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I tightened my arms around him, smiling against his chest. “I have no idea, but I’m fine with the idea of a bit of sex-related choking, just saying.”
His amused chuckle vibrated through me. “Yeah, I got that impression.”
“Sorry you’ll have to play chauffeur to me for a while longer. I’ve got another test booked at the end of next week.” I paused as a thought struck me. “That’s nearly the time when you stop giving me lifts anyway, isn’t it? Your mum said you had to do it for what, four weeks? I guess I’ll be cycling if I don’t pass.”
Gathering a handful of my ponytail, he tugged lightly so that my head tilted back. He lowered his head, taking my bottom lip between his, then released it. “You’re not cycling. We’ll work something out.”
“Why do you care? You’re not my boyfriend or anything.”
“I’m aware of that.” Releasing me, he walked over to his bed and took a seat on the edge. I turned to face him, leaning back against the door, watching as he rubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck knows why.”
I smiled helplessly at him, and he frowned. “Don’t look so smug.” Tugging his phone from the pocket of his black joggers, he threw it onto the bed next to him and then crooked his finger at me. “Come here.”
When I was standing between his legs, he wound his arms around me again, his hand running down the back and over my ass, squeezing it. “Fucking sexy.” He met my gaze. “You came to watch me play—did you think I looked good?” An arrogant smile spread over his face, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, scraping my nails over the back of his head.
I shrugged, my own smile widening. “You were alright.”
“I was more than alright. I was fucking exceptional.”
“Do you mean exceptionally arrogant?”
He shut me up with a kiss.
“I’ve never had a girl in here before,” he told me when we finally broke apart. Lifting his hand, he traced a finger over my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting it slide inside. I wrapped my tongue around the digit, watching as his eyes darkened while he tracked my movements with his gaze.
“I know you told me that before, but it surprises me,” I said honestly when I released his finger, running my hand down his chest and lower until it rested on the hard bulge there. His cock pulsed under my grip, and he groaned low in his throat.
“Fuck, baby. No. No one gets to come in here, like I told you, and even so, I don’t like bringing my one-night stands into my private space. Here or back at my parents’ house. That’s—” He broke off with another groan when I eased his cock out of his joggers and then sank to my knees, running my thumb across the head and spreading the precum around the tip. “Fuck. Keep doing that. That’s what the lower level of the crypts is for.”
I stared up at him from beneath my lashes. “So…you’re saying I’m special?”
He gripped my chin, tugging my head forwards until his cock rested against my lips. A smirk curved over his mouth. “Very fucking special. You’re about to suck my dick in a place no one else has ever sucked my dick before. Open up.”
By the time he’d come down my throat and then made me sit on his thighs and ride his fingers until I came all over them, I’d forgotten all about my earlier disappointment, my mind blissfully blank.
Eventually, I raised my head from where I’d been slumped against him, catching my breath. The sound of music filtered through my consciousness, a thrumming, heavy beat.
“After-game party,” Knox said in answer to my unspoken question. “I can sneak you out of here when it gets busier, if you want…” He bit down on his lip. “Or…you can stay here if you want to. Stay the night.”
This felt like a huge step, and I wanted nothing more than to stay, but I had to confront my mum. The familiar crushing guilt filled me again, and I knew there was no way I could put it off any longer. It would have been completely selfish of me to stay when I was hiding something so big from the man I was beginning to fall for. Something that could hurt his family, badly, and I wanted no part of that anymore. I decided there and then that I was going to come clean to him. He deserved the full truth, even though I knew that it would mean the end of us. It was the right thing to do.
“Knox.” I pressed my palm to the side of his face, rubbing my thumb across his chiselled jaw, his stubble rasping under my touch. “I need to go back to the house tonight. I need to speak to my mum alone.”
Beneath my grip, his jaw tensed. “Why?”
“I…I can’t tell you. Yet. But I will. I promise. Can you trust me to do that? Give me until the end of the weekend, and I’ll tell you everything. No more secrets. No more lies.”
His gaze was searching. I stroked my hand up the side of his face and then around to the back of his neck.
“I know you have no reason to trust me. But please.Please—”
“Okay. Fuck knows why I’m agreeing to this, but for some fucked-up reason, I actually believe you. Just don’t let me down again. I can’t fucking handle you lying to me, Elena. Not after I—” He cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I’ll drive you home, and then I’ll come back here. If you want me to give you until the end of the weekend, then I will. I’ll stay away from you.”
“Thank you.” I pressed my body into him, lowering my head to the dip of his neck, resting my chin on his shoulder. “I know I have no right to ask you to trust me, but I just need this weekend.” Tonight, I’d confront my mum. Tomorrow, I’d pay a visit to London. And then on Sunday, I’d deal with the remaining fallout, gather all of my information together, and tell the Ashcrofts everything.
Running his hand up and down my back, he sighed. We stayed like that for a while until I eventually raised my head to meet his gaze. The weight of everything was threatening to drag me under, and I knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t let me near him once he knew everything.
He gripped the back of my head, pulling me to him as his mouth came down on mine. I kissed him back, tasting salt as I finally let my tears fall. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m so sorry.”
