“Hello,” I say and then quickly add, “you’re on speakerphone.”
“Got it, so say nothing bad about Knox,” she jokes, and I laugh as I make my way back into the kitchen.
“Why would she say anything bad about me?” Knox asks and his voice isn’t low.
“So I’m guessing you didn’t kick him out of your house when he showed up at your front door unannounced.”
“I did not kick him out of my house.” I stop in front of him and put my hand on his face and look into his blue eyes. I move my thumb back and forth on his cheek. “He was injured, so I wasn’t just going to toss him out.”
He rolls his eyes. “Good to know you have empathy,” Lexi deadpans. “Anyway, your brother wants to know what time you are coming over for lunch?”
I look over at the clock on top of the stove and see it’s ten thirty. “I was about to make the grumpy patient breakfast,” I tell her. “But if you want to have lunch in about an hour and a half, I don’t have to.”
“We can do noon,” she confirms. “Will both of you be coming for lunch?”
I look at him. “Do you want to come with me?”
He closes the distance between us and puts a hand on my hip. “Yeah,” is all he says as he looks down at me. “I have to go home first and change, but we can go.”
“Okay, we’ll be there soon,” I tell her and disconnect. “Do you want to shower here or at your house?”
“Do I get you in the shower here or at my house?” he counters my question with his own.
“There is no way I’m taking a shower in your shower, unless I get ready at your house.”
“Whatever you want, Kylie. I just want to know if I’m going to fuck you here and then at my house or just fuck you twice at my house.” He pushes the hair off my shoulder and away from my neck before he leans down and sucks the side of my neck. “Decision made.” He wraps an arm around my waist and picks me up. “Fuck you here then at my house,” he declares, carrying me back to my bedroom and straight to my bed. There he fucks me hard and fast before getting off the bed and grabbing my ankle and pulling me off. “Let’s shower here, and then we can just fuck at my house, and I can get dressed.”
“I’m not going to get undressed at your house; you can save your strength for later.”
“Well, I’ll be undressed,” he mentions as he walks to my bathroom and turns on the water to the shower, “so you can maybe get on your knees.” He winks at me, and I shake my head.
“You’re lucky I like you,” I tell him as I step into the shower.
“You like me.” He steps in with me. “That’s good to know.” He kisses my lips. “That is very good to know.”
The shower ends up with him accidentally bending me forward and sliding into me from the back. We are rushing out of my house an hour later, me wearing my light-blue jeans with a short-sleeved white top and a light gray, almost cream-colored sweater. He walks out wearing his suit from last night. His shirt open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up, while he holds his jacket in one hand and my hand in his other.
I get into the SUV and watch him get in the passenger seat. I lean over to kiss his lips before I start the car and head over to his house. I follow him into the house and then up the stairs to his room. He walks into the closet and he throws his suit jacket on the chair and then the pants. The shirt follows while he grabs a pair of black joggers and then stops in front of me, “I like having you here,” he says, kissing my lips before walking over and grabbing a T-shirt and a sweater with the team logo on it and his number in the corner. I make a mental note of perhaps stealing that sweater and keeping it for myself.
He puts on his sneakers and then grabs a baseball hat, putting it on backward before going to the bathroom, and then coming back out to smile at me. “I’m good to go.”
He slips his hand in mine as we walk out of the house and get back into my SUV. We arrive at Lexi and Kirby’s, and he puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his side as we walk up the steps and he rings the doorbell. “I would make out with you, but your brother has cameras.”
I laugh, getting up on my tippy toes. “So if I asked you to kiss me, you would say no?”
He turns toward me, lifting one hand and putting it over the doorbell camera before bending to kiss me. His tongue slides into my mouth as I melt into him. The sound of the door opening doesn’t even register until Lexi clears her throat. “Should I come back?” she asks and I let go of him.
“Sorry,” I say, letting go of him and smiling at Lexi, who just smiles at me as I walk in, and she gives me a side hug. “Hi.” I pretend that she didn’t catch me making out.
“Hi,” she replies then looks at Knox. “You look good.”
“Thanks,” he says, “a little headache, but it’s better than it was this morning.”
I turn to him, the worry all over my face. “You,” I put my hand on his chest, “you need to rest.”
He puts his hand on mine. “I’m fine.”
“Hey,” Kirby greets, coming to stand next to Lexi. He looks at me then at Knox, unsure of how to act or what to say. “You guys are here.” His eyes go to my hand on Knox’s chest.
