Fuck. Real smooth, asshole.
I rub at the pain in my head as I turn around and spot her grinding on his lap as he kisses her. When we got home from retrieving Heather’s belongings, Knox was in the garage working on his Challenger. I brought Little Heathen with me to help him, keeping her out of Killian’s line of fire. I’ve been attempting to change the oil, but can hardly focus with sounds of my obsession’s pleasure echoing through the garage.
Another moan and my dick is hard as a rock.
“Do you want me to make you come, Tesoro?” Knox asks, and the memory of how hot she looked that night at the lake assaults me.
Please say yes, Little Heathen. Fuck, I’d give anything to see that again.
She nods slightly.
“Yes.”
Her voice is soft and nearly pleading.
“Take your clothes off, Tesoro. Show us your beautiful body.”
I move closer to get a better look, but stay out of her reach. She follows his orders and sits back on his lap in nothing but her tiny panties, and I nearly lose my mind. Staring at her beautiful body, nearly close enough to touch, my mouth waters for her. I want her, but I can’t have her. Not like that. As always, Knox spots my unraveling, which I hate almost as much as the goddamn voice in my head. My own voice that reminds me how fucked up I am. As if I could ever forget.
“Carter,” Knox says, and I glance at him with a nod.
Rising from the chair, he winks at her. “Let’s go to Carter’s bedroom.”
With a squeal, she wraps her arms around his neck as we walk from the garage to my room.
My brother glances at me with a knowing look, and while I can normally decipher it, this time I can’t. I’m not sure what he’s got up his sleeve. Knox walks into my room, and I follow behind as he sets her on her feet.
He strokes her hair tenderly, and I realize I’ve never seen Knox like this with a woman before. So sweet and affectionate. Knox is normally kind of an asshole to women. Not that he’s mean to them, but he tends to fuck them and toss them away. My brother has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to the opposite sex. I know what I see in her, but it makes me wonder if he sees it too.
“Get her a pillow.”
I grab the extra soft one from the bed and toss it to him, keeping my distance from her.
“On your knees, Tesoro,” he says, as he places it on the floor in front of her.
I look up and notice her eyes blown wide with panic, while her body visibly trembles.
“Little Heathen?” I ask, and she raises her eyes to mine, immediately understanding the question I haven’t spoken out loud.
“He used to make me-”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, but the pain etched in her features is evident. And all too fucking familiar.
“You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I reassure her. “Ever.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and she swipes it away angrily.
“No, I want to. It’s in the past, and I won’t let it continue to control me.”
Slowly, she kneels on the pillow, and Knox sits behind her and takes her hands, restraining them with his belt.
“I’ll never hurt you, Tesoro. This is for Carter. He needs to know you won’t touch him. If you need us to stop, tap me. Can you do this for us?”
Her answer is a simple, “Yes,” but when she speaks again, it nearly brings me to my knees.
“Carter, you have asked me not to touch you. I will never do anything to break your trust. Trauma recognizes trauma. You’re safe with me.”
I take a deep breath and step closer to her, as I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. After unbuttoning my pants, I stop to make sure she really wants this.
