Knox feels the shift in my body and stops immediately, lifting his head from my chest. “What’s?—”
The door opens, and a body steps into the cramped space, shutting the door behind them. “Well, well, well. This is not what I expected to find. Not at all.”
Shit on a cracker. This isn’t good.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KNOX
Of all the cockblocks in the world…
When I heard what Raven said to Kaitlyn and her miserable minions, I wanted to fall to my knees before her. There have been plenty of people to stand up for Griffin and me over the years, and I stopped looking for that protection when I was sixteen. But hearing the fierceness in her voice, the grit—it was more than enough to make sixteen-year-old Knox feel safe. I didn’t think that wound needed healing, but I was wrong.
Then she walked right up to me, and I couldn’t keep it together. I needed to touch her, taste her. I still tried to hold back, but she offered herself to me, and I wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity.
The first swipe of her tongue, and I was done for. The feel of her under my hands was better than I imagined it would be. Not a single fantasy lives up to the real deal.
Enter Griffin…
I keep Raven’s exposed tits covered with my chest and release my hold on her legs. She drops them and slowly slides down my body. I hold in a final groan as her delectable pussy rubs over my desperate dick. She goes to tuck her breasts backinto her bra, but I knock her hands out of the way and do it myself. It’s an excuse to get my hands on her one more time, and she lets me.
Tucking away each beautiful globe, I do my best to remember Raven just like this. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair. It’s a sight that makes me want to let the caveman out again and pound my chest in triumph.
Swiping my thumb across her plump lip, I instruct, “Try to keep customer insults to a minimum. Yeah?”
A sassy smile curves her lips. “I make no promises.”
Unwilling to lose our contact, I don’t move as she shimmies her body around mine. Griffin opens the door for her and gives her a wink as she exits. He shuts the door once more and turns to me.
“Hypocrite much?” he accuses while blinking in disbelief.
“It’s not like I planned this.” I rub the back of my neck and sigh, tilting my head to stare at the ceiling.
Griffin pummels me further with his comments. “Clearly. In the liquor closet? Seriously, man?”
I right my head and give him a deadpan glare. “If I’m a hypocrite, what does that make you? You kissed her, too.”
He shrugs a shoulder, unconcerned. “A rule breaker. Duh.” He scoffs. “And I’m not your damn dog. You can’t just snap and expect me to do whatever you want.”
“You’re right. You’re not. A dog would be easier.”
He crosses his arms and glares back. “Woof.”
After a minute of silence, he drops his arms and exhales loudly. “Did you hit your head or something? You’re not usually like this.”
Rubbing the space between my eyes, I face the truth of his words. “I know. She just…brings out a different side of me. I can’t seem to get her out of my head.”
“I know the feeling.”
“I know you’re attracted to her too,” I point out.
He doesn’t deny it and chooses to deflect instead. “I should’ve called dibs,” he pouts.
I won’t let him off easily. “Don’t do that. We can talk about this.”
“We don’t need to.” His jaw clenches.
Griffin isn’t comfortable with talking about his feelings. It’s like pulling teeth, but that won’t stop me from pushing.
