Page 13 of Knock Knock

“ThenTeen Wolf?” he shouted from inside.

“Hurry up before my buzz completely fades!” I shouted back, then to Maddox, I added, “That loser is obsessed with teen werewolf dramas.”

Maddox smirked, but then he eyed me with a challenge. “You think that’s how you wrangle a Sawyer? Watch this.” He banged on the doorframe and Devon looked at him from the table. In a gravelly tone, he said, “Flip fuck?”

Devon was out and in the truck with Gnat in under thirty seconds. Maddox gloated. “Try it with Nate. Might make the werewolf shows more fun.” He laughed, getting up and sauntering off to take Devon home. That smug fuck.

Nate walked out a minute later. “What happened? Never seen Devon move so fast.”

I stood up, an inch or so taller than him, got right in his face, and said, “Flip fuck?”

Nate swallowed.

“Wait. That wasn’t the right tone.” I cleared my throat and tried to harness that same level of gravel as my brother. “Flip fuck?”

“Hell yes. Let’s go.” He smirked, and goddamn my dick for liking that.

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I hadno idea where the chat got off to, but one rum turned into a lot of rums, and then we were half naked at Kaylee’s. How did we end up here, and why did I hate it? This felt like moving backwards, and to be fucking straight with ya, I didn’t appreciate her lips on his neck.

I glared. Nate watched me over her shoulder. When my eyes shifted to the hand he had on her ass, my glare must have intensified because he dropped it to the arm of the chair and kept watching me.

Why the hell couldn’t I look away, and why was I so mad? Sex had always been a fun thing, and here I was, ruining it by being… possessive?God, Xavi! Get your shit together.

“Xavi,” Kaylee moaned, calling me over.

I snapped out of my mood and walked over to them. She was on his lap, her back to me, so I leaned down to kiss her neck.Eyes. On. Nate.When my hand reached for her chest, Nate’s fingers viced around my wrist, tangling in my many hemp bracelets, and pulled my arm away.

I glared.

He glared.

What the fuck was happening?

“God, guys,” Kaylee complained. “This is so fucking typical.” She climbed off his lap and scoffed at both of us. “I don’t even know why I bother. You’re both fucking cowards.”

I was in the middle of being offended by her, once again treating us like immature assholes, when Nate did something that turned my hurt feelings into something more diabolical. He grabbed Kaylee’s wrist, pulled her back onto his lap, and fisted a hand in her hair as he made out with her. When he tugged on her hair to angle her head, he opened his eyes and stared right the fuck at me.

Was it a challenge?

This game had never been about competing with each other, and now I didn’t know what to do with all these feelings! Grumpy ones. Jealous ones.Possessiveones.

Kaylee moaned, finally getting the attention she deserved. Back in this thing, she reached for me, and her hand landed right on my cock. She rubbed me through my boxers, and I glanced down to watch her work me up, and then got even more worked up when Nate growled.

Nate. Growled.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my dick, so I grabbed her body and pulled her off his lap. Kaylee was happy we were fighting over her, but I’d stopped thinking this was a race to get her off. No, this was a fight to stake a claim, but I wasn’t even sure what we were claiming.

Nate stood, Kaylee’s body between us, but our eyes were only on each other. Taunting me, he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, his hands wandering while his eyes stayed on mine. So I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my hips, taunting him right back. When his mouth went for her neck again, I beat him to it and our foreheads brushed.

A goddamn fire burned in my skin, and I had no idea when my dick had gone from a semi to a hard-on. Did she do that with her hand, or did he do that with his bluntness?

A tug-of-war style fight carried on, but when it became clear we were both holding back, not making a single move to actually fuck her, she got fed up again.

Then the tension between me and Nate died as she fed into our insecurities.

“Fucking children,” Kaylee scoffed, wrapping herself in a robe. “Everything is just a game to you. Take something seriously for once!”

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