AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Nothing, no I didn’t, I’m not going to tell him anything.
He said a new doorman is just as easily bribed as an old one. Except next time, his lackey would bring knives. And maybe he wouldn’t go aseasyon me.
A chill slips down my spine, and I force the thought into a box in the back of my mind. I’ll open it later, when I’m ready to digest it. But right now, I just… can’t. Not when the pain is still so present in my mind.
“Sunny.”
I flinch. “Don’t.”
“You don’t like it when I call you Aurora, you don’t like it when I call you Sunny. What am I supposed to call you? Wife?”
A strangled noise comes out of my throat. “No.”
“That’s what you are.” He glances at Jacob, who’s studiously ignoring us, then unbuckles. And the next thing I know, he’s climbing in the backseat with me.
“What are you?—?”
“Stop.” He presses his finger to my lips. “Just shut up.”
And then he kisses me.
I hate his kisses because they make me forget the six years betweenthenandnow. They make me forget that we don’t get along, that he told me he never wanted to see me again. That he’s refused to let me go and refuses to believe me.
In two days, we’re playing Miles’ team.
There’s one way to prove that Miles and I didn’t sleep together, but Knox isn’t going to like it. Not that that’s ever stopped me, but still. The thought is a little nerve-racking. Like I’m going to give up something just to prove a point.
Actually… Yeah, no, I’d absolutely do it to prove Knox wrong.
But anyway, he’s kissing me, and I’m thinking about his brother—not exactly strong evidence to the contrary. I cup his neck, my thumbs on his pulse points. It’s quick, and I smile against his lips. Because he’s affected by me just like I’m affected by him, and I just can’t contain my satisfaction at that.
The front passenger door opens, and I break away long enough to spot Melody sliding into the seat. But before I can say anything to her, Knox pulls my face back around to his.
And God, why does that turn me on?
Even as Jacob greets her, I can’t focus on the words. I just taste Knox. And the slide of his lips on mine, the sweetest seduction in the form of wicked promises. Gosh, it’s hard to remember that I hate him when his tongue moves against mine like this.
And why is he kissing me anyway?
Why can’t he keep his tongue to himself?
He’s pulling at my hips, and I slide onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, my chest brushing his. We’re glued together from hips to shoulders, to our open mouths, and if we weren’t in a half-public place, with his friends literally a foot away, I’d be tempted to push us further. As it is, I grind myself on his groin. He’s hard, although his pants do a somewhat poor job of containing it.
“Don’t have sex in my truck.”
Knox lurches, and I glance over my shoulder at Jacob. He’s twisted around, slapping Knox’s knee.
“Too close to her ass, dude,” Knox murmurs, tugging me closer.
Because we’re doing this, apparently. The whole possessive thing.
I don’t mind it.
It takes me another second to realize we’ve arrived at a twenty-four-hour diner. Jacob and Melody get out, and it takes me another moment to disengage from Knox.
The fucker smirks at me, tired butsatiated, like he just got his fill of me and can die happy. Although he can’t, because he hasn’t actually gotten off. And he won’t. That’s not in the cards for him. Not when he scored three goals instead of the agreed-upon two.
I already foresee my punishment coming from a long distance. The echo of a train when I’m tied to the tracks.
