“I wasn’t going out on a date with anyone,” I snippily reply.
“That’s exactly my point! Christ, Aurora, it took a month before you even let me kiss you, and last night was the first night you asked me to stay, and even then, we only slept in the same bed—fully clothed.”
“Is that what this is all about? Sex? Because I haven’t slept withyou, it means I’m still in love withhim?”
“You can’t even say his goddamn name!”
Like a light switch, all my anger and frustration and confusion over seeing JD today are turned fully on, and there’s only one person in this room for me to take it out on.
I rip my shirt off.
“JD!” I scream back at Knox.
I yank my socks and shoes off and shred my pants down my legs, kicking them away.
“JD! JD!”
I unclasp my bra so that I’m standing in front of Knox in only my tiny black lace underwear.
“Jackson Dillon Hallstead! Are you happy now?”
Knox is frozen in place, eyes locked on my bare breasts and almost naked body. His hands clench into tight fists at his sides. I’m so fucking angry right now I can’t think straight. I also don’t see Knox charging me until I’m lifted up and slammed against the bedroom wall, rattling the picture frames.
“Is this what you want, Aurora? For me to fuck him out of your system?”
Could he? Would it work? Could anything possibly erase JD from my memory? How my body needs his touch? His voice? The way his mouth feels as he plants open-mouthed kisses across my skin?
I just want the pain to go away, the emptiness. Even if it’s for a little while. Consequences be damned.
“Yes,” I declare fiercely, locking my legs around Knox’s waist and coming in fast to bite and suck on his bottom lip.
I feel him harden instantly and I grind down on him to prove my point. He groans into my mouth before ripping his lips away from mine.
“Damn you, Aurora, for doing this to me. I’ve wanted you too fucking long, and I don’t care if the only way I get to have you now is through a hate-fuck over your ex,” he growls at me before his mouth latches on my right breast and sucks hard. The pleasure-pain of it is exactly what I need, though I know we’ll both regret this in the morning.
I lift up, using my thighs so that I can attack the button of his jeans. Knox doesn’t stop feasting on my breasts, going from one to the other, biting and pulling each nipple until I’m mewling and writhing against the wall. I finally get his button undone and the zipper down, and I shove my hand beneath the material to wrap it around his erection. My rough touch has him eliciting another hard moan.
I pull his face back to mine by gripping his hair in the back with one hand, so I can fuck his mouth with my tongue, showing him exactly what I want him to do to me. With the hand that’s stroking his cock, I guide it to my center and push the flimsy material of my panties aside, aligning his tip at my entrance.
I shut my brain off. I don’t think. I just act. Knox takes over as he presses inside me, inch by slow inch until he’s seated fully, our pelvises meshed together.
“Fuck. You are so tight.” He pulls out slightly and pushes back in, his pace gentle, his kisses softer.
I bite his shoulder. Hard. I don’t want slow and sweet. I need him to make me forget JD. Scraping my teeth up his neck, I bite the lobe of ear. His cock jumps inside of me.
“Shut up and fuck me, Knox.”
He rumbles deep in his chest as he slaps one hand against the wall next to my head. His other hand grips the side of my underwear, and he tears it away from my body. Clenching his palm against the bottom of my ass, he begins to pound me into the wall, wringing a quick orgasm out of me.
I’m still bucking and shaking against him when he tosses me on top of my bed and forcefully yanks my legs apart. I have no time to recoup before he lowers his head and spears his tongue inside of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my already swollen bundle of nerves. I detonate again, calling his name out as pleasure pulses through me.
“Knox!”
He abruptly stands up, green eyes blazing down at me, lips glistening with my arousal.
“That’s right, Aurora. Knox. Not JD,” he says, pulling up his jeans, unlocking the bedroom door, and walking out, leaving me naked and alone on top of my bed covers.
Everybody leaves.
