He pulls his head back, breaking the kiss, but then lowers his head. His lips meet my neck, and his open-mouthed kisses blaze a trail to my collarbone. Shivers erupt over my body. His lips meet mine once more. But now he’s hungrier and kisses me harder, with a vicious desperation and passion I’ve never experienced before. I claw at him to get closer. He nips at my lip. My eyes spring open, but the pain’s gone in an instant as his tongue travels over it soothingly.
“Dinner’s here.”
David’s voice snaps me out of the moment. Panting, I stand dazed. My eyes dart away, and I rush out toward the dining room.
As I sit, Kane smiles at me like the Cheshire cat. He knows something went down.
David walks in with two full bags and places them in the middle of the dining table. He opens one bag, takes out containers, and lines them up in the center, then leaves toward the kitchen. Knox sits next to me, but I refuse to look at him, so my eyes skim the table. There’s no alcohol—dammit! I try my best to ignore Knox... but it’s hard when my skin burns from where his lips traveled across it.
“Have a little moment together, did we?” Kane asks, amused.
My eyes flash open, but I mask my feelings before glancing at him and shaking my head.
Kane raises a brow at me in disbelief as David returns with beers and a bottle of wine. Relief takes over my anxiety. When he puts the wine on the table, I stand. I lean over and take a glass of wine from him, giving him a tight smile.
David chuckles. “You should have asked for a drink earlier if you were thirsty. I would have gotten you something.”
I awkwardly smile back.
“So, tell me, how was rehab?” asks David.
“I was relieved once I confided in the counsellors and my peers. It made me realize that I wasn’t alone in going through a traumatic experience and that what happened wasn’t my fault.”
With a lively conversation and a couple of glasses of wine, time whizzes by. David and Kane tell stories about their antics and make me laugh. The mood is light. I glance at the time—9:00 p.m.
“I’d better get going,” I tell them and grab my bag from the floor.
“I’ll take you home,” Knox says.
“No need,” I counter. “Is the chauffeur still here? He can take me back.”
“Please let me take you.” Knox’s tone is gentler. He’s almost begging. “So I know you got home safe.”
My eyes soften at his request, and I nod.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and leaves the room.
Kane, David, and I stand and walk toward the front door. I give them a hug, but when I pull away from David, he pauses and whispers in my ear. “Please see Knox. I’d do anything to see my boy smile again.”
He pulls back before I can respond. I give David a tight smile. Knox spending time with me isn’t going to make him happy. Though I don’t have the heart to tell David that.
We step outside.
“Goodbye,” I say.
Knox walks through the entrance, then closes the front door. I shiver from the wind. Knox is holding a sweatshirt in his outstretched hand, and in his other is a helmet.
“Here,” he says. “You’ll get even colder on my motorcycle.”
My eyes widen. Excitement and nervousness rush through me, but I look down at what I’m wearing. “I can’t get on the motorcycle in a dress.”
His lips mash together like he’s concealing a smirk. David’s words come back to me.I’d do anything to see my boy smile again.
I take the sweatshirt and raise a brow when I inspect it:War Brothers MCis written across the back, with a skull-and-guns logo. I pull it over my head anyway. I chuckle when I peek down. It comes to my knees. “I look silly.”
“No, you don’t.”
I gaze up at him to see his eyes drifting up my body, and when his eyes meet mine, they’re dark with lust.
