Chapter 69

“Here, put your feet up. I’ll give you a massage, baby doll. You deserve it after tonight. Thank you for coming with me. I had a great time with you.”

His warm hands start to massage the base of my foot, causing me to relax into the leather seat. My eyes close, and I sink further into the seat, getting comfortable as the city lights pass us by.

“God, that feels incredible! You’re the one who deserves a massage, though. You were in your element tonight. And thank you for inviting me. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did. I had a wonderful time.”

I begin to rub my arms for warmth, and I feel him remove his jacket and drape it over my shoulders. His cologne envelops me, and I open my eyes to find him smiling at me, the same way he smiles at Eden. “What?” I ask, curious about his thoughts.

“You look adorable in my jacket. Tonight was incredible, and you were the highlight. Especially when you laughed so hard while we were taking photos.” His hands stop massaging my feet and start to gently rub my legs.

He leans in closer, our faces barely inches apart. I can feel his warm breath on my lips. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all night.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night, baby doll,” he murmurs, as if reading my thoughts.

Our lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. I part my lips when he teases my lower lip with a gentle bite, allowing his tongue to meet mine.

Our tongues dance together, and my hand slips up to the side of his strong neck. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

I lift my leg and straddle him, deepening our kiss. One of his hands rests on my neck while the other strokes my lower back. I shuffle closer, pressing my chest against his.

~God, I hope we don’t crash. This isn’t exactly safe.~

His hand leaves my neck, trailing down my arm until it reaches my hip. He pulls me closer, and my arms wrap around his neck. His hands move to my butt, holding me firmly.

The warmth of his hands through my dress sends shivers up my spine. ~God, I’m so turned on right now.~ He gives my butt a firm squeeze, and I can’t help but moan.

He does it again, his thumbs trailing up under my dress. Our heads move from side to side, but the pace of our kisses remains the same.

I press myself closer, feeling his hardness against me. He groans, the sound vibrating through my throat and down into my stomach, pooling heat low in my belly.

His hands continue to explore under my dress, caressing the skin of my legs and butt. The roughness of his hands on my skin feels incredible. His hands seem to be searching for something, but I’m not sure what.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and we stare at each other. Our breaths mingle, and his eyes dart between mine so quickly that I’m getting lost in them. His bright blue eyes show an emotion I don’t recognize.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” His tone is incredulous, but he’s right. I shake my head, still lost in his hypnotic gaze.

He closes his eyes as soon as I confirm this and sighs loudly, throwing his head back against my arms.

“Alex,” he groans, sounding frustrated. I pull back, surprised. “Why aren’t you wearing any? And why am I only finding out about this now?” He still won’t look at me.

“I...you could see them through the dress...and I didn’t have a thong with me...so I decided not to wear any. Nobody noticed. You didn’t, so...”

“That doesn’t matter, Alex. Jesus, any pervert could’ve been looking up your dress tonight.”

“Nobody was looking up my dress tonight, Knox. I covered myself. It’s not my first time doing this—”

“Oh, I know it’s not your first time, baby doll. Next time, tell me—”

“And have you go crazy, ignore me again, and lock me up in the room? No thanks, I’m good.”

I climb down from his lap and sit in the seat next to him, pulling my dress down and adjusting his jacket around my shoulders.

“Damn right I would lock you in your room, Alex! I don’t want any other guy seeing that!”

“That? Wow, okay then. I didn’t realize you were so disgusted by it—”

“Alex! Stop. I’m not disgusted by it. Does this look like I’m disgusted by you?” He points to the prominent bulge in his pants just as the car stops outside his condo complex.

The door opens and the seats are pulled forward for us to get out. Knox steps out first and holds his hand out for me, which I ignore. It feels like déjà vu from that night out again.

I grab my heels and take off his jacket, shoving it back at him. “Here, take it! I don’t want it.” I storm off toward the entrance of the condo.

I hear his footsteps close behind me. I push the door open, wave to the receptionist, and jog over to the elevator, pressing the button.

