His eyes laugh at me. “You want me to fuck you hard again, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.
He laughs.
We snuggle, talk, and have sex over the next couple of hours. Sometimes it's rough. Sometimes it’s sweet and tender, but Knox always checks in with me to make sure he’s not even accidentally hurting me. Then he gathers me close, and I fall asleep with my cheek against his heart.
I wake to soft guitar music.
Peeling my eyes open, light floods the room through the open drapes as I lie on my belly with the sheets covering me. I roll over to find Knox sitting upright in bed with his ankles crossed. He’s in black briefs and nothing else as he plays the guitar.
It’s the weekend, so none of us have to be anywhere or do anything, just rest.
“You said you’d play me something tonight on the porch,” I remind him with a smile.
He stops playing to lean over and touch his lips to mine. “Didn’t want to wait. I started playing when you started stirring. You hungry, beautiful?”
“A bit.” A little more than a bit, but I don’t want to move and I don’t want him to go. This feels like a picture-postcard moment I’m not ready to let go of yet.
Knox turns to his closed door and shouts. “Elias! She’s hungry.”
I raise my eyebrow.
“Elias knocked on the door to ask if we wanted breakfast while you were asleep,” he explains. “He was making pancakes, and I told him I’d ask you when you woke up.”
“Oh, okay.” As long as he isn’t doing it just for me.
He's strumming his guitar, and I'm watching him with a smile when there's a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” Knox calls out.
Elias pushes the door open, looks at Knox playing guitar half-naked, and then at me sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped up in a sheet. He shakes his head and carries in a tray loaded with stacks of pancakes with bacon, maple syrup, coffee, and small glasses of orange juice. “I read pancake instructions on a box, and he’s playing beautiful guitar music for you when you wake up,” he grumbles.
He sets the tray down on the bed and starts to retreat.
I snag the front of his shirt and tug him back, kissing him softly. “Those boxed pancakes made me fall in love with you. I wouldn’t change it for all the money in the world.”
Pleasure unfurls in his amber gaze. “That right?”
“Yeah, it is.” I smile. “Stay and have breakfast with us.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t want me here.”
But I do. “Elias?—”
He kisses me. “Enjoy breakfast with Knox. I’ll see you later, beautiful.” He leaves with a grin.
I smile when Knox leans over and kisses the back of my shoulder. “You just made his day.”
“I did not.”
“That was the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen in my life.” He sets the guitar down on the floor and moves the tray between us so we can eat.
“Are you going to play more guitar for me?” I don’t hide how much I like it.
His soft smile says he knows it.
“Later.” He picks up his cell phone from the nightstand, unplugs it from the charger, and offers it to me. “You’re going to need this today.”
