Stay with Me: The Moran Brothers Series

Chapter 23

Still Mine

Knight

I’ve been hereat the bar for thirty minutes. I have to force myself to stop looking at the time. I’ve been nervous that she’s going to change her mind.

Maybe I should’ve stuck with Lord’s plan and kept my distance. However, her words from last weekend have been ringing in my ears. Add to that the comfort she brings. I need to be around her for a while.

“Can I get you another beer?” the waitress asks with a flirty smile.

“No, I’m fine for now,” I reply.

She says something else, but I don’t hear it. Reminisce walks through the door in a tight little black dress that outlines her curves and shows off her long legs. Her hair is in that wild curly style again. Only this time it’s all pinned to one side.

The red heels on her feet draw attention to her sexy legs and the bracelet around her ankle. I can’t believe she still wears it all the time. It’s like every time I see it, I remember the night I gave it to her.

Damn, she wore my brand on the inside of her thighs for days. Every time they would fade, I’d suck them back to life.

Fuck, Knight. Pull it together.

I shake off my thoughts as she makes her way to me. When she stops and looks up at me, I place a hand on her waist and just barely stop myself from kissing her lips. Instead, I peck her cheek and move to pull her chair out.

“You look amazing,” I say as I take my own seat.

“Can I get you anything?” The waitress says to Rem, reminding me that she was there talking to me.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” she replies.

“Make that two of those. Thanks.”

The waitress mumbles something that sounds like, the gorgeous ones are always taken. I don’t stop to think on her words. I’m too lost staring at the stunning woman sitting beside me.

“Sorry I took so long,” she says shyly.

Fuck, I love when she gets like this. There are sides of Rem that I know I’m the only one who gets to see. Her shy side is one.

“You’re fine. Traffic can be killer.”

I won’t add that I know she’s late because she put more into this than meeting up for drinks with a friend. She smells fucking delicious. I want to take a bite out of her ass. Scratch that. I want to eat her ass until she screams my name, but friends don’t do shit like that.

“This place is nice,” she says as she looks around.

I picked this bar for its chic vibe and the intimacy the tables bring. For example, we’re sitting close enough for me to see the lash that’s sitting on her cheekbone. I lean in and pluck the hair from her face.

“Make a wish,” I say softly.

* * *

Reminisce

His voice shootsthrough me like a thunderbolt. It’s so deep and sensual. Like a caress from one of his large hands. I’m playing with fire, but I had to see if this is just a friendship thing.

Sorry, not sorry. I want to know if Knight is just trying to make things easy because of our families. It’s a bit selfish, but I couldn’t help myself. I want to know if he could still be mine.

I make a wish and blow on the lash on his fingertip. When I look at him through my lashes, he’s biting his lip and staring down into my eyes. I shift in my seat a little.

“What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that,” I say with a smile.

“Then, how am I supposed to make it come true?”

I turn away without a reply to look at one of the TV screens on the wall. His hand on my thigh brings my attention back to him. The heat from his palm scorches my skin.

Before he can say anything, the waitress returns with our beers. She looks between us and mumbles something to herself. I pull a face and lift a brow.

“Everyone wants what you can so easily have,” Knight breathes into my ear.

I turn to him. I’m almost blown over by the heated look in his eyes. The waitress is forgotten as I try to keep my hands to myself.

“You want to play a game of darts?” he asks as if he didn’t just turn my panties into the base of a waterfall.

“Sure, why not,” I reply breathlessly.

I want to kick my own ass as he smiles that delicious smile. To avoid his gaze, I stand and reach for my beer. However, Knight is faster. He has both drinks in hand and gestures for me to walk ahead of him.

I start for the dartboard across the bar. Halfway there, I look over my shoulder and find Knight with his eyes glued to my backside. His lip is tucked between his teeth again. I look lower and find his slacks showing off that thick print.

My mouth waters. How many weeks has it been since the last time we had sex? Friends, friends, friends. Yeah, no matter how many times I shout that in my head it doesn’t change anything.

Placing our beers on a table closer to the dartboard, he goes to retrieve the darts. I take a long sip of my beer as I watch the smooth way he walks.

