“I would have,” I said, nodding.
“Right. Because you’ve been so that way before.” She escaped me, starting to leave the bath and I tugged her arm. She came back when I pulled her, floating her over onto my lap again.
I folded fingers behind her neck, a perfect flush filling her cheeks. “That’s what I said, didn’t I? I would have been different. I don’t fucking lie.” I may have been a lot of things, a brute, an asshole even, but if I said something, I meant it. I curled a knuckle against her cheek. “It’s different with you.”
Though, I didn’t know why. This girl continued to make me do stupid things and even lie to my grandpa about her. I didn’t fucking do that, the two of us close, and I’d never felt compelled to before. Gramps and I didn’t keep things from each other, but in this case, with Greer involved with that thing with Bryce, I had. It made me question a lot of things, much like this moment now with my hands on her.
Her arms settled around me, staring at me. She played with the hair at the nap of my neck, and I swore to God that shit ran down to my toes.
“Is that why you took me to see your mom?” The words froze my hold around her, pinning me to the tub.
My lips parted. “I told you why. To help with your assignment.” She’d said she was failing because of me due to our back and forth. I shouldn’t have cared, but I did enough to at least try to help. Her fingers played again with my hair, and I nearly shot my cock into her right there.
Especially when she kissed me.
Her lips came down, hard over my mouth like they had in the club, and she stunned me once again. I was never ready for it. Ready for her, but letting her, I turned her, pressing her against the tub. The water sloshed around us, the jets shooting right into her backside, and she bucked, pressing that perfect pussy against me.
“Greer,” I growled, cradling the back of her head. “If you don’t stop I can’t promise no sex in here.”
Her only response to that was to rub herself against me, my shit steel and had not a door slammed from inside the house somewhere I definitely would have fucked this girl in my bathtub. The door slam followed stomping sounds a floor below, and freezing, Greer gripped me. “You said no one else would be here.”
There shouldn’t be, and starting to get up, I came back down at the sound of my name. I recognized the voice.
“He’s here. I know he is. His car is here,” called December, my buddy’s fiancee December. “Knight Reed, I know you’re here, and you’re a complete ass. What’s this I hear about you yelling at a girl the other night here at the frat? Get your ass down here and yell at me, why don’t you?”
Fucking, fuck. Annoyance that I’d been so fucking candid with who was supposed to be my friend after I yelled Greer off the frat property the other evening. I heard him next, a boisterous chuckle from downstairs.
“Sorry, brother,” Royal called a floor down. Another chuckle. “And you better come down here. December’s heated up.”
“Heated up? Royal, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am, babe. Calm down. Knight, get down here please!”
At this point, Greer had her hand covering her face, but she must have known this confrontation was about her because she was smiling a little behind her hand. Rolling my eyes, I waded off her.
“Better go,” I said, but couldn’t help bringing my hand behind her neck and kissing her again. An instant head rush hit right away and something told me this little dove was about to get me in trouble. I’d never done this shit before, all new.
I just hoped whatever this shit was I didn’t regret it.
Chapter Seventeen
Greer
Knight came downstairs as summoned, tugging me behind him. I was wearing one of his collared shirts and a pair of boxers because he tossed them at me, and after he stretched a tee over himself and pulled on some shorts we were downstairs, a party at the island in the kitchen. I immediately recognized the couple as his friends from that night with Bryce. The girl, tall and beautiful with hair just as brown-black as Knight’s, stood beside another Greek god, the guy’s name Royal. He lounged casually against the wall as the girl, December I assumed her name was, flailed her arms at him. She was in a raincoat and rain boots, and Royal smiled at he
r, more amused by her rant than agitated. I think that only worked her up more if the animation of her limbs and sudden rise of her voice was an indicator. Noticing Knight and me, Royal’s attention drifted our way and December’s too. She frowned. “Is this her?”
Knight said nothing, but his shrug in her direction let her know what she’d asked was correct. Without warning, she swiped a magazine from the kitchen island and rolled it up. I dodged away as she swung the thing at him, three raps against the chest before a slap at his head.
“December? What the fuck,” Knight growled, jerking the thing away from her. This girl was bold because without her paper, she started punching at his arm with her fists. This only amused Knight, his anger leaving completely when this girl clearly wasn’t hurting him at all. This only enraged her more, and she launched at him to which Royal finally stepped in and pulled her back by the hips.
“Okay, okay,” Royal crooned, tucking her back into his chest. He had to secure her limbs, laughing the whole time. “I think he’s learned his lesson, babe.”
“Has he?” She reached for him again, but Royal turned her around.
He touched her cheek with a finger. “How about we talk to him? Get his side?”
“What side? He yelled at a girl.” Her dark eyes fire, she shot a look in my direction. “He yell at you?”