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“No.”
“Why not?”
Knox kissed me before I could answer him, nudging himself against my entrance, his hard hips pressing down against me. I lifted one leg a little higher and he pushed himself inside me, my breath whooshing out on a gasp and my back arching as he slid deeper. He pressed his lips softly against mine again, tongue fucking my mouth while his cock fucked me slow. Deep.
It all felt so intimate. Shrouded in darkness while every inch of him was pressed against every inch of me. Hands clasped together, my breathing turned to whimpers and my whimpers turned to moans.
“Why don’t you want to leave?” he asked again and trailed his tongue up my neck.
“Because,” I answered honestly. “I’m not ready to leave you yet.”
Knox groaned and picked up the pace, his hips pistoning against mine. I held on and cried out when he hit my g spot. Reaching down, he grabbed one of my legs and and splayed a big hand on my thigh, opening me wider. “Fuck,” he gave a hard thrust and held himself there, fighting for control. “Tell me you’re on the pill,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I am, I am,” I responded quickly, bucking up against him, needing release.
His thrusts were hard and fast and I dragged my nails down his back as I came. Soon after, his body stiffened as he found his own release, growling animalistically. Dominantly.
Mine.
Chapter 12
The soreness between my legs lasted nearly two days and I felt it every time I shifted on the couch as I sat across from Dr. Van Sant.
Knox and I weren’t together. We weren’t in a relationship and he knew that as well as I did. But we were something and that mattered. What we felt for each other mattered regardless of a label and whatever could happen later on.
“Let’s talk about dinner with your parents.”
I narrowed my eyes but gave a polite smile. “How do you know about that?”
He gave his ever-polite smile and lay his pen and notebook down next to him. “Your mother called me the other day. She was very upset, saying that you stormed out without a goodbye after defending your brother’s drug problem.”
I spoke through gritted teeth as I said “Logan doesn’t have a drug problem.” I was getting very tired of having to defend Logan to everyone, including my therapist who was supposed to remain impartial. My brother wasn’t doing anything wrong, neither of them were. Both hard workers and living on their own, neither of them depended on our parents. I thought mom and dad would have been proud, but I was clearly wrong.
Dr. Van Sant put his hands up and laughed but it almost sounded fake. “Relax, Abbigail. I’m not accusing anyone of anything. I just want to get to the root of the problem.
“The problem is that I have a mother who drinks too much and a bully for a father.”
He sighed and his mouth pulled into a frown. I could feel my good mood slipping away. My parents weren’t acting like parents, and I wasn’t going to sit by and defend them when they weren’t the ones who needed defending. I was more than willing to continue my sessions with Dr. Van Sant, but only if he was going to act like a doctor and not a sidekick to my folks.
“What about the nightmares? Let’s talk about those.”
Let’s not, I thought and answered anyway. “They’re not as frequent. I had one last week but I… wasn’t alone.”
His eyebrows rose. “Is that right? Who were you with?”
“My… friend.”
He nodded and looked down at his notebook, writing something down. Unsure if I said something wrong I ran my fingers through my hair and continued to talk. “I’ve been keeping busy. Working out, going to yoga. I’ve worked a few shifts at Simone’s shop and even though I’m not making much it feels good to actually do something. It feels like if I keep my days full there’s not much room for bad dreams.”
The smile Dr. Van Sant gave me was warm as he reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing lightly. “I’m proud of you.”
I nodded and offered a small smile but I was struggling to fake it. Something didn’t feel right, like he didn’t believe me. I was about to mention it when Robbie walked in with a smiling Simone trailing behind him. She was looking beautiful as ever in a yellow maxi dress with no shoes.
The woman seriously never wore shoes.
“Hi!” she said and bounded towards me, plopping down on the couch and hooking her arm through mine. “I hope you don’t mind me just stopping by like this but Robbie came into the store and invited me over for dinner and then… I invited Knox.”
My eyes widened as I looked at my brother. Knox and Robbie under the same roof? At the same table? With knives and alcohol? I was horrified at the thought and immediately thought of that red wedding episode of Game of Thrones. I must have had some sort of facial expression that was synonymous with fear because Robbie doubled over laughing, shaking his head.
