38. Knox

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Knox

I’ll never not marvel at how loaded Elton is.

As we stand in front of his parents’ mansion, I let out a low whistle. “Damn, sweetheart. This has to be the nicest one in the neighborhood.”

“The nicest? No way,” he says casually, completely oblivious to how extravagant this is. “The house down the street has a turret.”

I don’t know what a turret is, but I’ll take his word for it. Even though it’s hard to think that anything compares to the luxury in front of me. It’s a modern-looking house with a black and white stark exterior. There are three balconies facing the front of the house, probably more if I count the ones in the back. It rests right next to the water, with an amazing view of the Miami skyline. I’m rich too, but Hill money is nothing compared to what I grew up with.

Going to take my hand, he hesitates, yanking back at the very last second before our fingers touch. He smiles sheepishly at me, and it stings, but I can’t complain because it’s all my fault.

I told him I wanted to wait to go public, and I don’t have any other reason besides being too damn scared of the truth coming out. I keep trying to tell myself that I’m making it a bigger deal than it is. So what if I slept with his younger brother and then lied straight to his face about it? That’s not that bad.

Okay, when I put it like that, it’s pretty bad.

He lets us into the house, where the party is already raging. Well, raging might be the wrong word for it. Despite organizing a party at XO for New Year’s Eve, Elton decided to take me to his parents’ party instead. He says it’s a tradition amongst the Hills to spend this holiday together, and that turns out to be true when I spot Rhys and Everest in the foyer, making polite conversation with some older couple.

I catch Rhys’s eye and try my hardest not to flinch. He doesn’t like me— loathes me—and I haven’t done anything to make that situation any better. Either way, this particular brutal look is more weighted than it normally is. His eyes dart from my face to Elton, darkening another full shade. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he had the hots for my boyfriend, but I know that’s not true. What does scare me, however, is that despite not wanting to admit it, Rhys is a fucking genius. And when he finds my eyes again, his are wide with a realization, and I curse myself.

The fucking boy wonder put two and two together.

“Elton,” I say quickly, stopping him right before we enter the second formal living room. “Do you think I could get a tour?”

He nods quickly. “Of course, baby, but I want you to meet my parents first.”

I don’t know what’s more terrifying: Rhys knowing the truth or meeting the parents for the first time.

I’ve never had to meet a romantic partner’s parents before because I’ve never been in an actual relationship. Fuck, my own damn parents don’t even like me. My throat is suddenly dry, and I wish I had worn something a little bit fancier than a pair of black jeans and a button-up shirt. “Aren’t they going to be a bit busy hosting a party?”

He snorts. “My parents always stop what they’re doing to say hello to Everest and I. Come on, I promise it won’t be so bad. They’ll love you.”

While that’s highly doubtful, I don’t try to stop him again now that he’s made up his mind. We make our way through the crowd and stop in front of a couple surrounded by people vying for their attention. But when the couple spots us, the man quickly dismisses himself.

“If you’ll excuse my wife and I, my other son has just arrived,” Mr. Hill says, nodding kindly as he takes his wife’s hand and pulls her out of the circle. “Elton! You’re cutting it close to midnight, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, Dad.” Elton laughs, hugging his dad and then his mom. “You know that job at the club? Well, I organized the party going on down there, so Knox and I had to stop by.”

“Lennox Sanders,” I blurt out, nearly smacking Elton’s dad in the stomach as I extend my hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Elton raises an amused eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything as his mom pulls me into a hug. “Oh, we’ve heard so much about you already, Knox.”

“Y–You have?” I stutter as I throw Elton a glare, praying to all the gods that it’s been only good things.

“Elton always tells us about his friends,” his dad says, clapping me on the shoulder once his wife releases me. “He actually called you his best friend . I hope Rhys isn’t jealous.”

“We have some hosting duties to attend to, but why don’t you two stay tonight and join all of us for breakfast tomorrow? Elton, you can take your old room, and Knox can take one of the guest rooms,” Mrs. Hill suggests, a genuinely excited smile on her lips. “Rhys and Everest are staying too. Oh, it’ll be so much fun!”

“We’d love to,” Elton answers for the both of us. “We’ll let you go for now, but we’ll find you after midnight.”

Unbelievably, his parents give each of us another hug before they disappear to take care of business. I stand there, dumbfounded, not even a little mad, but frustration leaks through my voice, regardless. “You told your parents about us?”

“Not us . About you ,” he clarifies, looking a little sheepish. “I mean, I wanted to tell them I had a boyfriend, but I didn’t know if you’d be upset that I told someone. I just wanted them to get to know you.”

I soften at that, wishing I had the courage to just reach for his hand. “That’s really nice, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

He chuckles. “I know. My grumpy bear didn’t mean it.”

“God, I fucking hate that nickname.”

“Do you still want that tour?” He points at the grand staircase. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep without me, so I can show you my old room.”

I nod. “Lead the way.”

