Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
THE HEATHEN
Istand in Carter’s bedroom with every piece of clothing I own scattered across the bed. These men are hot as hell, and will be wearing suits. Nothing I have seems good enough. I know Carter has never dated, but Knox is probably used to gorgeous women with fancy clothing.
“I like that on you, Little Heathen, but I’m going to kill every man that looks at you tonight.”
I turn around to find Carter staring at me with a heated gaze, as his eyes travel down the length of my body, and back up again.
“I’m not wearing lingerie out. I can’t decide what won’t make me look homeless compared to you two.”
He stuffs his hands in his dress pants pockets as he stares at me incredulously.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’d look hot as hell in sweatpants. Don’t overthink it.”
I glance away from him and blink back the unshed tears in my eyes.
“I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Fucking impossible,” he growls as he steps closer to me. I put my hands behind my back, and he closes the distance between us.
He places his palms on either side of my face and tilts my head back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful it doesn’t matter what you wear. Would it make you feel better if we wore jeans?”
“Yes,” I answer in a quiet voice.
A growl escapes from his chest before he speaks, and it makes my clit pulse with need.
“I’m going to go, because you’re driving me crazy right now. Looking at you in these tiny black panties and matching lacy bra makes me want to shove my cock inside your beautiful pussy.”
I can’t stop the moan that slips through my lips.
“Carter.”
He removes his hands from my face, and steps back appearing dazed.
“Put something on. Anything. If I come back in here and find you half naked, my control will snap, and I’ll end up fucking you for our entire date.”
He walks to the door and I giggle.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He stops briefly and tightens his hands into fists as he speaks low.
“Keep walking, Carter. Keep fucking walking.”
I’m tempted to say something about crazy people talking to themselves, but decide against it.
I don’t want to do or say anything to ruin tonight.
I’m twenty-four years old, and going on my first date, with two men that I adore.
It’s unconventional, but it works for us.
Dare I say, I’m happy? For now, I am, even though I know that could end in the blink of an eye.
I don’t know how long they will want me.
Right now I’m enough for them, but I don’t think that will always be the case.
It’d be easy to get in my head about it, but I’m going to try my best not to.
Instead, I’ll stay present and cherish every moment I’m given. A girl like me doesn’t get opportunities like this. When it ends, I’ll hold every moment in my heart until I breathe my last breath.
I finally decide on a black and white casual dress that falls above my knees, and pair it with my usual purple boots.
I’m wearing my long hair down in a sleek flat ironed style. Did I question why Knox has a flat iron? Nope. Obviously he has been with other women, but I don’t like thinking about it.
“Speak of the devil,” I say, as Knox walks into the room looking hot as hell in faded ripped jeans, and a purple v-neck t-shirt.
They are easy for me to tell apart now. I’m not sure why, since they are identical, but it must be how they carry themselves. And like myself, Knox likes the color purple. Carter will probably be wearing a darker, less vibrant color.
“Carter is waiting downstairs since you were being a sinful little temptress.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he silences me with a look that nearly makes me fall to my knees in submission.
“If you look this fucking delectable with clothes on, I can only imagine what my brother saw.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and leans in to whisper, “I won’t have to imagine for long, because I plan on seeing it later.”
He playfully smacks my ass, then wraps his arm around my waist, ushering me down the hallway towards the garage.
“What car do you want to take, Tesoro?”
“Killian’s,” I say, and Knox laughs.
“Because you want to ride in his car, or because you want to piss him off? I have a strange feeling that it’s the latter.”
I sigh audibly after being busted.
“Yours. It’s purple.”
We step into the garage where Carter stands looking as delicious as his brother in his jeans and, as I suspected, a dark grey v-neck.
Carter’s gaze follows me as I walk in with Knox behind me before he smirks.
“I’m equally glad that you’re wearing clothes, and disappointed, because fuck, Little Heathen, you looked fucking delicious in nothing but your lingerie.”
My cheeks heat from his words, and he chuckles.
“Ready? I assume we’re taking Knox’s car?”
I shrug. “Either is fine, but his is purple.”
We walk outside and Knox opens the front passenger door.
“You can sit up front with me, and Carter can sit in the back.”
I swallow hard and nod, knowing why that will be the arrangement.
I wonder if things will ever change with me and Carter.
Probably not. It’s just something I have to accept.
I need to respect his boundaries, as difficult as they are for me.
This is one topic I won’t be a brat about—it’s not about me—it’s about Carter, and his safety and comfort.
I slide into the front seat, and Knox closes my door before walking around to the driver’s side, Carter climbing in behind him.
“We have different plans, Tesoro. I want to show you something.”
I glance at him and ask, “Will food be involved? I’m starving.”
He grins at me. “Don’t we always take care of our girl?”
He’s not wrong. They do take care of anything I need. It’s like a breath of fresh air. I’m not sure I deserve to be treated the way Knox and Carter treat me, but I’ll take it. It’s something I never experienced before, and I love every minute of it.
Knox turns the radio up and takes off down the road.
I have no idea what plans they have for me, but with the beat bumping through the stereo and Knox’s strong hand in mine, I realize as long as I’m with my guys, the rest really doesn’t matter.
I glance out the window to see the treeline whizz by as I let my mind drift off to the man we left behind, the one I can’t stop thinking about no matter how many times I remind myself he doesn’t want me. And I don’t want him either. Right?