Knot so Lucky (The holidates series Book 2)

eleanor

“Yeah, right. You’re insane. What are you doing here?” Embarrassed, I scrunch my face as I add, “Other than getting beat up.”

If I had to describe the look on Crew’s face, it would be wildly entertained. His eyes drop to my lap before he slides his hand over the console. My eyes follow his line of sight just as he gently plucks my cell phone from between my thighs.

The motion is all too slow and drenched with sex appeal. Drenched like my pussy. His fingers graze my skin as he holds up my cell.

“You never answered my text.”

“Dead,” I answer at the same time he taps the screen.

Crew bites his bottom lip before his eyes lift, locking on mine again as he hands back my phone. God. I feel like I’m in high school. We’re just sitting in my car, smiling at each other like the way you do when you have a crush on someone and you’re finally talking for the first time.

Except I’ve already married him and done some dirty deeds. I think that’s what’s making me smile so much—all those delicious memories.

Damn. I really got drunk and married this dude, then let the starting lineup for the Raiders rail me every which way. I’ve never wanted to be a role model, but god has his favorites, so it would be selfish of me not to accept this privilege.

I laugh to myself over my thoughts, still staring at him and those dreamy fucking blue eyes. I should really buy a notebook and write the whole night out while it’s still fresh. That way, when I get old, the people at the nursing home can read me my ho tales, so I’ll die happy.

Crew leans in, resting his forearms on the middle console as he speaks unhurriedly with all that fucking gravel.

“You’re cute.” His eyes drop to my lips before lifting again. “You should’ve stayed this morning. I would’ve given you a personal wake-up call.”

I mean, it’s only fair since he basically put my kitty in a coma the night before.

My bottom lip drags from between my teeth before I say, “You still haven’t said why you’re here.”

“We have a date.”

“A date?”

He nods, then frowns as he rubs his jaw, adding with a wink, “Yeah, with a judge. I’m thinking I should claim spousal abuse and take you for all you’ve got. You’re so mean to me.”

I laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. He doesn’t budge like he’s extremely comfortable invading my space, so I lean against the door as I speak, glancing at the way his arms fill out his white T-shirt.

“Well, currently, ‘all I got’ would be this T-shirt. A pack of Mentos. And that jackpot for $0.32 we hit last night.”

His brows raise like he’s pretending to be impressed, so I sarcastically throw out, “I know. I know. Try not to be overwhelmed. I really didn’t fuck you last night for you to become a gold digger today. I’d appreciate it if you could maintain some dignity.”

He laughs. And I do, too, before he moves away, grabbing the door handle and saying, “Come on, you pretty little thing. Go put some pants on so we can go do this divorce. No wife of mine will show her ass in public.” He narrows his eyes, still teasing. “But if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you to lunch after. Anyplace you wanna go. I’ll be sixteen cents richer, after all.” He shrugs. “I mean…I’m definitely taking you for half.”

I smile as we both get out of the car, and I look over the roof. Fuck, he’s so tall. I raise my chin higher to make eye contact as I speak.

“I knew this would happen. You’re a monster. Fine. But I’m going big with that kind of fortune—McDonald’s. And I’m warning you…I’m ordering a Big Mac and a Coke.”

He whistles, lifting his hands like what I’m saying is really taxing, making me laugh again before he adds, “And I bet you’ll get that drink with light ice too, just like last night. You’re a real ball breaker.”

Hold on a minute. Did he just remember my order…from when we were plastered?

He glances at me as we walk side by side, and suddenly, I can’t stop grinning again. This guy is too much. Between those fucking muscles and that chiseled jaw, along with the memory of the deep-cut v that runs along his stomach all the way down to paradise—I’m completely hot.

But the fact that he casually threw out the one thing no man has ever known has me rethinking this divorce.

I mean…not really, but like, do I have a crush on my future ex-husband?

Yeah, I think I do, with my whole french-fry-loving heart.

Eww. Why is my pussy being problematic? Vegas is for catching cock, not crushes.

crew

“We’re definitely hooking up again.”

The words pop right out of my mouth without permission or apology. But I can’t be blamed for my frankness. Kissing her is all I’ve thought about for the last ten minutes of this damn drive. Well, maybe not just kissing her.

