusement on his face.

“If you were a good friend, Whitlock, you would’ve kept your mouth shut and kept going.”

“Eyes off!” I barked, making Penn scowl as I shielded her small body with mine, glaring at the cocky asshole across the room. “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“Why would I? I don’t have any morals. Besides, this is my fucking house, not that any of you seem to remember that.” As much as he was being a dick, his eyes remained on mine and he didn’t make a move to come closer. He was winding me up on purpose.

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