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That was it for me.”
    Now Knox grabbed my other arm. He
was holding me. Fuck, it was so good. So comforting. I wanted him to pull me
close. Kiss me.
    “Listen to me, Ana. Your mother did
not split up my parents. My old man always had problems. So did my mother. She
worked herself ragged for nothing. He always looked for the next big thing to
go for. They never once saw eye to eye. It doesn’t make what happened right.
Yeah, they were fucking each other. He was married. Maybe your Ma is a whore,
but I doubt it. She was looking for something and found it in my old man. Just
a temporary fix to a bigger problem. Don’t you ever think that she split them
up though. Or that it did anything to me.”
    I swallowed hard. I felt like I
could cry. “But you were gone, Knox. I saw them right before they got caught.
Then everything happened. I had to live next door to your mother. I had to see
her.”
    “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I really
am.”
    “Now my mother gets hers, right?”
    “No. Cancer isn’t the same as sex
with your neighbor.” Knox smiled. He always made me smile. “Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “How bad is it?”
    “They said it’s early enough she
should be okay,” I told him.
    Thinking about all that now, I was
so far wrong. So were the doctors. Everyone was wrong. At that exact moment
with Knox, my mother’s life was counting down. Hundreds of days were left for
her to live. And toward the end, those days weren’t even living. They were
simply waiting to die.
    “She’ll be fine,” Knox said. “She’s
tough. Like you. Right? You doing okay?”
    I forced a nod. “I’m okay.”
    “All this shit… it works for you?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t
know what you want me to say, Knox. I know what I want.”
    My bottom lip started to quiver.
    A second later, his lips touched
mine. The softest, most perfect touch ever. We froze for a few seconds and then
he started to pull away. I hurried and touched his face. The scruff of facial
hair and the steel like line of his jaw. My body ached for him. The craziest
desire stirred up like a hurricane in my core. He made my inner thighs tremble
and my breasts shiver so that my nipples were rigid.
    He kissed me again, this time like
the outlaw he was. His tongue commanded me back, pinning me against the very
restaurant my boyfriend was inside. His hands grabbed my hips and slammed my
ass against the wall. As his hands moved down and between my legs, he forced my
legs open and bent his legs, thrusting forward, lifting, making me feel his
thick cock through his jeans. He pressed so hard that my panties rubbed my
clit, making me sigh.
    Knox’s left hand then touched my
face while his right hand eased up my body, cupping my breast over my shirt.
    We stood there, me slightly arched,
offering the lower half of my body to him as he towered over me, kissing like
fools. We were making out like the world was coming to an end. Hell, the world
for us had already ended. So much stuff put time and space between us, all we
had were these little flirty moments of wildness.
    As his hand moved back down my
body, his fingertips touched the top of my jeans. He drew a line right to the
middle of my belly and then slipped down. I think it was his middle finger (not
like it fucking mattered ) that touched me first. Curling, pulling, exposing
my dampness for his liking. His mouth opened over mine and we stood there,
breathing into each other’s mouth.
    Could anything be any hotter than
that?
    I could taste all of him. The
cigarettes, whiskey, the leather, the steel and the exhaust of his motorcycle.
The ultimate dream and nightmare rolled into one beautiful package.
    He pressed two fingers against my
clit and made circles.
    I groaned and bit my lip, keeping
myself from making too much noise. I then gasped for air and he refused to let
up. I grabbed his wrist, fearing Porter was going to come busting out of the
restaurant.
    Shit, what would happen then?
    My legs started to shake.
    My