Her head snaps to mine as her mouth falls open.

“Wow. You’re something else,” she breathes, ending with a grin. “So sure of yourself. I have bad news for you though. I make it a rule never to double dip, my fun dick.”

What the fuck? Did she just call me…

I stop at the red light, turning my body to look at her. I hear my phone buzz, but I ignore it. I know it’s Josh. He’s been blowing me up the whole time we’ve been driving because we’re late.

And we’re about to be even later because what she just said is my only focus. I pipe up, almost laughing, “Did you just call me fun dick?”

She nods with a deadpan expression as she answers, “Yeah.”

When I don’t say anything, she smirks, explaining, “You remember when we were kids and there was that candy that like came with the little sugar stick, and you would dip it into the powder and lick it?”

“Yeah…”

I raise my brows, wondering where the hell she’s going with this because suddenly, all I can see is her last night, dragging her silky tongue up the shaft of my cock before deep-throating.

She smirks like she can see my thoughts before continuing. Shit, she probably can. It’s not like I’m trying to hide what I’m thinking.

“I loved that candy,” she continues, rubbing her hands over her exposed thighs, making me do a double take.

Tiny little goose bumps bloom over her skin as her hands drag up and down. I blink, lost in my thoughts. I want to push her legs apart and drag my warm lips up her inner thigh just to see how far I could make those bloom. Maybe all the way until I reached her pussy… Fuck.

I clear my throat and look back up.

“You loved that candy? Sorry, you were saying?”

She nods, amused as she continues. “Yeah…but I could only ever sample one flavor before I’d eat the fuck out of that little stick, and I’d get a stomachache.”

Little? I mouth, knowing she’ll get the joke, as I reach up to lower the air-conditioning.

She does get it because her eyes roll before she adds, “The point is…your cock, Crew, is my Fun Dip. Deliciously flavored but only good for one round, or you’ll end up making me sick.”

I laugh because I literally don’t even know what to say. I have never met a girl like this in all my life. I’m shaking my head, my eyes locked on hers as she smiles back, completely unapologetic.

Jesus, there are so many thoughts traveling through my brain, most of them about how I want to fuck her even more now. How does she do that? Make me want her more while holding me under a fucking sea of rejection.

“Light’s green,” she whispers, her eyes staying connected to mine as she motions to the signal.

I huff a laugh, still partially in shock as the GPS tells me to make a left. The steering wheel is midturn as I glance over at her again.

“Let me get this straight. Now that you’ve tried me, you’ll move on to another flavor?”

“Yep.”

Damn. And people say men are terrible.

“You’re such a player,” I goad, pulling into the parking lot. “A love ’em and leave ’em type.” She rolls her eyes again, not missing the teasing in my voice, especially as I add, “But don’t worry about me. I won’t bother you with my tears—”

She interrupts with a shit-eating grin.

“Let me guess, you’ll wait until you’re in the shower, listening to early 2000 Ashlee Simpson songs before really falling apart.”

“‘Pieces of Me’ got me through some hard times, Eleanor. Have some respect.”

“Oh. My. God,” she scoffs incredulously. “Give me a break. I’m the player? How many real relationships have you had in the last five months…let alone the last five years?”

I’m parking as she lifts a hand, stopping me from answering.

“Hold on. Let’s make it even easier to answer. Name three girls whose last names you know.” Before I can pop off my retort, she crosses her arms and says, “Women you aren’t related to, Crew.”

My head swings back so that I’m staring past the hood of the car with a smirk on my face, shoulders shaking in acquiescence as she says, “Mm-hmm, exactly. So, shut up. You just don’t like to lose.”

She’s right. I don’t. Who the fuck does, other than losers? I reach down and lace my fingers through hers, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing the top gently.

I’m trying for charming, even though she looks unconvinced. Amused but unconvinced.

“You realize if I win, we both win,” I tease. “And technically, ex-husband should count as a different flavor.” With my lips against her skin, I lift my eyes. “If you let me dip my stick in, I’ll let you lick it off.”