~Get me to bed, now!~ I chant in my head. He drapes his jacket over my shoulders again, knowing I’m cold but too stubborn to admit it. I take it off and hand it back to him.

The elevator dings and we step in. I lean against the wall, looking down at my bare, dirty feet. He stands next to me and sighs. I know he’s looking at me, but I’m too annoyed to care.

When we reach his floor, we step out and head toward the door. But he doesn’t open it. He just stands there with his hands in his pockets and his jacket slung over an arm.

“Open it,” I demand quietly.

“Not until you look at me.”

“No, open it, Knox.”

“Alex, look at me.”

“No, just open the damn door, Knox! I’m tired of this.”

“Alex, look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. I surrender to his demand, and the moment our eyes meet, his lips are on mine again, our kisses feverish and desperate. He lifts me into his arms, and I hear the soft beep of the keycard and the door opening.

Our kisses are intense, fast, and I’m drenched with desire. I can’t help but grind against him, seeking that sweet friction that promises pleasure.

~God, I can’t control myself.~

He kicks the door shut behind us, his jacket discarded somewhere in the room. My clutch follows suit, tossed carelessly aside. I don’t care about anything but him.

I yank off his bow tie, tossing it into the chaos. Clothes are flying everywhere as he carries me to his bedroom.

He lays me gently on the bed, his body pressing against mine. I can feel the hard planes of his abs through his shirt and my dress, and I start to unbutton his shirt, eager to see his bare chest.

His hands find the zipper at the back of my dress, pulling it down slowly, pausing our heated kisses. He looks at me, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs before his lips are on mine again, this time with a gentleness that takes me by surprise.

As the fabric of my dress loosens around my back and shoulders, he slides the strap down my arm, revealing my bra. He pauses, his gaze lingering on the sight, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, Alex. I can’t control myself around you,” he confesses, his eyes drinking me in.

“Then don’t,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can think. His eyes meet mine, filled with an emotion I can’t quite decipher. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his bare chest.

He’s sitting up, hovering over me, and I reach for his belt, pulling him back down to me. My hands explore his skin, our breath hitching in unison. I let my hands roam over his bare chest and abs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I respond by unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside. I don’t care about anything but him. All of him.

I nod, and he starts to kiss my neck, pulling my dress down past my hips until it’s completely off. I’m exposed, but my bra still covers my breasts.

With a swift, practiced move, he unclips my bra, and I can’t help but smile into his shoulder as he continues to kiss my neck.

“Practice makes perfect, huh?” I tease, making him laugh. He removes my bra, sitting up to take in the sight of me.

I’m completely naked. In Knox Carter’s bed.

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby doll,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. His hands start to explore my body, starting at my thigh.

He licks his lips, pausing for a moment. I sit up, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down. He slips them off, laying me back down to kiss me.

His bare chest presses against mine, and we both moan at the contact.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Carter,” I whisper against his lips. We exchange light, playful kisses, smiling at each other. The air in the room is thick with anticipation.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now,” he murmurs.

I bite my lip, studying his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion I see there. ~What is he thinking? This feels like a dream.~

“Do you have a condom? It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, so I don’t have anything—”

“We’re not having sex, Alex—”

“What? Oh, sorry, I thought— I thought that’s what you wanted? Sorry, I’ll just—” I start to get up, embarrassed that I misread the situation. ~God, why am I such an idiot—~

“I’m going to make love to you.”

My eyes widen in surprise at his words. He’s going to make love to me? ~Holy shit! What?~ He reaches into his drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom.

He slips his boxers off, and I finally get a glimpse of the tantalizing V-line that leads to his arousal. He’s hard, and I can’t help but stare.

“Wow...” I murmur, making him chuckle. He unwraps the condom, rolling it onto his length. “How the hell is that going to fit in me?” I stammer.

“It will, baby doll. I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you,” he promises. He’s on top of me, one hand teasing my breast while the other explores my body.

