CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

KNOX

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Why the fuck I am stillat this fucking party, I have no fucking idea.

Yes, all those fucks were necessary.

I’m leaning against the balcony watching Molly and Payton giggle their asses off while Gordon and Billy think they are in like Flynn.

They’re not.

No one is touching Payton.

“No, no, look. That star, the one on the right.” Payton points up to the sky and almost trips over herself because she’s tipping so far back.

“Which one?” Molly asks.

“That one.” Payton points harder and I shake my head.

“Ohh, the white one?” Molly says so seriously, even I laugh.

They are ridiculous.

But god Payton is beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her. That she was jealous of Bella and thought she was my girlfriend is funny, but I didn’t like the way she talked to me.

Clearly, she was drunk.

And now she is stoned out of her damn mind.

I want to drag her out of here and slap that damn ass of hers and pummel her with my cock.

“Yes!” Payton says. “So, apparently, folk legend has it. Wait, maybe it’s the Egyptians. Or the Greeks. Hmm, or might be the Australians. Annnyway, someone somewhere said that Venus, the goddess of love and money, was... or maybe it was Neptune.”

“This is the worst story ever,” Billy says, blowing out smoke.

Atlas walks over and leans against the railing with me and watches them, sipping his Macallan. “They are beautiful and entertaining.”

“Hmm,” I reply.

“You just going to stand here and watch her all night?”

“Apparently.”

“There are about ten other women inside that you could take home and fuck,” Atlas says, using his glass to indicate his penthouse. “Without breaching Dad’s rule.”

I know.

I’ve seen their glances and not-so-subtle flicks of their hair. One tried to make conversation and gave up.

I’m not really a big talker.

And no, I don’t know Taylor Swift, even if she is a fellow billionaire. Yawn.

“Not interested,” I tell my brother.

“Well, I’m not going to lie, I thought I’d enjoy seeing you suffer tonight more. You just look sad. That’s very unfair of you. It’s my birthday.”

I knock the bottom of his glass, so it splashes whisky on his face, and he laughs.

“Dick. You’re obsessed with her, Knox.”

I sigh. “I’m not. She’s drunk and stoned. Your college buddies will take advantage. You know that as well as I do.”

“None of us are going to let that happen. Go talk to Melanie, the blonde with the hot green dress. Did you see how short that thing is? Anyway, she’s a trust fund kid, but quite interesting. Runs a few charities.”

I’d rather watch paint dry.

However, I know who he means, and she is hot. Normally I would make a move, but it’s the giggling little sex kitten in front of me I can’t look away from.

Not for a second, so it seems.

I want to know if she has worn the bikini again. If she likes it. If it made her happy.

I need Payton to know Bella is my sister and that I do not fucking pay for sex. Rude. And that I don’t want to fuck anyone else but her.

Tonight.

Right now.

God damn it. I know I should turn around and leave, but I’m not going to. I’m staying right here and then making sure she gets home.

Liar.

Payton finally straightens and ends her astronomy lesson and puts her glass down on a table. Then she heads inside.

Atlas sips his drink.

He says nothing.

I watch her.

“You going after her or not?” he asks.

Fuck.

I push away from the balcony as I curse quietly and follow Payton.

“I’ll keep Molly busy,” Atlas calls out.

I’m sure he will.

It takes me a while to find Payton. I head down the hallway after checking the kitchen and living room and find a handful of people waiting for the bathroom.

When the person inside steps out and it’s not Payton, I wonder where she is. I glance up the stairs and decide to head up.

That’s when I find her attempting to open the door while dancing on the spot.

“Knox, Knox. Help me get this open. I am busting to pee,” she cries when she sees me.

I shake my head and can’t help my smile.

I reach and easily slide it open.

“Oh, slide. Not pull. There should be signs,” she says.

“I’ll recommend it to Atlas,” I say, leaning my hand on the wall above her. “You going to pee?”

More dancing on the spot.

“Yes.” Then she tugs me inside with her.

I’m so surprised, I fall forward before asking her what she’s doing.

“I can’t get locked in here, Knox. I’m drunk,” Payton cries.

I know that.

“Payton, I am not staying in here while you pee,” I growl, but I’m sliding the door closed. Mostly because she already has her skirt tugged up and is working on her fucking panties.

“You have seen my bits. It’s fine.”

“Jesus, Payton.” I rub my hand over my face.

“Don’t be a prude,” she mutters as I turn my back and tune out the sound.

A prude.

Did she just call me a prude?

Finally, she flushes, and I turn to watch her washing her hands. Her eyes lift up to meet mine in the mirror and they glisten at me playfully.

There’s something about seeing my body beside hers that has me stepping closer behind her.

My hands land on her hips, our eyes never leaving each other’s.

“Your girlfriend...” she says.

“Bella is my sister,” I say roughly.

I turn her around to face me and I should be more amused by the surprise in her eyes, but it’s her mouth I want.

“I’m not allowed to do this,” I rasp.

“Neither am I,” Payton says, our bodies pressing together.

“You aren’t going home with any of those men,” I growl softly.

“Then who am I going home with?” she asks, her hands landing on my pecs and our mouths closing the distance.

I know I’ll regret this, but the need to taste this woman is too great. My hand slides through her hair and I cup the back of her head as I slam my mouth down on hers.

The sound that escapes her lips as I finally slide my tongue inside and take possession has my cock jolting.

One kiss, I tell myself.