She scream-laughs, tugging her hand away before she takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

“You’re such a guy…you should’ve offered to just lick it, and I would’ve said yes. Now you’re screwed, buddy.”

Buddy? She’s the cruelest little vixen.

She turns away, still smiling as she gets out of the car. But I groan as I exit, tossing my words at her.

“You should work for the military because you definitely specialize in torture.”

She laughs, and I follow suit until my eyes land on Josh. He’s pacing at the top of the empty front steps of the courthouse.

“Your lawyer?” she breathes out as we meet at the front of the car. “He must stay busy with a guy like you as a client.”

I chuckle, but without skipping a beat, I put her in a loose headlock, smiling as she laughs before pulling her toward me so we’re flush.

“Wild Card, listen to me…you can’t blame a guy for trying. For the record, you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever known. Not just anyone can handle Tweedle-Dumbass and Tweedle-Dipshit so well.”

She knows exactly what I’m talking about. Nate and TJ might’ve been guest stars, but the way she worked the three of us over made her spotlight very well deserved. She’s filthy, and we loved…I loved every minute.

Those big eyes of hers stare up, her palms pressed against my chest as my lips barely part. But it’s Eleanor who speaks first.

“You’ll have to tell the Tweedles I said goodbye.”

“Deal,” I whisper, wetting my lips, making no secret about what I want. “But since we’re here…together. Maybe one for the road?” I lift my chin, beckoning her mouth. “You can’t divorce me without a proper goodbye, right?”

She shrugs, a gleam in her eyes, whispering, “I mean, it is a traditional goodbye in many countries…sooo—”

Her fingers curl into my shirt, gathering bits of it as they crawl up my chest, pulling me down toward her as my words hurry out.

“So does that mean yes?”

“Just kiss me goodbye already, QB.”

The smile on my face vanishes because I do just that. My mouth seals over hers, hands cradling her face.

Fuck. She tastes exactly how I remember. Like mint and lavender. Her tongue’s like a fucking dessert, and I can’t get enough. A low rumble shakes my chest as she nips my bottom lip before sucking it, her hands sliding around my body, hugging me.

There’s not a hint of space between us. Not between our mouths or my hardening cock and her stomach. Our heads tilt, lips gliding between each other’s, tongues dancing faster and faster. She’s stealing my breath, and I’m stealing hers because neither of us seems capable of stopping.

We’re fucking. I mean, we’re not, but this kiss feels like we’re fucking.

I’m hovering over her, my fingers tightening in her hair as we stumble backward before hitting the hood of the car. She moans, and I almost lose it.

Her leg lifts, drawing up the side of mine before lowering, and all I want to do is wrap them around my waist and bury my dick inside her like last night. God, the thought of her tight cunt makes me kiss her harder.

She’s clawing into my back as another moan escapes, set free into my mouth. Instinctually, my hands drop to her waist to lift her onto my hood, but Eleanor pushes my chest, humming, “Mm-hmm.”

I immediately break away, creating space between us, and stare down at her, totally breathless, before I chuckle.

“My bad.”

She smiles as my hands still linger by her body, but I’m on a lag, still sucked in by the moment, adrenaline pounding through me, making my heart beat a mile a minute.

Fuck. Holy fuck.

“Damn,” she pants, staring back at me, looking as wild as I feel. “Nobody’ll give us a divorce if they saw that. I’m not sure it looked like the goodbye kiss we were planning.”

I smirk, lifting my fingers to her mouth, wiping away the shine around her lips as I try to control my breathing. Eleanor’s eyes tick down, so I follow, hearing her chuckle.

Shit. Yeah, there’s no missing the outline of my dick in my basketball shorts.

I shrug, looking back at her.

“What can I say? Your mouth puts me in a sexual chokehold—”

Whatever I’m about to say next is lost because Josh shouts my name, making me look over my shoulder. He’s tapping his watch too aggressively, so I look back at Eleanor and smile, whispering, “You think instead of I do, they’ll make us say I don’t?”

She gives me a little push. But as I’m turning, I feel her hand slip into mine, drawing my eyes down to see them joined, making me smile.

Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that.

No commitment, all the fun, and none of the feelings.