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CHAPTER 022: Get Wax Out Of One's Ears
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My mind is numb. Everything around me is still spinning from what just happened. From the kiss. From the nerve. From the audacity. I don’t know how long Finn’s lips stayed on mine, or if they were even moving against mine, but the moment he let go of my coat, I knew it was over. Whatever moment he thought we were having—it had expired. He’s smiling. "You have very soft lips," he says. "What's that flavor? Strawberry?" My heart races with fury. I’m about to rain hellfire on him when someone clears their throat into the mic. The emcee. Standing with a grin that’s far too amused. All eyes are on us. Victoria Hartley, smiling like she’s just seen her fantasy come to life. Knox—expression unreadable. Hunter’s eyes are wide. And Delilah… frowning. “Looks like we’ve got a wedding rehearsal and a love story unfolding at the same time,” the emcee says, beaming. Laughter ripples through the crowd. Finn chuckles too. “I think that’s a sign of great things to come tomorrow,” the e
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My orgasm rips through me like a storm. I shatter around him, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. My body trembles. Clenches. Milks him as I ride every last pulse of pleasure out of myself. But he’s not done. He wraps one strong arm around my waist and flips me with almost no effort, laying me back on the chair and spreading my legs. My panties are shoved to the side, the toy still buzzing against me, the mess between my thighs shameless and dripping. Then he’s inside me again. All of him. Deep and brutal. The stretch is dizzying. He pins my legs up, bending me in half, and drives into me like he’s trying to ruin my soul. “Fuck, Sloane,” he grits out. “You feel like heaven. So tight. So goddamn wet.” His hips piston into me, again and again, each thrust dragging a raw moan from my throat. I’m still sensitive from the orgasm, the vibrator still humming against my clit, and it’s all too much. Too good. Too deep. His hand moves to my throat, gripping. I gasp, eyes
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*** ~~KNOX~~ *** I have spent years building a habit of not getting involved in people’s business. Especially Finn’s. Especially anything remotely connected to the circus that is Finn and Delilah. It's not that I don’t care—I just learned the hard way that sticking your nose into other people’s messes has a way of turning you into the villain, even when you were trying to mop up their blood. So I stopped trying. Stopped caring. Let people make their own choices and eat the consequences. It’s cleaner that way. Simpler. But the truth is, Hunter’s going to find out eventually—about Delilah, about me, about all of it. And it’s better if the truth comes from me than from someone with an agenda or an axe to grind. I’m not exactly known for being friendly. I’m not the kind of guy Hunter usually surrounds himself with—he’s the suit, the smile, the shining damn example of a man people want to follow. But somehow, despite all our differences, we’ve managed to build something that goes bey
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“You can’t possibly be serious,” I say. “You want to leave me on this bed all alone?”I expect him to laugh in that dark way of his, saying gotcha. But I see it in his eyes.He actually means it.There’s no teasing glint, no trace of smugness or mischief. Just this unreadable flatness—like he’s trying to keep something buried under control.I grip his hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”“Sloane, listen—”“No, you listen. I’ve obeyed you all evening while you bossed me around like some war general. Now it’s my turn.” I yank his hand, firmer this time. “Get on the fucking bed, Knox.”That gets me a smile from him. “Feisty,” he says. “That was stimulating. Do it again.”“I’m not playing.” I keep my hand locked around his, not budging. “Don’t turn this into a joke.”His smile lingers, but something changes behind it—something quieter, more fragile. Not weak, no. Knox doesn’t do weak. But… afraid?Is that what this is? Fear?I step toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my
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Just like that, the desire drains from Knox's face. “Hard?” he says. “He’s clearly not doing well with me leaving. And it's understandable. I’ve been the only constant in his life for years. He hardly goes home. He doesn’t have you. He doesn’t have friends. Just me. And Delilah, of course. Who knows what he’ll do next? He could get himself incarcerated or worse. He needs help, Knox. Not threats. Not more trauma.” His jaw flexes. “What are you saying exactly?” “I’m saying let me get him the help he needs. There's no rule that states I can't date one brother and help the other.” “Sloane—” “Come on. I won't be able to live with myself if he does something he can't come back from. He's crazy. I should have known he'd not take this well. He doesn’t cope well with abandonment. I just need to make sure he gets therapy.” “You mean get institutionalized?” “Please?” Knox sighs and looks away, muttering something I don’t catch. But when he turns back, I know it already. He’s not going
