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Not that I care to notice much. Not when my body is so alive again. Thrumming just from his closeness.
I grab either side of his face and draw him to me until my lips meet his. His tongue tastes sweet but the kiss is anything but. It’s soft at first, tentative even. I don’t pull away so he deepens the kiss, becomes more aggressive.
The plastic tub of peanut butter topples to the floor with a noisy clatter and a few loud bounces before it rolls away. His hands wrap me up and tug me close to him by the curve of my hips until every inch of his towering muscle is upon me. With little strength he lifts me off the floor so my toes rest on top his feet and he inches us to the island in the kitchen. Cool countertop teases my thighs. He presses into me as if we weren’t already close enough. As if we’ll never be close enough.
He pulls me forward until my center meets the hardness beneath his jeans and I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips. Everything about him feels good.
So good that I almost forget the plan that I had in my mind when I started all of this.
I grip his hard biceps but when I hear the door open, I let my hands fall lifelessly to my side. A show and a shadow of the girl I have been since I left the library today.
Rough hands push Reed off of me, holding me firmly where I stand. My part continues as I let my eyes fall to the floor and make no move to speak or appear as I’m anything other than a prop in the moment.
It’s one thing to kiss me in the small hidden space in the school library where only the librarian can find you but it is another to kiss me in your best friend’s house. Especially when your best friend is Knox Reyes.
And especially when he’s right here.
“What the fuck?” Knox growls, pointing an accusing finger at Reed. “Are you trying to take advantage of her? She isn’t in the right headspace for your bullshit.”
“You think I’m taking advantage of her?” Reed laughs a low and rumbling sound that I can feel in my core. He looks over Knox’s shoulder for some form of help I won’t be giving him.
Sorry, not sorry. It’s my turn to play the game you boys were always so good at.
How does it feel?
How does it feel to trust someone so completely and then be fucked right over by them?
“She doesn’t seem all that interested to me.” Knox swings the pointed finger at me. All he sees is the sad, unhinged girl, who walked out of the basement his father left her in. “Nobody touches her. That is the rule.”
“You mean like you haven’t?” Reed’s pretty gaze becomes a dangerous glinting thing.
“You say that like you know what the hell you’re talking about.” Knox remains careless but something in the atmosphere changes. I try not to let a triumphant smile rise on my face.
Broken girls don’t smile.
“I know that you, that Landon, you’ve both played the line and broken that stupid ‘no touching’ rule since the day you made it. You think I don’t notice anything because I’m busy with football. You’re so fucked up, Knox.”
“You’re fucked up if you think you can talk to me like that.” Knox’s even voice never raises but he leans a little closer.
“Oh,” Reeds leans back dramatically laughing, drawing out the word. “Too big and bad now that daddy is home to handle any harsh bit of truth tossed your way?”
Wow, men really run away with a drama scene when you hand them a script.
Knox grinds his teeth but doesn’t respond. Reed shoots me another desperate glance. He’s waiting to see if the girl that walked in here and playfully toyed with him is still around. I give him a quick wink. He shakes his head with a grimace.
Does it hurt? Does it hurt the way you hurt me?
Here I stand like a bomb that has detonated and I get the pleasure of watching destruction come falling down around me.
“Don’t touch her.” Knox finally spits. “And don’t… don’t talk to me.”
Reed pushes past us, giving me a deep dark glower from under his blonde brows. The door swings closed behind him. Then for a heartbeat Knox and I are alone. Our eyes lock and he sighs long and slow.
Steady hands settle on either side of my thighs and I can see how much his life is weighing on him. I’m a mess of wanting to hurt them the way they hurt me and wanting to comfort them.
“You okay?” Knox asks on a tired, rasping voice.
I shiver in response, my body telling me to stop being a stupid, vengeful girl and care about these boys. Because they deserve to be cared about.
