By the end of the conversation, Gia, Gwen, and I have recommended several books for Gray, Emmett, and Kylie to read. Holt is apparently very familiar with the genre but prefers audiobooks.
Knox has been quiet, but he’s kept us connected in someway the entire time. His hand has moved around from the small of my back to my hip and is now massaging the base of my neck. I always thought this kind of hold was a bit too dominating for my tastes, but it seems the intent behind the touch makes the difference. With each gentle squeeze of my muscles, I feel cared for—worshipped.
“Are you going to share some of your favorite scenes with me sometime?” Knox whispers in my ear. I flush at the insinuation as my brain conjures images of reading Knox the sex scenes I love most. It’s a heady fantasy, and one I might have to explore—if I’m ever bold enough.
By the time we’re ready to leave, I’ve had way more to drink than I planned. Gwen, Gia, Kylie, and I are holding on to each other as we stumble out of the bar. Our giggles are in sync, and we’re barely able to keep our feet under us.
Well, Kylie’s really the only reason we’re staying up. She seems completely fine. Was she drinking as much as the rest of us? Maybe not. I can’t even remember how many I had, let alone the rest of us.
“Soooo, where to next?” Grayson asks with a dopey smile.
“Home. For all of you,” Kylie says sternly.
Gray pouts at her. “That’s no fun.”
“You’ve had plenty of fun tonight.” She wraps her arms around his waist to help him to their car.
“Why do you always smell good?” Grayson shoves his nose into the top of Kylie’s head.
I start giggling at him. He’s a funny guy.
“Come on, Princess,” a gruff voice whispers in my ear. A shiver slides down my spine, sending a welcome bolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“What about my friends?”
Knox nods over to where Gwen and Gia are being escorted by Holt and Emmett. “They’re well taken care of.”
A happy sigh falls from my lips as I melt into Knox’s chest. “We have the best friends.”
“That we do.”
I squeal as I’m suddenly lifted into the air. Knox’s big arms feel like a giant hug, and I snuggle into his chest. “You’re comfy.”
He grunts out a laugh. “Glad you think so.”
“I’d like to say I can walk on my own, but that’s probably not true.”
“No. I doubt you could make it four feet without tripping.”
One slow blink later, and Knox is putting me in his truck. I frown at the steering wheel in front of me. “Honey, I can’t drive.”
He laughs. “I know, Princess, but you also can hardly stay upright. I’m going to buckle you into the middle seat.”
“Ohhh.” I try to move over, but the console is in the way. Without thinking, I lift it, and a crash of stuff falls into the back seat. My heart begins to pound, and I brace for the blow to come.
God, how could I have been so stupid? Of course there’d be stuff in the console. Now it’s everywhere.
“Farrah.” Knox’s deep voice makes me flinch.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I’ll put it all back.”
“Farrah,” he says again with a softer tone. “Look at me, Princess.”
I slowly turn toward him, biting my lip to stop the apologies from spewing out.
He carefully lifts his hands to palm my cheeks. “Take a deep breath for me.”
My inhale is stuttered, and he guides me through several more before my body finally relaxes.