We walk through the party, trying our hardest not to bump into all the people crowded in the living room, and head up the stairs. The grand staircase is elaborate and fancier than anything I’ve ever seen, and I realize at the last second that there’s a second flight of stairs. When I look at him, he explains. “Everest’s room is on the second floor and mine is on the third. My parents thought it was important for us to have privacy growing up.”

“That’s nice,” I say, a little out of breath as we finally reach the third story. “Now I can see why you’re in such good shape.”

He snorts as he lets us in. “Yeah, I guess the gym doesn’t help with that.”

When I see his room, my brow furrows. I guess I was expecting this to look like a guest quarter, not like he still lives here. What I assume is all of his old high school stuff still lines the walls. Trophies and awards, accolades of all kinds. “They didn’t change anything after you left for college?”

He shakes his head, closing the door behind me. “Nah. They have enough rooms, and I guess they like coming back in here every now and then? I don’t know, man. Parent stuff.”

I chuckle at his horrible explanation and finally give in to the urge to hug him. He purrs in my arms, nuzzling his face in my shoulder as he sighs happily. I feel that too. A sense of deep contentment just being in each other’s arms.

“Hey,” he mumbles against my neck, ghosting his lips across my tattoos. “Wanna fuck?”

I throw my head back with a throaty chuckle. “Has that always been a fantasy of yours? Fucking in your old room?”

“Absolutely.” Snickering, he nibbles on my earlobe. “Plus, it’s so hot that my parents like you.”

“That’s weird.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah, it kind of is.”

He rolls his eyes and slaps my chest. “Whatever. Are we going to fuck or not?”

While the offer is tempting, and my hands are already snaking down to his crotch, I shake my head. “We don’t have any lube, sweetheart.” It’s then that Elton produces five packets of lube from his pocket. “Ah, so you purposefully lured me up here, then?”

He flushes as I start unbuttoning his pants. “One could use the word lured , yes.”

“Well then, sweetheart, why don’t you lie down and let me get you ready,” I say, pushing his underwear and pants down so they pool around his ankles. “Get on the bed and spread your cheeks for me.”

With a giddy smile, he flies onto the bed, hopping a few times as he wiggles out of his shirt. Completely naked, on all fours, ass cheeks spread, he looks like a dream.

My fucking dream.

I kiss my way down his back as I lube up my fingers, knowing that I can’t give him the typical nice and slow teasing I normally do. While it’s doubtful that anybody would come looking for us, and I know Elton’s kinky side is about it, I don’t particularly want to be caught fucking in his parents’ house.

“This is going to be quick, okay?” I tell him as I scissor him open with two fingers, his hole already nice and pliable from when I fucked him earlier today. “You have to stay quiet, sweetheart.”

He moans when I tag his prostate, writhing underneath me. “Oh, fuck, yes. Baby, I’ll be so quiet. I promise.”

I roll my eyes at that outright lie. Here’s to hoping the party downstairs is loud enough to drown out Elton’s slutty moans. I love them, but my special sweetheart is a screamer, and I’m positive the people downstairs would be able to hear.

Once he’s ready, I take off my clothes and rejoin him on the bed, lining myself up against his hole, and push in with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck!”

I have to laugh. “Quiet, huh?”

“Screw you,” he snaps, rocking back against me, setting a brutally quick pace. “I tried.”

“I know. It’s just that this tight slutty body of yours can’t help it,” I coo. Digging my nails into the meat of his ass, I enjoy how he’s topping from the bottom. “Damn, sweetheart. Look at you go. You love this thick cock, don’t you? You’re so greedy for my cum.”

“Yes, yes,” he babbles, throwing his head back with a loud moan. “Fuck my slutty hole, Knox. Do it. Fuck me hard.”

Snickering, I place one hand against the back of his neck and shove his face into the comforter. I use my other hand to slap a red print on his bubble butt. “Anything you want.”

I pound into him with absolutely no finesse. Just listening to the way he whines and whimpers for me has me growing closer. His tight heat engulfing me, the fact that there’s a house full of people downstairs, it has me ready to?—

“The fuck?” I ask when I’m bucked off him. When I think he’s going to ride me, he surprises me by shoving me onto my back and lifting my legs up in the air like oh-shit handles. He scrambles for another packet of lube, ripping it open with his teeth before squirting it directly against my hole.

“Going to fuck you now,” he states, looking nearly ferocious as he fingers me open roughly. “Need to be inside this ass. I can’t help myself. Let me fuck you.”

As an answer, I spread myself open for him, only wincing slightly at the sting. We’re both impatient, counting down the minutes until I’m finally prepared for him, and he can slide in.

Now I’m the one crying out.

“Elton!” I shout, holding on to the comforter for dear life as he plows into me.

“Need to buy a dildo. A big dildo,” he babbles, resting the backs of my legs on his shoulders so he can grab my hips and pull me to meet his thrusts. “We can fuck ourselves as we fuck each other. Oh, God! Imagine that, baby. Imagine something hard and thick in your ass while you’re fucking me. Fuck, let’s get one that vibrates.”

