Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(16)

A very strong hand grips my thigh, holding it in place as he yells back, “Would you quit fucking hitting me? Eleanor. Open your goddamn eyes.”

Eleanor? They’ve done their research.

I swing harder, shouting, “How the fuck do you know my name?” I connect again with my open palm, sending shock waves up my arm. “I know someone who knows Liam Neeson’s trainer. This bitch is not about to be taken.”

My wrist is grabbed, so I blurt self-defense lessons again. “Make my body limp.”

As if I’m trying to actively get kidnapped, I go limp, jerking my wrist from his hand as I fall over the console. My head and arms sprawled into his lap.

Why am I getting closer to his dick?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The deep voice thunders, “Get off me.”

He grabs my rib cage, trying to lift me, but I’m not cooperating, even though he raises me anyway as more insanity tumbles out of my mouth.

“I have gonorrhea. Nobody will pay good money for me. I’m bargain basement. Spoiled meat. Throw me back.”

“Is this a joke?” My jaw is gripped, forcing me to turn my face toward his voice. “I’m not trying to traffic you, weirdo. Open your fucking eyes. Jesus Christ. It’s Crew.”

I’m panting, completely breathless, as I blink, then open my eyes slowly.

Eyes the color of water from somewhere tropical stare back, set against tousled brown hair and lips with just the right hint of fullness.

My chest’s still rising and falling too fast as a grin grows on my face. Because Crew’s just as hot as I remember…and as the fucking gravel in his voice.

“Hey, wifey. Remember me?”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh as I nod and attempt to fix my hair, swiping it out of my face.

But he winks and rubs his jaw, tapping a finger to it as he adds, “Good. Now, give daddy a kiss and make it better.”





seven





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





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.”