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She closes her eyes and gives me a small nod. When she opens them, she looks between Grey and I and says, “Okay, then. Food, then gym.”

I groan, flopping back on the bed while her and Grey laugh at me. Those two are fuckin’ machines, and now I have to endure the torture with the worst case of blue balls that I have ever had.

CHAPTER 31

WILLOW

Ilook in the mirror after finishing the grueling task of slicking my hair back in a ponytail. Only people with curly hair will understand the battle of keeping it in place. We are going to the Lost Knight’s clubhouse for Jackson’s “welcome home” party. I knew he was coming back today since we have been texting while he was gone. Especially after I told him that the creeper sent the email a few days after he left.

He’s been asking how everything is going, which I have been honest about, just leaving out the part where I am in a relationship with Grey and his best friend. I figured that is something that you tell your brother in person, and he’s known Knox longer, so I was going to let him take the lead on that conversation.

It’s been almost a week since we’ve had “the talk,” and it’s been weirdly natural on my end. I still haven’t seen any jealousy or possessiveness when one of them touches me. I thought it would be a problem, even after they assured me they were fine with it.

When they are around, everything feels easy, but if I’m left alone with my thoughts, I tend to spiral. I think about all the reasons that this cannot work long term, our relationship endingbefore it even had a chance to start, or me falling for them just in time for this to crash and burn.

But as if they can feel my sense of impending doom, one of them always shows up, grabbing me and placing me on their laps and distracting me with sweet kisses or touches until I can’t focus on anything but them. I feel like a completely different person when I’m around them. I have never been okay with being manhandled—or being touched in general, to be honest—but every time they do it, I melt into them. They bring out a softer side of me that I thought died in the hospital during the years of cancer treatments.

The last few days, I have let them take control of our relationship, and being someone that needs control, it’s nice to let go. It makes it easier knowing that they would never take advantage of our relationship. That’s why I agreed to go to the clubhouse tonight for the party.

Knox looked so nervous when he asked me to go. I know the club is a huge part of his life, and I would never think of asking him to choose. The club is his family, and I know I would never consider leaving mine for anyone.

If our relationship is going to work, I don’t want him to feel like he needs to keep part of his life from me. I want to be there to support him, like he supports me and my crazy, chaotic life. The shocked look that crossed his face when I agreed to go with him was worth the dread I felt over having to see the people that hurt my mom. But at the end of the day, I’m going for Knox, not for them.

Grey and Knox gave me time to get ready without them. They have a tendency to distract me. Since the plan is to get dressed, it’s better if they stay away, since they make me want to do the opposite. They both still sleep in my room every night, and one of them stays with me during the day so I can get my work done.We still haven’t had sex; they have just been winding me up all week. Are blue ovaries a thing?

I think backto my afternoon with Grey.

He found me doing my normal mental spiral while I was working on the couch. He pulled me on his lap, snuggling me, giving me light touches and a soft kiss, which I deepened. Next thing I knew, I was straddling him and grinding on his lap. I removed my shirt and went straight for his, needing to feel his skin under my hands as our mouths and tongues did their usual battle.

I finally got his shirt up over his head and threw it next to mine. His hands slid from the firm grip they had on my ass up my back and moved to my bra. After unclasping it and throwing it somewhere, one of his hands went back to my ass while the other went to the back of my head, gripping me by the hair. As always, he was winning the battle for dominance, taking control of the kiss.

He pulled back from my lips, kissing the birth mark that sat just below my ear on my jaw, and continued down my neck, leaving a trail of bites and kisses as he went.

I felt him shift us, and suddenly, my back was on the couch cushion with him on top of me, laying in the cradle of my hips, with my legs bent at his sides. His kisses and bites continued until he got to my breast. He looked up at me, gently biting down on the nipple, then kissed it to soothe the pain.

I don’t know if it is from the delicious, slight sting of pain or the eye contact when he did it, but I let out a deep moan. Hiseyes flared, and his hands moved straight for the button of my shorts, watching my expression the entire time, looking for any hint of hesitation. Seeing none, he continued unbuttoning them and grabbed on to the waistband. I pushed down on my heels and lifted my ass to help him get them off. He slid them down my legs and threw them across the room.

I laid on the couch, breathless, in nothing but my panties as he stared down at me. His heated gaze trailed down from my eyes all the way to my pussy that was becoming embarrassingly more wet by the second. After what felt like an eternity, I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and reached out for him, causing him to snap out of his trance-like stare. He moved forward, bracing his hands on the sides of my head, and kissed me on the lips.

He peppered kisses down my body, stopping at my nipples. After giving each of them attention, he continued his descent. Stopping again under my belly button, he gave me one final kiss on my lower stomach. His hands moved to my panties and peeled them off, and I shuttered as the cold air hit my now-exposed pussy.

He then moved forward, putting all his weight on one of his elbows. Using his other hand to run his fingers up and down my slit, he gave a sexy grunt when he felt how wet I was for him.

My eyes must have closed at some point during this amazing torture because suddenly, I heard his demand. “Look at me, Willow.”

Any other time, I would bristle or argue, but at that moment with him, I snapped my eyes open, immediately connecting with his heated, hazel ones. He slowly slid his finger into me and started to pump it in and out. When I adjusted to the intrusion, he added a second, and then a third.

I started rolling my hips, needing more. Not breaking eye contact, he lowered his head and kissed me directly on my clit. Idropped my head back, closing my eyes, no longer able to hold back the loud moans that left my lips as he switched off licking and sucking directly on my clit. I could feel my muscles start to flutter and the pressure building, keeping me on the edge but not letting me fall.

After a moment of moving my hips, riding his face to help find my release, Grey gently bit down on my clit, shoving me off the edge of the cliff into oblivion. I had no idea what I was saying while Grey continued to give my clit attention as I rode out my orgasm.

When I came down, I opened my eyes to look down at his smirking face. I watched as he removed his fingers from me and sucked them clean. He crawled up my body and gave me a soft kiss. Well, as soft as Grey can kiss. I don’t think he can actually be gentle when it comes to me, but I fucking love that he tries.

“Was that okay for you?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of concern.

“That was way better than I thought it would be,” I replied as I smiled up at him.

“Good. I don’t want to rush you, but I needed to taste you,” he replied as he shoved his arms between my back and the couch cushion, flipping us so he was laying on his back and I was laying on top of him, naked, with my head on his tattooed chest and my arms around his neck. I don’t know how long we comfortably laid there in silence with his hands running up and down the length of my spine. I was so comfortable that I drifted off to sleep, listening to the sound of his heart beating under my ear.