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“The fuck it isn’t.”
Knox puts his coffee cup on the floor and reaches for me. “Lizzie, I’m—”
He can’t quite reach me in the awkward position he’s in. “Wait, screw this thing. This is the most uncomfortable seat I’ve ever been in!”
I laugh as I watch him try to get up, then set my latte on a nearby end table and offer a hand to him. Meeting my eyes first, he places one of his hands in mine, then grabs my forearm with the other and I pull as he hoists himself up. We are both chuckling, and he plops down next to me on the loveseat, causing me to bob up and down.
We are sitting side by side now, my left arm and leg touching his right limbs.
“I really am sorry. And it is definitely my fault.”
To that, I don’t know what to say. So we sit in more silence, this time less comfortably. Then Knox shifts so he’s facing me. “Is that why you asked me about Jimmy and Sanders?”
“Yes. I asked Sanders if he remembered any drugs found on Jerome when they took him away in the ambulance, but he didn’t remember.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. I imagine it’s hard to remember all the details of every call.” Knox turns even more in my direction, bringing his right foot up under him so his knee is hitting my leg while he drapes his right arm along the back of the couch behind me.
I drop my head to the back of the cushion and sigh, and Knox massages my head a little. The action seems instinctual, but it’s too much, so I sit forward, and it’s my turn to put my elbows on my knees. I feel him shift next to me so that he’s mirroring my position, and the nearness is too much. So, I grab my latte and stand up, Knox following suit.
We stand awkwardly, face-to-face, for just a minute before I speak. “Well, I have to get back to work. I can drop you back at the shop to get your truck?”
“Yeah. It’s right next to the gas station.” He swoops down and scoops up his coffee cup, and we both place them on the counter before he follows me out the door.
The short car ride is quiet. When I drop Knox off, he lingers outside the car for a moment. We say nothing in parting, but I know we are both thinking the same thing.
How did we get here?
Chapter 16
Ten years ago …
KNOX
Afterwehadourfirst sexual encounter—sober—that was all we wanted to do.
Lizzie and I boned everywhere. All the time. Her dorm. My apartment. The laundry room in the basement of her dorm. The laundry room in the basement of my apartment building. In the historical section of the campus library … I think. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure if that counted. I’d have to Google the definition of intercourse to see if that one made the cut. But it was still hot.
One day we were in my truck at a job site in the back seat. Lizzie sat facing away from me, her fleshy hips in my hands as she bobbed her perfect ass up and down my length. My legs were wide, hers were closed, which made her feel even tighter on my cock. She held onto the handle on the side above the window. I remember thinking its purpose was to hang ironed shirts or some shit but instead they should advertise its use for this right fucking here because holy shit I was about to unload.
Reaching around and cupping her still-fully-covered tits over her Deftones T-shirt, I pulled her back against my front as I slowed my hips. I needed to feel her body move against mine. Her lungs expand. Her pulse throb. As she settled into me, she turned her head, and we claimed each other’s mouths. It's messy, and breathy. I pulled her legs wide and adjusted us so her legs were resting on the outside of mine, so I could pull them further apart with my knees.
Without prompting, she reached down to where our groins were connected and felt me sliding in and out of her, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
With a groan, I panted, “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
She silenced me with more kissing. I trailed a hand down and started rubbing her most sensitive spot, our hands bumping into each other’s as we both felt our way around one another. The truck windows were foggy with steam, we were covered in sweat, and we were both bucking and grinding and grunting like zoo animals. Then I felt the telltale signs that she was close. Her drenched pussy started to clamp down, her breathing became erotic, and she whimpered.
God, I loved that I had become so in tune with her body.
“Let go so I can come, too,” I begged against her ear. “Please, baby.”
“Knox. God, I’m-oh shit—”
As I barreled my hips to drive my cock into her, she trembled. “Do it now, Lizzie,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “I’ve only got—”
And then she detonated, convulsing on top of me. And just in time because I came right after her. I was able to last long enough to let her ride out her orgasm on my groin before pulling out and tugging on my own dick as I released outside of her, since we were sans-condom, again. I didn’t even care that I was making a mess in my truck. I’d worry about it later. This felt too damn good.
Lizzie slid off me and immediately began tugging her shorts back on as I tucked myself back inside my pants and slid them up my hips. As she buttoned her shorts, I gave her a look through lazy eyes.