He takes my cock in his hand, jerking me quickly as he loses his composed pace. I clench my jaw hard, trying to hold back the loud moan that wants to escape. Pressure builds in my gut again, the overwhelming feeling of soaring up into space, a tightness that nearly snaps me in half.

I edge myself by planting a foot on his chest and kicking him away. He falls onto his back, eyes wide, growing even wider when I fuck back into him. Having my cock wrapped tightly in a hot, wet hole while feeling so empty is an unusual sensation, so I reach back with one hand as best as I can and play with myself, imagining the picture Elton painted so vividly for us.

“Who’s going to finish in who’s ass, sweetheart?” I ask him, curling my body around his as I wrap his legs around my waist. “You want to be dripping with cum or do you want to suck yours out of my ass this time?”

His eyes roll to the back of his head at my filthy words as he reaches for his cock. “I don’t know. Fuck, baby. You’re making me lose my mind.”

“Does my sweet slut need me to decide?” I chuckle against his lips.

He nods furiously. “Yes, baby. Please. Oh God…I just need to cum. Tell me where to come!”

As I pull out, he whines. He scrambles to push me back, but I have another idea. I flip around, backing my ass into his face, and he understands what I want once I take his aching cock in my mouth. He doesn’t even wait a beat and swallows me whole, gagging around my length. I run my hands up and down his strong thighs, curling my fingers into the smattering of hair there. I’m already on edge with the way he’s rolling my balls in one hand, then he goes ahead and starts finger-fucking me, and I’m a goner.

I come down his throat with a shout around his cock, the pressure in my gut finally releasing, and I swear I black out for a second. Only the taste of Elton’s cum on my tongue brings me back to reality, jarring me into gulping down jet after jet. We’re both out of breath as I roll off him and, like the snuggle slut he is, he drapes himself across my chest.

“So. Good,” he pants, kissing the moon on my chest. “Can we flip fuck more often?”

“Oh, you better believe we’re buying that dildo tonight.”

He chuckles, nibbling at my pierced nipple, until something catches his eye. “Oh, shit! It’s almost midnight! We need to go downstairs!”

I don’t have time to argue that I can’t even fucking move before he’s dragging me out of bed. We both wince as we struggle into our clothes. He takes my hand as we rush out of his room and down the ten thousand stairs to get back to the main living space.

“Where were you two?” Everest asks as we rejoin the crowd. “You almost missed the countdown!”

“Five!”

“Um, I was giving Knox a tour,” Elton lies awkwardly, his cheeks flushed, and one hundred percent in the post-fuck kind of way.

“Four!”

“A tour, huh?” Rhys asks, his tone filled with suspicion, eyeing me with intense disdain. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Three!”

Everest pouts at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Two!”

Elton’s mouth opens and closes as he fumbles for a response. “Oh, you know?—”

“One!”

It’s in that infinite second, right before the cusp of a new year, that I make the best decision of my life.

I take Elton by his cheeks and slam my lips against his.

“Happy New Years!”

I don’t let anyone think this kiss is what it’s not. I slither my tongue into his mouth, pulling him so close that we almost become the same person. He hesitates for a second, but when I palm his ass, he groans and wraps his arms around me. Surrounded by happy people, celebrating a new year filled with new possibilities, and even under the watchful eye of Rhys and Everest, I say fuck it to it all.

Because I’m in love with Elton Hill.

I think I’ve been in love with him for a while now and was just too cowardly to admit it. He’s everything I never thought I’d want. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and he makes me want to be better. He cares for me, he stands up for me, he understands me. It might be too soon, and he’s the romantic between the two of us, but I’ve caught the goddamn bug, and there’s no possibility of it going away.

When I finally pull back, Elton’s lips are puffy and wet and spread into a dazed smile. He flutters his lashes at me, coyly biting the inside of his cheek. “Boyfriends?”

“Hell yeah,” I say, kissing him once more. “How about we go and clarify that to your parents?”

His eyes widen in joy. “Seriously?”

“Seriously?” Rhy deadpans, which earns him a sharp elbow to the side from Everest.

Elton composes himself, smoothing down his shirt and grabbing my hand. “Rhys, Everest. Knox is my boyfriend.”

Everest looks at me for a beat too long, and I hope Elton is too distracted to notice the way I narrow my eyes at him, telling him in no simple terms to keep his mouth shut. He’s smarter than he gives himself credit for because he understands. Sheepishly, and looking extremely uncomfortable, he smiles. “That’s awesome.”

It is. It’s more than awesome, it’s incredible. Elton is the love of my life and now I’ve given him everything. I can’t wait to tell him?—

But I can’t. I can’t tell him I love him, not until I tell him about Everest. Once I tell him that, then we’re good. We’ll fight, sure, but everything will be okay.

Just… Not yet.