Page 39 of Secret Obsession
“I don’t think I need to be dancing on any tabletops tonight,” I joke. But really.
He grins. “Just checking.”
There’s a bar cart set up in the corner. I go to the couch and fall into the space next to Steele. He seems equally confused about me being here, but whatever.
“You fight like a hockey player,” he says. “You ever think of playing women’s hockey?”
I wrinkle my nose. “No.”
“You’d probably be good at it,” Knox says, reappearing at my side with a glass in his hand.
I take it from him and sniff. “This is tequila.”
“It’s a margarita.” He waves his hand, then reclaims his spot on the other side of Steele. “It’s different.”
“It’s really not,” I mutter.
Steele chuckles.
“Where’s Aspen?” I ask suddenly. “There’s not some get-together happening here, right? Because the last thing I need is—”
“Actually, she’s on her way over. So if you could switch seats…” He shrugs. “Sorry.”
Except he’s definitely not sorry.
I heave a sigh and rise. Before I can make it past Knox, he grabs my hips and drags me down on his lap. I cringe and try to spring away, but he holds me tight.
“You jerk,” I grit out.
“Stay here for a minute, and let’s enjoy the repercussions. You can thank me tomorrow.”
Fuck.
And then I hear what they must’ve heard signs of before—someone’s upstairs.
It doesn’t take them long to come down, and I just know it’s Miles. Because my life has been anything but easy in the past month, and he’s been driving me insane for the last few weeks.
So maybe this will work in my favor. If I can get over the snakes writhing in my belly. I loop my arm around Knox’s shoulders, and he gives me a shit-eating grin. He knows exactly what I’m doing, and he’s on board with it.
Some of my nerves settle—like the ones that wanted me to get as far away from Knox as possible initially—while others, the ones preparing for Miles to blow a gasket, are only ramping up.
I sip my drink. Then think better of it and down the whole thing. The tequila does its job, spreading warmth through me. I set the glass aside and wait for the fireworks.
Knox picks up his controller and resumes the game, his arms on either side of me with the controller, and his hands hovering near my hip.
“What the fuck is this?” Miles’ voice comes from behind us, low but deadly.
It does some strange shit to me.
I look over Knox’s shoulder, because Knox hasn’t so much as moved an inch. With his arms locked around me, even if I wanted to spring off him, I couldn’t.
Miles’ expression is devastatingly hot. And I mean, in a molten-lava, going-to-burn-your-face-off kind of way.
Although I guess that’s sexy, too…
“Get up,” he orders me.
I lean on Knox’s arm. “This is a brothers’ issue, not a me issue,” I inform Miles. “I didn’t choose to sit here…”