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“Bunny,” I breathe, crossing the distance in a few long strides and pulling her straight to my chest. She melts into me. Just folds into my body like she belongs there. No hesitation. I kiss her forehead, bending slightly because she’s always smaller without her heels. “It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “Shit happens.” “I left him,” she whispers. “I knew how psychotic he can get when he feels abandoned. Yet I left.” “You had to. People meet, and they part ways.” She pulls back, eyes red-rimmed but clear. “I’m going to make sure he gets help.” I brush her bangs out of her face, fingers lingering on her temple. “Of course. He’ll get all the help he needs. I’ll see to that.” She nods. Her eyes search mine like she’s looking for something final in them. Some reassurance. “Should we call your parents?” she asks. “He broke an arm, right?” “Yes. And he’s concussed.” “Can he talk?” “Yeah.” “Can he move?” “Yes.” “He’ll survive. Just wait down the hall for me, alright? I gotta ch
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I exhale. “Just our usual problems. You know how it is.” She's still skeptical but nods. “Alright. So who do I need to call? Your mom? Your dad?” I shake my head. “No. Don’t. My family’s far away. There’s no need to make them panic and hop on a plane. You’re my only friend here.” I meet her eyes. “You’re enough.” She hesitates. Her gaze drops to the floor, then back to me. “I’ll call Knox.” “No!” Too fast. “I have to let someone know,” she says. “Just relax, Finn. Lay back.” I watch her pull out her phone and walk toward the hallway. My stomach sinks. This isn’t going as planned. She’s supposed to sit here. Feed me jello. Fluff my pillow. Cry a little maybe. Re-forge the bond I’ve been trying to drag back together since the wedding fell apart. But instead, she’s dialing him. And just before she walks out of earshot, I hear her say: “Hey, babe. So, um, your brother got in an accident and—” I close my eyes. Shit. Knox is going to come. He’ll hear Sloane’s voice. Hear tha
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*** ~~FINN~~ *** Delilah hasn’t stopped glaring at me. She’s sitting to my left in the only visitor chair in the room, arms crossed so tightly across her chest I’m half-convinced she’s trying to fold herself in half. Her legs are angled away from me, but her eyes—they haven’t moved. Not once. Not since the doctor gave her visitation clearance. “Could you stop with the looks, please?” I grumble, adjusting myself on the hospital bed. My arm is immobilized in a heavy-duty sling, wrapped and elevated with what feels like ten pounds of gauze and Velcro. “I’m already in pain as it stands. I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” Delilah only glares harder. “I could go to jail for what I did,” she says. “No, you won’t. I asked you to do it. It was my decision.” She looks away for the first time, fingers threading through her hair as she rubs her temple. Her voice comes quieter. Tighter. “Still doesn’t change the fact that I stupidly agreed to break your arm with a hammer and
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I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.An answer.A promise.A miracle, maybe.‘Meet someone new.’Like it’s that simple.Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.A perfect suburban fantasy.God.The worst part is…I know she’s not completely wrong.Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions. He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.Something he won’t talk about.And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.It’s always the girlfriend who ends up kidnapped by the main character’s rival, drowned in a bathtub, or shot through the heart in a drive-by—because she loved the wrong man.But Knox never pretended he was good.Not once.And I…I accep
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*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Today turned out to be more productive than I anticipated. I wish I could say this renewed vigor for work has anything to do with Knox screwing me against a closet earlier today. No. As far as I know, thinking about Knox being inside me is my biggest source of distraction. Not my proudest moment, but I spent half the day quietly plotting how I might steal Knox’s phone and hack into it. Funny, isn’t it? How picturing yourself stealing your boyfriend’s phone—and actively contemplating breaking about a hundred cybersecurity ethics to hack into it—can light a fire under your ass. Normal people would just ask their boyfriends about the things they wanted to know. Normal boyfriends would actually answer. But no. Knox Hartley is about as tight-lipped as a CIA agent under torture. And the inquisitive part of me? Yeah, she’s not resting until she cracks him open. As I drive back toward my apartment, I run through the possibilities like I’m prepping a heist: —