“You may have an advantage this time,” he says as he hands over the darts.

“Oh yeah, why is that?”

He rolls his left shoulder. “I’m still working to recover my range of motion.”

I place the darts down. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

He picks them up and hands them back to me. “Have you seen me let anything stop me?” he’s words come out feeling like we’re talking about more than throwing darts. “I’ll be fine. Let’s play. We came out to have a good time.”

I stare at him for a few moments before I nod and take the darts. We get into a game, and soon we’re laughing and throwing back beers like old friends. Okay, that’s a lie.

Knight has placed his hands on me subtly every single chance he has gotten. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t placed a hand on his waist, chest or stomach a few times. Especially when women have come closer to our area to try to flirt with him.

He hasn’t given them an ounce of attention. Although, I did think he was going to knock that one guy out who came over to ask if he could buy me a drink. That turned up the touching on Knight’s behalf.

Like now, he has his hand on my ass. I’ve had too many beers to point that out. He leans into my ear and pauses for a few beats. I close my eyes and savor the feel of him.

“You always smell so good. How can I not want to eat your pussy?”

I moan but quickly catch myself. I stumble out of his hold and claim a seat at the table. It’s time for some water and space.

Although Knight isn’t one to give up so easily. He plucks me from my chair and pulls me into his lap as he takes my place. We’ve both had a lot to drink at this point.

He nuzzles my neck before sucking the flesh into his mouth. I want to grind my hips in his lap or find someplace for him to release this ache. My lids flutter closed when he passes a thumb across my tightened nipple.

“You drive me crazy. I’m so hard for you, but if you told me you just wanted to go back to my place and cuddle all night, I would.”

“Knight,” I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my skin and splays a hand on my belly. “You said this was drinks as friends.”

He groans. Gliding his hand down to the hem of my dress and fingering my thigh below the fabric, he then chuckles. My breasts heave in anticipation.

“Wearing this dress and those heels, you want to be friends? Come on, Rem. This is me. Let’s cut the shit.”

“You cleaned up for more than drinks with a friend as well,” I say, turning my face to meet his eyes.

“I have to come through with my best when it comes to you. Look how good you look. You deserve nothing but the best on your arm,” he breathes.

His eyes drop to my lips. I tug the bottom one between my teeth. He leans in but I turn quickly and pull from his lap.

“We go to your place and there will be no sex,” I warn.

His face softens. “If you’re there, I’m already in bliss.”

“Whatever, Knight.” I grin. “I’m going to the bathroom and then we can head out.”

He nods and I head to the restroom. I can’t stop the smile on my face as I go. I guess I’m not too late. Now I need to figure out what I’m going to do.

I don’t want to just jump into bed. My feelings for Knight are way deeper than a roll in his sheets. My issues with him are not just going to go away. He loves his career, and I fear it.

I’m still musing in my head as I walk out of the bathroom into the hallway that leads back to the bar. I go to make my way to Knight, but someone grabs my arm to halt me. I turn to find one of the guys who had been trying to get my attention most of the night.

I look down at his offending arm. “Can you please release me?”

“Hold on, I wanted to talk to you for a second.”

“Nah, you’re going to want to get your hand off of her.” I look up to find Knight at the mouth of the hallway.

Big guy looks away from me to Knight. He snorts, but let’s go. I take a step away from him.

“This your man or something?” the big guy asks.

“Come here, baby,” Knight coos softly.

I snap out of my shock and move to Knight’s side. He wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head. I sag into him in relief.

“Does that answer your question, Bro?”

“Whatever. She’s stuck up anyway,” he mutters as he pushes past us.

Knight goes to follow him, but I place my hands on his chest to stop him. He looks down at me, and I can see the rage in his eyes. However, when he focuses on me, he calms slightly.

“Your place, right?”

He nods and leads me out by my hand. I tighten my hold on his when he looks over to the group of guys glaring at us. Knight tugs me into his side and places his hand on my ass, nodding toward the guy from the hall and his friends.

“Really?”

“Fuck them,” he grunts.

I bite my lip. This isn’t the Knight I know, but he’s sort of hot like this too.