She restarts the conversation as I try to pay attention. There’s no way I could tell her, not when I’m teetering close to the edge. Knox watches from across the room, teasing me as he makes it pulse erratically to keep edging me. When she gets up to get a cookie, I walk over to Knox, who leads me into the common room where we sit.

“Enjoy, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear as I lay my head back on the cushion and stare at him. “Think of me inside you.”

“This is torture.” Because I do want him inside me.

I can barely breathe as another mind-shattering orgasm rips through me. When Grandma Bishop walks in, I sit up straight like I’d been caught drinking behind the church.

“I’m so relieved you two finally realized you were meant to be together!” She smiles proudly.

Knox smirks. “Thanks to you, Grandma.”

I do my best to smile though all I want is to pass out from exhaustion. “Glad someone was able to knock some sense into this stubborn man.”

She narrows her eyes as she studies my face. “Sweetie, you look flushed. Do you feel okay?”

“I feel fine, but thanks for asking,” I stand and hug her. We make small talk for a few more minutes, and then everyone gets together for the annual Christmas family photo.

Afterward, we make the rounds to say our goodbyes, then get in Knox’s truck.

“That was an experience,” I state once I’m buckled in. “My body’s ready to collapse.”

“Just wait until I get you in my bed.” He flashes me a wink as he starts the engine.

“I hope I can handle it.” I slump against the seat.

“Don’t tap out on me just yet. I’ve just gotten started with you.”

“I don’t think we’re ever gonna get sick of each other,” I taunt as I bite down on my lower lip in anticipation. Although that was an intense evening of clit stimulation, I always want more when it comes to him.

“Just practicing that breeding kink until you’re knocked up.”

I snort, shaking my head. Though I figured he was adventurous in the bedroom, it surpassed all my expectations of getting to experience it firsthand.

On the way home, I flip through the notebook that Kane got me for Christmas.

“He did a really good job,” Knox says as I run my hand over the front cover.

“Yeah, he did,” I say, then open it to the first page and see a handwritten note.

I’m so damn happy you’re happy.

Don’t break my brother’s heart. He couldn’t handle losing you.

A smile touches my lips as Knox interlocks his fingers with mine.

“What?” he asks, noticing my reaction, and I shake my head.

“Nothing, Cowboy. Nothing at all.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

KNOX

SIX WEEKS LATER