“We’re already in the middle of nowhere,” she says, and she’s not entirely wrong.
“Where we’re going is even more in the middle of nowhere.”
She’s quiet for about ten minutes as she stares out the passenger window, appearing lost, when she blurts out, “Would you really spank me?”
“Yes, Tesoro,and I promise you’ll like it.”
I glance over at her as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as if she’s trying to hide a smile. My eyes darken at her brazen flirting, but her mood suddenly shifts as she releases her lip and casts her eyes to the floorboard.
“Has Carter always been the way he is with touch?” Her eyes dart back to mine, searching for the truth.
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I ask warily, “Where did that come from, Tesoro?”
Heather’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as she explains, “I was picturingbothof you spanking me.”
A reserved chuckle leaves me, as I squeeze her thigh and turn into the massive field for the meet-up.
“Yeah, Tesoro, for as long as I can remember. Something happened that changed him, but it’s not my story to tell. If I’m honest, I was little, and don’t even know the entire story. If you have questions, you should ask Carter. I don’t know if he’ll talk about it, though. He has never been willing to give us any details.”
She nods in agreement, but her eyes tell a different story. It’s almost as if she feels pain for what my brother has been through, and that only makes me want her more. Carter has spent most of his life as a lost soul. He keeps people at a distance because of his touch aversion. All through school, kids made fun of him for losing his mind if someone accidentally touched him. It’s not a normal reaction, and we know that, but kids are fucking cruel. When we were toddlers, he was taken from us, and when we finally got him back, he was bloodied and broken. He didn’t speak for nearly six years. I swallow hard as I attempt to push the painful memories from my mind.
Forcing a smile on my face, I say, “Alright, come on, Tesoro. There are some people I want you to meet.”
I exit the car and quickly walk around to her side to open her door.
Taking her hand in mine, I help her out of the car. She glances up at me with a soft smile that makes me want to cancel the race and spend the night drinking her pussy. I’ve spent far too much time imagining what she tastes like. I don’t mindsharing, but it pisses me off that Killian was the first to know what she tastes like. He doesn’t fucking deserve to touch her with how much of an asshole he’s been. Killian is not a soft man to begin with, but once he decided she was a threat, it was game over for her. We’ve shared many women, but I don’t see that happening with Heather.
“Your car is really nice, but aren’t you afraid you’ll wreck it?”
Grabbing her hand firmly, I pull her into my arms and place my palm under her chin, lifting her head gently.
“Nice? She’s not nice, Tesoro. Isabelle is a sexy beast, not unlike yourself.”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears.
“You think I’m sexy?”
Does she really not know? This woman is not only sexy. She looks like a goddamn goddess. I stare into her vibrant blue eyes, before allowing my gaze to move slowly down her body.Fucking gorgeous.
My eyes lift back to hers, as I run my tongue across my bottom lip.
“Yes, Tesoro, you’re sexy. And beautiful. Every goddamn inch of you is pure perfection.”
I slide my hand around the back of her neck as I lean down closer to her.
“As exquisite as you are, your taste is my favorite. But as good as your tongue tastes, I'd bet money your pussy tastes better.”
Her skin turns crimson as she gasps.
“Knox.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes, Tesoro. Sexy is a goddamn understatement.”
My lips crash to hers, and she parts her pretty lips on a moan. I push my tongue inside her mouth and taste her, licking every inch of the inside of her mouth. Sliding my hand into her hair, I wrap the strands around my fist as I pull her head back andmove my mouth to the side of her neck, flicking my tongue over her pulse point.
“Knox,” she whimpers, making me want to fucking rip her clothes off and take her right here, in front of God and everybody.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hear Killian growl from somewhere nearby, effectively pulling us apart.
