I went to his place on Thursday.
Not because I was brave. Because the teammate had gone quiet and Reid had asked why Knox walked him out so fast, and because my cunt had not dried out since Knox’s fingers left my ass and my c**t and a rule I could still hide.
Knox opened the door in a T-shirt and the same kind of sweatpants. No party. No Taryn. His house was smaller than ours. One lamp. He looked at me on the step like he had bet himself I would not show.
“You here to ask,” he said, “or to stand there and drip on my porch.”
“Ask.”
He let me in. The door clicked. I hated how loud it was.
“Say it.”
My face burned. “Break the rule. The virgin one. I saved it. You know I saved it. I want you to take it.”
Knox laughed once, not nice. “You want your stepbrother to f**k the hole you would
