Page 104 of The Only Heart that Matters

Dropping my hand from his pecs, I step back, but he gently grabs one of my wrists as his other hand cups my cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Mia.”

“Knox, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I think I was stupid for never noticing how hot my little sister's friend is. I mean, look at you.” He spins me around to get a good look at me and in a move I’ve no doubt he’s used before, my back is pressed against the door. I hear the click of the lock.

Why is this happening? Why am I locked inside Nicolette Gwen’s bathroom with Knox, when all I’ve ever wanted was his brother? After all these years, a McKinnon brother finally sees me, and it’s the wrong brother.

“Knox, what are you do?—”

His lips tenderly touch mine. One of his hands slides down my side to my hip.

“What are you doing?” I ask, against his mouth.

He pulls away. The smell of the alcohol skates across my cheek on the way to my ear. He licks my earlobe and the heat of his words sends a shiver through my body. “Nobody has to know, but I need to know how tight your pussy is, Mia. You look too good not to take a bite.” He sinks his teeth ever so gently into my shoulder.

Holy shit. Nobody has ever spoken to me like this.

“You’re drunk.”

He is drunk, but he’s not being rough or forceful. I could step away if I wanted to. So why haven’t I? Am I really that horny and desperate? I’m tipsy, but not that tipsy.

“Not that drunk.” Moving one of my arms that has been hanging lifelessly at my sides, he presses my hand against his suit pants.

Impressive. He fits the rock star mold to a T.

“Knox, this is stupid.”

Not as stupid as the squeeze I just gave his cock with my hand.

Wrapping one of his huge hands over mine, he moves it up and down his erection. “Might be stupid, but feels like it might be fun, doesn’t it?”

“Knox, we can’t.”

“Why not? We’re two consenting adults. I won’t tell anybody if you won’t.” His glazed eyes don’t leave mine as he clutches at my dress, dragging it up my legs while I consider his proposition.

I know he’s drunk, but he’s hot. He could have anyone he wants, and he wants me. Much to my dismay, my defenses are slowly falling. My head knows this is wrong on multiple levels, but my neglected body wants this. Not him. This. I’ve never had a secret hook-up in a bathroom before. It may be just what the doctor ordered.

With my dress gathered around my waist, his hands slide to my ass. “C’mon, Mia. What do you say? One time. It’ll be our little secret.” He trails a finger over my hip until he reaches my embarrassingly damp thong, the only thing between us.

I don’t answer him with words, instead I step my high-heeled feet apart, opening to him.

As if this was all the answer he needed, both hands grab my bare ass. He picks me up, placing me on the cold marble countertop. He tugs my dress out of the way as I fumble with his belt and then pants button. My hands are too shaky to make any progress. He swats my fingers away and has his pants down in seconds, releasing his massive cock. Knox is a big guy, but this is more than being proportional to his body size. I have no idea how that thing is gonna fit.

Wasting no time, he pushes the material covering my weeping center to the side. “Last chance to run,” he says, slipping a finger inside me. “But I don’t think you will.”

I gasp at the intrusion. Sliding his finger free, he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean of me.

I give a small shake of my head, telling him I don’t want to run. Without another word, he pulls me to the edge of the counter, tapping the outside of my thighs, signaling for me to wrap my legs around his waist. Once he has me where he wants me, he pushes into me. No foreplay. Just in and out, inch by inch, until all of him is inside me.

Resting his forehead against mine, he grunts. “Tight, just like I knew you would be.”

That’s all he says for the next minute, maybe two. He doesn’t kiss me. His hands don’t explore my body. There are no tender words. He pumps in and out of me until he comes.

His forehead still against mine, he says, “Damn, Goof. You feel as good as you look.” Pulling out of me, he tucks himself back into his pants, putting himself back together.

I’m still on the edge of the counter wondering what in the hell just happened when he unlocks the door. Turning to me, he lifts his finger to his lips as if to say we’ll both be quiet about whatever this was and then he’s gone.

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