Everything was quiet for a second, and I figured whoever it was had the wrong house and they’d moved on.
“Need to fuck you.” Cannon groaned, gripping my ass roughly in one palm. I knew his restraint was hanging by a thread, and that sent my heart racing.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pushed in one inch more and we both held our breath, waiting for me to adjust. The pain soon ebbed, giving way to a sweet, satisfying stretch, and I parted my thighs to signal him deeper . . .
The silence evaporated as the knocking started again, louder this time. And it didn’t let up. Someone was pounding at my door like a lunatic.
My eyes widened and found Cannon’s. What a fucking awkward situation. With just the wide flared head of his cock inside me, there we lay, our limbs intertwined, our hearts pounding, like a porno left on pause.
Of all the absurd situations to find myself in—being interrupted by pounding at the door, when all I wanted was him pounding into me.
He groaned in frustration, placing his lips against my throat. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
“I have to. Just let me see who it is, and I’ll send them away. I promise. I just don’t want my neighbors to call the police.”
He pulled out of me, achingly slowly, letting out a hiss. “Fuck.”
I patted his chest and smiled at him.
Gripping my wrist, he held me firm and met my eyes. “Hurry.”
His cock stood tall, proud, and tempting against his stomach, and I gave it one last look of longing as I threw my shirt on over my head and shimmied into my discarded jeans.
Fuck! Leaving my damp panties on the floor, I rushed from the bedroom toward the front door. The motherfucking zombie apocalypse better be here for all the racket going on at my doorstep.
Glancing through the peephole, I saw that it was Allie.
Chapter Twelve
Paige
“You better be dead or dying.” I pulled open the door with a huff.
Allie was standing at my front door, her fist still poised for pounding. If she only knew what she’d interrupted, what was going on inside the bedroom a mere twenty feet away . . .
What the hell? Hot shame burned through me at the sight of Allie’s bright red face, streaked with tears and the remnants of her mascara.
“Oh God, Al. What’s going on?” I pulled her inside, and she practically launched herself into my arms with a broken sob.
It took several minutes of coaxing the words out of her, waiting patiently as she gulped and hiccupped, to understand that she’d had a fight with James.
I led her to the couch and told her to sit while I grabbed a box of tissues. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. I sped toward Cannon’s room to tell him to get his ass dressed and presentable ASAP.
“Cannon!” I whispered, peeking in through the open door. He was still lying in the center of the bed, naked, with his hard cock jutting up on his belly. “Allie’s here,” I whisper-yelled.
“Fuck!” He jumped up from the bed, grabbing his pants from the floor and yanking them on at lightning speed.
I winced at the idea of how it must feel to stuff that huge erection back inside its tight denim prison. Eeee. Not good, I imagined.
But I had no time to linger. I rushed off to grab the tissues and met Allie back in the living room. Thankfully, she gave no indication of suspecting that her brother was just inside me not thirty seconds ago. Fucking hell! I was a terrible friend.
Handing her a wad of tissues, I sat down beside her to wait as she blew her nose and got herself under control. It took several minutes of deep breathing.
I took her hand. “What in the world happened?” Even if I wasn’t a fan, Allie loved James. Whatever it was would surely blow over in a day or two, once they both had a chance to cool down.
“He’s been cheating on me for months.”
Or maybe not. “What are you talking about?” I asked.
Cannon strolled out of the bedroom looking collected and put together. Thank God. He met my eyes quickly as he gave Allie a hug. “You okay, sis?”
She sucked in a breath and nodded once. “I will be once I get that lying, cheating sack of shit out of my life.”
“What happened?” I asked, trying to ignore my body’s response to Cannon’s proximity. Pesky pheromones. It had been way too long since I’d had any attention from the opposite sex. I would have to rectify that; otherwise I’d be jumping Cannon’s bones every chance I got. I made a mental note to sign up for that stupid dating app Allie had been hounding me about the first chance I got.
Allie took a deep breath. “James has been having an affair.” She spoke calmly, but her expression was pained and her hands were fisted in her lap. “It was all a lie—all the times he said he had to work late, or go into the office on a Sunday. He’s been carrying on with another woman for months now. A divorcée with two kids . . . not that it fucking matters.”
All the breath whooshed from my lungs. That was the last thing I’d expected to hear.