Free Knots by Chanse Lowell

took over and his other hand ran softly down her side. The contrast between the rough and soft made her knees buckle.
    She was slipping down the wall.
    His hand went to her ribs, then moved down and wrapped around her waist. He pulled her hips into his and made this hungry, devouring moan. Her pussy clenched.
    Shit. He was so hard and breathing like he was about to come undone.
    “Do you know how much I want you? How long I’ve waited for this . . . Christ, Jean . . . You drive me absolutely fucking nuts for you.” He nipped at her neck, sucked at the curve and then his breath washed down her shirt. “So many times I thought about just throwing you over my shoulder and taking off with you—that’s how insane I am over you.”
    Goose bumps flowed down her chest, and her nipples tightened.
    Her words were tied up inside her, lost in the millions of knots he’d created inside her.
    “Two weeks will never be enough with you,” he said, his voice husky and deep.
    His tongue washed over the dip at her throat.
    A split second later, he let go of her and she swayed in her spot.
    “Fuck . . .” she breathed.
    “Yeah, I want to, but we’ve gotta be somewhere.” He adjusted himself in his pants, and for the first time ever, she braved a long hard look at his crotch.
    He was fucking gigantic.
    She swallowed. And her throat, that had previously been dry, was now drowning in saliva.
    What the hell was wrong with her? She was staring at Pono’s friend’s dick.
    “Let’s go,” he said, voice raspy.
    She was propelled forward by him, and it wasn’t until she was in his car, speeding away, that she realized this was insane.
    She’d just agreed to be his, and they were going to her in-laws right now. He’d behave, right?
    She glanced over at him, and his jaw was set tight, but there was a look of smugness in his eyes.
    Shit. This was going to be . . . awkward? Amazing? The end of the Jeanine she’d always known and disliked?
    Ah God, he’d already turned her life upside down.

Chapter 5
     
    Jeanie was holding her breath.
    “I’m actually glad to be here,” Mark said.
    He pulled into Pono’s parents’ neighborhood, and she made a face when he parked the car.
    “What’s wrong?” He turned the car off.
    “It’s just . . . I’m sorry. Everything’s so different now. Every time Pono and I ever came here, he’d take five minutes to park the car. He couldn’t ever decide which spot would be the best.”
    “Well, seeing as how you’re wearing heels, I didn’t want you to have to walk far. I can always move the car if his family needs me to.”
    She smiled.
    His heart lifted like the corners of his mouth.
    “So beautiful,” he said. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
    “Yeah, me too—I mean with you. You’re . . . Well, you’re very distracting with how good-looking you are,” she said and ducked her head down with a shy glance his way every few seconds.
    He wanted to lean over and kiss her so badly, but there was no way he could do that here.
    “Jeanie! Jeanie!” Marly screeched and flew at the car.
    “Looks like the president of your fan club is here to greet you,” he said, grinning.
    He got out of the car before Jeanie could make a comment back.
    Marly jumped around behind him as he leaned in to help Jeanie out of the car.
    Jeanie’s white summer dress was modest and had petite navy flowers all over the skirt, but something about it turned him on so much he wondered how he was going to get through this without a giant erection.
    “Smell good, too,” he told Jeanie, leaning in right as he pulled her all the way up.
    Another pink-cheeked look and innocent smile, and he was even harder.
    He locked up the car and closed it up.
    Jeanie glanced at him once more over her shoulder, eyes soft and seemingly captivated by him.
    Jesus, fuck—she was killing him with those furtive looks of hers. How much did she think he could take before he’d snap and do that caveman shit where he chucked her onto his