I opened the door.
Knox filled the frame in the same gray sweatpants. No Taryn. No smile for the yard. His eyes went past my face to the bed — rumpled, a shine on the sheet, the smell of lube and s*x that a locked window would not have saved. Then they dropped to my thighs. Tank. Bare. I had not cleaned up. My ass still felt open. My fingers were still tacky.
He stepped in and shut the door with his heel. The bass below kept lying that this was still a party.
“He said you called my name.” Not a question. “While he was in you.”
My mouth was dry. “He’s a liar.”
Knox’s gaze flicked to the wet on the inside of my leg. “He’s a loud liar. Reid’s going to hear the short version if I don’t shut it down. You want that, or you want to tell me which hole you gave a nobody so you could moan for y
