He pulls back from our kiss, and stares at me with a satisfied expression.
“She tastes like a goddamn heathen. Sinfully sweet.”
I turn my head to look at Knox, and he places a hand on my face as he rubs a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Tesoro. Beautiful Tesoro.”
Out of the three brothers, he is the one I’d expect to want me least, after seeing the ugly scars on my back, yet he looks at me now like he has wanted me for a lifetime.
Knox slides a hand into my hair as he presses his lips to mine. He isn’t restrained like Carter was. A groan slips past his lips as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swiping mine with his aggressively. He bites my lip, and the copper taste creates a need deep within my core. My pussy pulses, but the feeling is unfamiliar, caused by a man's touch.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me onto my side, closer to him. If there was any doubt about how Carter would react, it vanishes quickly as he presses soft kisses to the side of my neck.
“Carter,” I whimper softly, fighting the instinct to reach behind me and touch him.
“Good girl. Touch Knox, Little Heathen.”
I stroke my fingers down the side of his face as he presses his lips to mine, while Carter growls in my ear.
“Fuck, Little Heathen. Such a perfect girl for us.”
Carter trails his tongue just under my ear, while Knox grips my chin in his palm, tilting my head to the side as he licks atthe inside of my mouth like a man possessed, when I hear the clearing of a throat.
Both men stop, as we all turn our attention to an angry Killian in the doorway. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, and a scowl on his handsome face.
“Knox, let’s go. Cinnamon is waiting. I’ve already warmed her up for you.”
I’m guessing Cinnamon is a woman, and the pang of jealousy in my chest doesn’t make any sense. It should not bother me, but it does. Is Knox going to get up and go fuck this other woman? I’m assuming, since Killian got her ready, they must share her. Maybe that’s their thing.
My heart pounds as I wait to see what he does.
It shouldn’t matter. I shouldn’t care. But I do.
For the first time in my life, I felt cherished. Wanted. And now, some woman named after a fucking spice is taking it from me. With Killian's help. He really does hate me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KNOX
He must be fucking kidding me right now.
“What?” I ask, and Killian chuckles obnoxiously.
“She’s wet and ready for you, brother,” he says, as he wipes the evidence from his smug grin. Killian brought his favorite stripper home last night, and has been trying to goad me into joining them. This is not for my benefit, but for my Tesoro. I know he wants her gone, but he’ll have to do a lot better than this.
“I’m good. You can have her all to yourself. I’m right where I want to be, with the only woman I want.”
Heather sighs audibly, like she’s relieved. Did she really think I’d get up and run off to get my dick wet by another woman?
“Knox,” Killian growls, as he narrows his gaze at me and clenches his jaw.
Leaning forward, I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently until she whimpers, and I hear my brother storm off in a huff.
Releasing her lip, I stare into her gorgeous blue eyes. The fear of rejection is as clear as fucking day. This girl does not know her fucking worth, but she will. If it’s the last thing I accomplish, sheis going to know who she is. These fuckers in her family clouded her vision, but Carter and I will clear it.
“Did you think I’d go, Tesoro?”
She nods slowly, as she fights back the unshed tears in her eyes.
