His fingers brush the waistband of my shorts, and even that brief touch over fabric has me moaning. I’ve known him such a short time, but he understands my body in a way no one else ever has.
“Fuck, Willa, the sounds you make are killing me. Can I touch you? Can I—” His voice is a whisper against my skin.
“Yes,” I gasp. Right now, I’d say yes to almost anything he asked. My brain knows it’s foolish, but my body doesn’t care because his fingers enter me and God, they feel so good, so full. As he slowly thrusts them in and out, hitting a spot that no one else has ever found. His lips don’t leave mine, and his tongue invades my mouth the same way his fingers fill me up. I’m so close to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building.
“That’s it. Holy hell, that’s what I want, Willa. Give it to me.” His words are for my ears only, and they spur me on. “God, yes, just like that. Squeeze the shit out of my fingers, baby. You’re so fucking tight. You make me lose my mind.” He pumps his fingers into me once more and strokes my clit with his thumb, sending me over the edge and into oblivion. His left hand covers my mouth and I bite the flesh there to keep from screaming. My body is limp and spent. He holds me in his arms, and for a moment, I feel safe and good and loved.
“This is all happening so fast,” I say, resting my head against his shoulder and waiting for my body to recover from the thrill of his touch.
Knox kisses my forehead. “This is just the beginning.”
Chapter 4
Knox
The diner is prettyempty when I walk in, and I take that as a good sign. There’s an empty booth in the corner. Since there’s a sign that says Please Seat Yourself, I take that cue and have a seat.
And it works.
Not a minute later, Willa’s standing in front of me, an apron tied around her narrow waist, which only serves to showcase her curves, a pencil and pad in hand, and a look of surprise on her face.
“Knox, hey. What can I get you?”
Shit. I never thought about actually ordering. I just figured I’d show up toward the end of her shift and talk her into driving out to the lake with me. But I’m also an eighteen-year-old guy. So choosing food from a diner menu is no hardship. “Fries would be great. And a chocolate milkshake.”
“Got it. I’ll be back with your order in a few.”
Before I can open my mouth to ask her out, or hell, ask what time her shift ends, Willa turns and hurries back to the kitchen. I take a breath and check myself. If I want to spend more time with Willa—and hell yes, I do—then I need to chill a little bit. Act like I know what the fuck I’m doing and not like I’m some horny asshole who wants to get in her pants.
I mean, yesterday was amazing and I want to get back to that place as soon as possible, but not just for the physical stuff. Ijust love hanging out with her. Making Willa smile is like a drug I find myself jonesing for. And talking with Willa is effortless, which is rare for me. The only people I can relax and be myself around are my boys, but I get that same vibe from Willa, and I’m no fool—I’m not about to pass that up. Ok, we just met, but there’s a connection there and I need to see where it goes.
Another waitress delivers my fries and shake, and I eat in silence, scrolling through my phone. The group chat is alive and well.
Ty: You fucking assholes left the milk out.
Booker: I haven’t been home since last night, so don’t look at me.
Whit:Nice. Where’s your sleepover? Are there hot chicks there? Cause I can probably be there in fifteen, no matter where you are.
Whit:Also, it was me. I’m the asshole. (In regard to the milk. And I ate the last bagel, so put me down for two points in the asshole column).
Booker: Dude. My “sleepover” is at my parents’ house and the only chicks here are my sisters, so….EWWWWWWWW. And if Fallon saw your text referring to women as chicks, she’d steal the keys to my car, drive to campus, and cut off your balls.
Ty: Let her. Who the hell leaves milk out? Whit’s a monster and he deserves to be punished.
Whit:I AM NOT A MONSTER! (Did you get that literary reference, Ty? I see you. It’s the only fucking line I remember from Frankenstein, but don’t say I never gave you anything.)
Ty:Ok, call off Fallon. That was actually pretty funny.
Whit:Glad you appreciated it. But Fallon wouldn’t cut off my balls. She loves me.
Booker: Sadly accurate.
They’re idiots, but they’re my idiots and I love them like brothers. I’ve been counting down the days until I can move out of my mom’s house and into the place they share on campus.
Knox:Whit, you need to get a hold of yourself. Jesus. As of next week, I’m your newest roomie and that shit just won’t fly. Where I come from, we respect dairy products.
Whit:Fuck you and get your ass up here already. Besides, without my culinary expertise, you assholes would live on a steady diet of Hot Pockets and Easy Mac.