I let out soft moans, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat of his touch. His hand slips down to my core, his fingers circling my sensitive nub.

“You’re soaking wet for me, baby doll,” he whispers against my skin, his breath hot against me. His movements become faster, leading me towards the edge of an intense orgasm.

But not yet. He teases me, letting me build up, my moans filling the room.

“Knox... Oh god,” I moan, making him smile against my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he loves to tease me.

He pulls away, licking his fingers, my taste on them. “You taste so delicious, baby doll. Just like the last time,” he murmurs. He teases my entrance with his arousal, and I whimper, desperate for him.

“This is actually happening. Are you sure about this, baby doll?” he asks, his jaw tense, hoping I won’t change my mind. But I want nothing more than for him to be inside me.

I’m about to make love with my brother’s best friend, the guy I’ve despised for years. ~Oh, how the tables have turned.~

With a nod, I accept his hand, guiding him gently into me.

“Are you okay, Alex? Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he murmurs, a hint of worry etched on his face. I pull him closer, our lips meeting in a kiss that tastes faintly of me.

“I’m okay, Knox,” I assure him, encouraging him to fill me completely. He begins to move, a slow rhythm that hits all the right spots.

His grunts of pleasure fill the room, his hand exploring my body. His touch sends shivers down my spine, a delicious tingle that makes me crave more.

“Fuck, Alex, you’re still so tight! How?” His moan is deep, filled with desire.

“Drew and I didn’t have sex a lot—”

“Fuck! If you were mine, I’d never let you leave the bed.” His words are punctuated by a thrust, the pace gradually increasing. The friction of his skin against mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our moans mingling in the air. We kiss again, a battle of tongues as he continues his rhythm.

Pulling back slightly, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful, Alex.” His lips pepper my face with small kisses, his smile infectious. I can’t help but mirror his joy.

My head falls back as his pace quickens, my legs wrapping around his waist. The sensation is overwhelming, my head spinning, stars dancing in the darkness.

“Fuck, Alex! I’m so close,” he grunts.

“Oh, shit, Knox! Yes, right there! Right there!” I plead, and he obliges, his pace quickening even more. His hands slam onto the headboard above me, gripping it with all his strength.

“Knox! Fuck! Faster! Faster! Yes!” My nails dig into his back, eliciting a hiss and a bite of his lower lip.

“Shit! Baby doll! You feel amazing,” he moans, his words only serving to turn me on more. The pleasure builds, his length hitting my spot over and over again, my clit throbbing in time with his thrusts.

His pace remains steady, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the room. The pleasure is building, threatening to consume me.

“Oh, Knox, I’m close!” I whimper, the anticipation building inside me. He grips my waist, his pace increasing to the point where the headboard is banging against the wall and the bed is shaking.

My body is slick with sweat, the cool air of the room causing me to shiver. My nipples are hard, one hand squeezing my breast while the other traces the V of his abs.

“Fuck, Alex! Hold it out! Say my name when you cum, baby! Cum hard for me.” His words are a command, a plea, and I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

As I near my peak, my breath comes in short, ragged gasps. The pressure builds, threatening to explode.

And then it does.

“Knoooox! Ohhhhhhh,” I moan, my hips bucking, toes curling as I grip the sheets with one hand, the other scraping his abs.

The pulse of my orgasm rips through me, my walls tightening around him. Pleasure courses through my body, spreading out from the epicenter he’s created.

My body is still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, moans escaping my lips as he continues to thrust, prolonging the pleasure. My walls pulse around him, and he lets out a roar of his own.

“Fuuuuuck, Alex!” The headboard splinters under his grip as he releases inside me, collapsing onto me, panting.

I know he’s careful to keep most of his weight off me, not wanting to crush me. We lie there, panting, staring at each other. I brush his hair back from his sweaty face, cupping his cheek.

His eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen, clear and mesmerizing.

That was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had. My heart is still racing, slowly calming as time passes.

