Chapter Thirteen
G
“Don’t give G any shit,” Knox instructs, looking at the boys as he opens the driver’s side door for me.
“You’ll only be fifteen minutes behind us.” I laugh.
“No lip outta you either,” he says, kissing my lips.
I roll my eyes as I slip behind the wheel.
He's only stopping to grab a few things from the store, not going off to war.
“I’ll be right behind you.” I can see the worry in his eyes, but I'm not sure why. Between the time he left last night to go meet with Dex and the time he got home, something happened.
“Go.” I smile, trying to ease his worry.
The sooner he goes, the sooner he’ll be back with us.
“Okay, woman." He kisses me again, then points at the boys, telling them again, "Be good.”
Tapping the top of the doorframe, he turns toward his bike.
“G, will you turn the radio up?” Bentley asks.
“Yeah, baby.” Pressing the button on the steering wheel, I turn it up, and Dobie Gray’s Drift Away fills the truck as we make our way home.
“I’m so glad to be home,” Brantley groans, opening the door to bail out before I've barely put the truck in park.
“I’m taking the first shower,” Braydon yells at Brantley as he jumps out, running after him.
"Y'all are silly," I laugh, following them into the house. As instructed, I lock the door and set the alarm.
“Boys! Bring me your dirty laundry!” I yell, setting my bag on the bar on my way to the laundry room. It sounds like a herd of elephants when they come barreling down the steps. It's a wonder the house doesn't shake.
"Here," they yell as they circle by the doorway like a carousel, tossing the dirty clothes onto the floor and rushing off just as fast as they came.
Boys.
Popping a pod into the washer, I hit the button, then head back to the kitchen to get dinner started. This has been the longest day, and as much as I want just to go upstairs and climb in bed, I promised the boys I'd make inside-out burgers tonight.
Setting the stuff I need on the bar, I get to work forming the meat around the cheese. Just as I pat the last one out, two strong arms wrap around my middle.
“You’re back.” Leaning back, I give him my full weight.
“I like coming home to you like this,” he growls, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
My eyes close.
I've never been this content in my life.
“I like being here when you come home. Know what else I like?”
“What’s that?”
“That you have a grill.” His body jostles behind me, and I smile.
"Laugh it up, big guy, just laugh it up out there while you're firing up the grill," I point out the window. "The boys are starving."
“I hear ya, woman.” He chuckles, kissing the pulse point of my neck as he reaches around me to grab the platter of meat.
"Thank you," I call after him.
Seated around Knox’s gorgeous table, watching Knox and his boys scarf down the burgers and loaded cheese fries, my heart feels full.
“I like it when you’re here, G,” Bentley says out of the blue.
“Oh yeah?” I ask softly. His sweet words are everything to me. "I love being here with you and your brothers."
"What about Dad?" he asks.
My lips twitch. "Him too."
“We didn’t eat this good before you moved in,” Brantley blurts out.
Braydon shakes his head. “Brown-noser.”
“Am not!” Brantley yells back.
“Are too!”
I raise my brows at Knox, pleading for him to do something. “That’s enough.”
At the firm tone of his voice, they immediately stop shouting at each other. The mean looks on their faces are a different story.
“Dad, can we go to the Summer Fling this weekend?” I tilt my head. Summer Fling?
When I look over at Knox, I can tell he's just as confused as I am.
“The what?” he asks, making me laugh.
He didn’t have a clue what Bentley was talking about either.
Knox had filled me in on everything that was going on with their mother.
He’d been trying to get in touch with her since she basically abandoned them on his doorstep, but she wasn’t taking any of his calls.
To say he's pissed is an understatement.
“The Summer Fling… at our school?” Braydon adds as if that should clear up the confusion. It doesn't.
Brantley’s eyes are the size of saucers when he turns to look at his dad, and very slowly, he explains. “There’s a carnival… and food… and games… and fun,” he says, putting lots of emphasis on the fun.
Knox’s lips twitch. It's hard not to be amused by his boy’s antics. Knox is used to their craziness and doesn't seem phased in the slightest. Me, on the other hand... I think everything they say is hilarious.
"Fun, Dad. F.U.N. Fun."
Slapping my hand over my mouth, I try to swallow the sip of soda I just took. My eyes widen when I start to choke, and then it happens… soda comes spewing out of my mouth and nose, which only makes me laugh hard as I break into a coughing fit. “Oh, God.” I cough harder.
“Babe.”
My eyes fly up, and he's smiling, clearly getting a kick out of my near-death experience. I cough a few more times, then manage to get myself under control.
