We separated while my heart was still racing, and my pussy was still pulsing.
Now that it was over… what was left?
Was I just an itch to scratch? And Knox, a horny man finding a willing outlet?
Or did I actually mean anything to him?
The look on his face right now told me we were something special. Somethingbig.
He reached out a hand, caressing me. Rough skin grazing across my smooth cheek.
I didn’t care who’d come before me. I just knew I wanted to be his last.
His voice was husky, his eyes soft as he said, “Gwen, I’d like to—”
We both froze as a loud series of knocks pounded on the front door.
“What the fuck?” he whispered.
“I don’t know,” I responded, shaking my head.
Shit.
“Did they come home, and we didn’t hear them?” he asked.
Were they knocking on their own front door to see if we were done yet?
“This is embarrassing. I wassoloud. I think we’re busted,” I told him.
“I don’t mind. You’re the one who wanted to keep us a secret.”
I looked up at him in shock while I hastily buttoned my shirt. We were both scrambling back into our clothes, and there was no time to deep-dive into that conversation further. No matter how much I wanted to.
“Can we talk about that more later on?”
“Yeah. I’d like that,” he said huskily.
He and Eric were going hunting. And then Emerald was hosting a movie night tonight.
“Maybe after the movie?”
He nodded. “Yeah, or before it, if we can sneak away.”
Knox looked like he didn’t want to wait that long, but there were more urgent things to deal with right now.
Like the incessant knocking.
Feeling guilty as hell we both walked out of the laundry room and to the front door.
“But why are they knocking?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I have no idea. I just… hope you’re okay with our secret coming out.”
Then he opened the door.
A stranger stood there. He was wearing a Navy SEAL sweatshirt. Dog tags visible on top of it. A weary look on his face. And there was a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Navy issued.
“Eric?” the man asked.