“Wow,” I breathe, earning a smile from him that could make any woman’s knees weak. He kisses me again.

“My thoughts exactly, baby doll.” He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

We just had sex.

Knox and I just had sex.

He was inside me, and I loved every moment of it.

I just had sex with my brother’s best friend.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me up his body until we’re face to face. I rest my cheek on his chest, listening to the wild beating of his heart.

He’s coming down from a high. His arms tighten around me, as if afraid I’ll run. His lips are in my hair, his breath warm against my skin.

“I like this,” he murmurs, his words a soft echo of a memory from Savannah.

“Me too,” I whisper against his skin. His heart is still racing, and I lay there, listening to the rhythm, until it begins to slow.

I slip into the bed beside him, cuddling up to him. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer.

“You do know you broke your headboard?” I glance at the damage, and he follows my gaze.

He laughs softly. “Well, I can always get another one. Good to know I can turn into a beast when we’re together.” He winks at me, his smile as captivating as ever.

Knox buries his face into the crook of my neck, his laughter vibrating against my skin as he teases, “You’re going to have to cover those love bites I gave you, baby d—”

“What?!” I exclaim, pulling away from him. “Knox! You did not give me love bites! You’re such an ass!” I make a move to get up and inspect the damage in the bathroom mirror, but he tugs me back down into the warmth of his chest, grinning down at me.

“I couldn’t resist, baby doll.”

“Knox! That’s not funny! I’m going to have to hide these from everyone! Why would you do that?”

“Because I wanted to...”

“Why? You’re so annoying! I’m mad at you!”

“Why not? I don’t want anyone else giving you them. You can’t stay mad at me, I’m adorable,” he says, flashing me a grin that’s so charming it’s almost impossible to resist. Almost.

“That’s not for you to decide, Knox! I stopped talking to you for months, let’s not forget that! So yes, I can stay mad at you.”

I turn my back to him, pulling the covers up around me in a huff. I feel him prop himself up on his elbow, his chin resting on my shoulder as he peppers my neck with soft kisses.

“How could I forget? You drove me nuts when you didn’t speak to me. I hated every minute of it. Come here, baby doll—” He tugs on my shoulder, pulling me onto my back, his body hovering over mine.

“I— I just want you all to myself. I didn’t think, I just did it. I never thought I’d be in this position with you, and now that I am, I’m taking every opportunity I have before we go back. Because it’ll be hard for me when we’re back in Savannah. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m going to find it hard.”

“Because of Kyle, my brother and your best friend... I get it if you don’t want to be around me after this—” I say, contradicting my own feelings.

“No, that’s not what I meant, Alex. I want to be around you. I want to be able to hug you, to hold you, to kiss you, and to date you. But I don’t want to rush into it. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I want you to want this. If you don’t want to date now, I can wait—”

“I’m not going to make you wait—”

“I’d wait for you, Alex,” he says, his voice so confident and sure that it takes me by surprise. He’d wait for me?

“I understand you’ve just come out of a relationship and are not sure of what you want. I get that. But I know what I want, what I’ve always wanted.” He punctuates his declaration with a soft kiss on my lips that sends a shiver down my spine.

I can’t help but smile. “I’m still mad at you for giving me these,” I say, gesturing vaguely to my neck.

He leans in, his nose brushing against mine. “You’ve always been so stubborn. It drives me crazy how stubborn you are... but I love that about you. And I... love... every... single... bite... I’ve... given... you.”

He punctuates each word with a kiss to my neck, revisiting the same spots a few times. I snuggle into him, his strong arms wrapping around me as his lips rest on my forehead. Our legs are tangled together under the crisp white sheets in his chilly room.

The cold makes me burrow deeper into his warmth. “I should turn down the temperature more often if I get these cuddles from you, baby doll,” he teases, making us both giggle as I snuggle even closer to him.

“Goodnight, Knox,” I murmur, the exhaustion finally catching up to me.

“Goodnight, my beautiful baby doll,” he whispers back, his voice the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep.