Page 23 of Knot Just a Spectator
Dinner is perfect, a quiet corner table at the little Italian place downtown with candlelight, good wine, and even better food. We talk about everything and nothing. Sol tells stories about her mom. Roxie talks about her first fight gym back in Detroit. I make them both laugh until they’re leaning into me, hands on my thighs under the table.
Their lips start to wander by their third glass, my body feeling floaty as they press in against my cheek, neck, and jawline. When an embarrassing moan drags from my lips, my cock thickening between my thighs, Sol pulls away. I just drag her back. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.”
Then Roxie presses her lips to the bite on my neck and slick floods my underwear, the scent of my arousal making both of my Alphas growl.
“Right, right. Yeah, check please!”
Freshly showered and fucked, I wander into the living room looking for something sweet. Roxie and Sol are tangled on the bed, mumbling for me to come back. It takes me a few minutes to find anything with real sugar, a small tootsie roll in the kitchen drawer calling my name.
I barely get the paper off when my phone vibrates on the coffee table. I rush over and pick it up as I head back to the bedroom because I already know Camila’s going to be dramatic.
“Why the fuck am I hearing from one of my friends that you’re mated, Blair?” she demands before I can even say hello. Her voice echoes through the hallway as I stop at the edge of the bed.Fuck.
Roxie and Sol both freeze. I start laughing.
“How do you even know?” I ask, heading back into the hallway so I can talk without them hearing every word. “I literally got the bites like four days ago.”
“I have a friend who runs books for the swim team, you idiot! It’s all over everywhere apparently. Someone posted a blurry picture of you walking across campus with both of your Alphas on your arms. I should have heard it from you!”
I duck into the bathroom and close the door, leaning against the sink. “It happened by accident,” I admit. “I had a heat spike during the dual meet, and it just… happened. They lost control. I didn’t stop them.”
Camila is silent for a beat. “Are you okay?”
I peek out the bathroom door. Sol and Roxie are sitting up a little, their eyes meeting mine through the odd angle of the doors. “Yeah,” I say, smiling so wide it hurts. “No, I’m great. Ithink they expected me to be mad, but… they want me, sis. Like, really want me. Not just the sex.Me.”
Camila snorts, but there’s relief in it. “Dad is going to be pissed. I think he had plans for you, some arranged thing with one of his business partners’ kids or whatever.”
“He has plans for everyone,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not my problem.”
She clears her throat, her voice deepening a little. “If you make it to the championship, I’m coming. I need to see these women with my own eyes. Make sure they’re good enough for my little brother.”
I laugh softly. “They’re more than good enough. You’ll love them.”
“Better,” she says. “Love you, idiot. Don’t fuck this up.”
“Love you too.”
I step out of the bathroom, letting out a shriek when Roxie is right there. She picks me up and throws me over her shoulder before stalking back to the bedroom and plopping me into Sol’s arms. “Who was that?”
“Just my sister. I kind of forgot to tell her about... us.” I throw my Alphas a sheepish smile as Sol’s lips dip to the curve of my neck. “She’s coming to the championship meet, though. So you can meet her there.”
Sol laughs, her breath fanning across my skin. “You’ll have to work a bit harder if you even want to see the championship, Blair.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be giving me motivational speeches or whatever?”
Roxie crawls up to take my face in her hands. “She is but your form is still horrendous. Maybe we should practice, yeah?” The deviant smile spreading across her face instantly pushes back the sleepiness that had been crowding in.