“I could have died, and y’all were just gonna watch,” I tease, throwing my hands up dramatically.
Brantley and Braydon burst out laughing while Bentley smiles down at his plate, mumbling, “You’re goofy.”
“Whatever.” I laugh, bumping his shoulder with mine.
"I need to go grab a towel to clean this mess up.
" As I go to stand, Knox's hand shoots out, catches me behind my neck, and pulls me in for a touch of lips.
When my eyes flutter open, my heart does a somersault at the intensity staring back at me.
“Gross,” the boys snicker, breaking the spell.
Knox grins at them at the same time I roll my eyes, muttering, “Whatever.”
Once everyone finishes eating, I gather up the dirty dishes and dump them into the sink. Just as I turn on the water, Knox steps in behind me and whispers in my ear. “Leave ‘em.”
I lean my head to the side to give him better access. “I can’t leave dirty dishes in the sink,” I whisper as he slides his hands around my waist. My heart picks up speed as he continues to nibble at my neck. Every time he puts his hands on me, he turns into a puddle of goo.
“Knox,” I moan, rubbing my backside against the bulge pressing against me.
“Leave ‘em. I’ll do them after I take a shower.” My heart sinks when he pulls away. It hits rock bottom when he jogs up the stairs. How the hell is he able to stop on a dime like that? The man has no idea how worked up he gets me.
Shaking my head, I dry off my hands and head up the stairs.
When I hit the top step, the first thing I notice is how quiet it is, which is odd for Knox’s boys.
I move to the end of the hall into the theater room, and surprisingly, it's completely empty. Pulling the door close, I open the next one and peek inside. I smile when I see both of the twins are out like a light. Brantley is sprawled out on his back like a starfish, and Bentley is in the same position on his belly. It didn’t take much for these boys to worm their way into my heart.
Still smiling, I pull the door closed and tiptoe across the hall to Braydon’s room.
When I look inside, I find him sound asleep, too.
As I stand here watching him, I think about what Knox said earlier.
Apparently, something is going on with Braydon at school; Knox thinks it has something to do with a fight he got in a week ago, but Bray hasn't opened up about it. Sighing, I quietly close his door.
It kills me he's having a hard time, but maybe I can get him to open up to me so I can help.
“Hey Kno—” The words die on my lips when I spot Knox with his head bent under the shower’s spray and his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Damn,” I whisper.
He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine as his hand keeps stroking. My fingers twitch. Heaven help me, I need to touch him.
Holding his stare, I cross my arms over my front, grip the hem of my tee, and rip it over my head. Next to go is my bra, shorts, and panties until I'm standing here completely naked.
“Get in here,” he growls, opening the shower door.
I stand there in a trance as his eyes rake across my body. The heat and desire working behind them are intense.
Tired of waiting for me to decide, his hand shoots out, wrapping around the back of my neck and guiding me to stand under the spray in front of him.
He’s beautiful.
My eyes widen as he effortlessly drags my body up the hard ridges of his own. Instinctively, my arms and legs wrap around him.
Finally! Finally, he was putting me out of my misery after teasing me all day.
“Knox.” His name floats off my lips like a prayer as I shift my core wantonly against the chiseled edges of his abs. “Please, I bet, desperate for more friction.
“You hungry for me?” he rasps, eyes darting between mine. Is he kidding?
Curling my hands around his jaw, I brush my lips softly against his, and whisper, “More than anything.”
“Who do you belong to?”
"You. I'm yours," I answer immediately.
A predatory growl vibrates against my breast as his head slants and his mouth crashes against mine. His kiss is deep, wet, and long.
“Hurry, baby,” I urge when his hand moves between my legs. His fingers lightly brush across my throbbing clit, circling the pulsing bud before moving down and in. Yes!
My head falls back against the shower tiles as I shift my hips to ride his hand.
“Please,” I beg, needing him inside me.
Ignoring my plea, his lips skim along the column of my neck, leaving behind love bites I know will still be there in the morning. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans as he works another finger inside.
“You won’t.”
"Baby..."
"Fuck me, Knox!" I hiss.
“Fuck it.” His fingers disappear before being quickly replaced by the head of his cock at my center.
Thank God.
“Knox,” I pant. My body feels like it's on fire.
My eyes widened as euphoric bliss surged through my body when he thrusts his hips, entering me fully.
“Yes. Yes. God, yes!” I pant.
“You’re so fucking tight, G,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Yeah.” I moan, feeling the stretch when he bottoms out. Oh, God, he feels so good. Now, I need - “Please, Knox. I need you to move.”