One fucking kiss and I will walk away.

Bullshit.

I need an entire night with Payton Mills, and no one can know about it.

Ever.

We will keep this so locked up that neither of us will pay a price for it.

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THE DOOR TO my penthouseopens, and I take Payton’s hand and lead her inside.

“I need to check on Molly,” she says.

“Atlas will get her home,” I say.

Again.

“He likes her.” Her eyes meet mine as I stop and drop my lips to hers. Again.

I can’t stop. Payton tastes incredible. Like champagne and caviar...and pot.

But anyway, still delicious.

“I like you. Now get undressed.” I drop my phone and keys onto the table and start undoing my shirt.

I made her drink a strong cup of black coffee while Molly persuaded Payton to leave her there.

“I want to fuck you, but I’m not taking advantage of you while you are wasted,” I told her.

Her reply was, “I don’t mind.” Then she began giggling at Molly, who turned the tv on in the middle of the party and started watching The Simpsons.

Atlas sat down on the sofa with her, and she twisted around, fluffed the cushions, and planted her feet on his lap.

“Party is over!” Atlas announced.

“Let’s go, giggles,” I said gruffly to Payton.

“How is it possible to look so grumpy while calling someone giggles?” Payton shook her head, but she was moving toward the door, so I ignored her and shot my brothers a wave.

Now the frown on her face while she tries to get out of her dress looks like she’s trying to cure cancer.

It’s not that hard.

I’m not that patient.

“Change of plans,” I say when I drop my briefs.

“Oh, my god you’re naked,” Payton declares and grabs my arms as I pick her up.

“That’s how this goes, sweetheart.” I place her on my table and knock the books and whatever else was on it off, so they crash to the floor.

Don’t care.

I want inside this woman now.

Her green eyes find mine and god in heavens they are pretty and full of lust as I push up her skirt and sink to my knees.

“Spread for me.” I push them open as she willingly helps me. Then I growl. “These are barely panties.”

“They’re new.”

My thumb rubs the inside of her thigh. “Were you hoping I would slide my fingers under this tiny piece of lace, Payton?”

Silence.

I lean in, my eyes going to hers as I wipe my tongue across her clit. She shudders under my large hands, gripping her legs open, and I hear her sweet moan.

“Were you hoping I would eat your pussy and lap up all these juices?”

“Knox,” she groans, spreading wider. “More. I need more.”

I press two thick fingers inside her pussy and watch her almost fall apart. She’s on the edge just as I am after weeks of this punishing sexual desire.

“Oh fuck,” she cries, and I pull my hand free. Her eyes fly open. “What are you doing? I was going to come.”

I smile and stand, tugging the top of her dress down. “You will come when I give you permission.”

Then I finally get my hands on her two stunning tits.

Worth waiting for.

They’re soft, her nipples hard, and my hands can’t stop adoring them.

“I’m going to slide my cock through these beauties and give you the best pearl necklace a girl could ever have.”

She opens her mouth, but I pinch both nipples as I’m pressing my hard cock against her entrance.

“Jesus, Knox. I need to come.”

“I know.” I smile down at her and I’m sure it looks evil.

Payton reaches between us and grips my cock, wiping the smile from my face.

“Fuck,” I growl and this time she smiles. “Careful.”

“Or? You’ll come.”

“No, I’ll slam it inside you so hard and fast you’ll never want another man in your pussy ever again.”

Her mouth falls open.

Payton has her bare pussy pressed against my balls, her hand wrapped around my dick, and her tits hanging out. If another man even looked at her right now, I’d rip his fucking head off.

With a growl, I lift her off the table and carry her into my room.

“I like you carrying me,” she purrs.

“I like your pussy bare and ready for me to fuck.” I shoot her a smile.

“Crude.”

“Truth,” I say, placing her on my bed and then lay over her. “Give me your mouth.”

We kiss for a long moment, my cock twitching and trying to enter her. But I have a fantasy I’ve jerked off to for weeks and I’m not missing out on this.

We have one night.

I’m going to make it worth it.

I swipe my tongue over her lips and spread out her hair.

“Oh, god. Are you going to kill me?” Payton gasps.

I frown. “What?”

“Serial killers. They do that with their victims’ hair.” She helps me arrange it though, which is weird.

“I really wish you weren’t stoned,” I grumble and sit up.

“Man, you have a nice cock,” she says, reaching for it.

“Maybe it’s not so bad your defenses are down. Keep talking.” I grin, climbing up her body. Then I slide my cock between her plump breasts. “Press them hard around my cock, yes, like that. Good girl. Oh fuck, yes.”

I move slowly, getting the momentum right, and drop a hand beside her head.

“Yes, fuck.”

“Damn it really is a pretty penis.”

“Don’t call it pretty.” I moan, grunting as I speed up. “Part your mouth.”

She obeys as I watch her wet lips and the head of my cock keep peeking in and out of her cleavage as the friction brings me close to orgasm.

Yes.

Just like I imagined. Her eyes rich with arousal, her mouth moving slightly open, waiting for my cock, my balls tightening.

Suddenly I rip out and grip my cock, then slide it into her mouth.

“Suck. Suck me hard, Payton.”

And my fucking god, she does.

I come almost immediately, and she takes control, ripping my hand away.

When her mouth opens after a few swallows, I pull myself out and release the rest of my seed on her chin and over her tits.

So much better than my fantasy.

And that’s a first.