Page 88 of Sterling Heat

“Sebastian.” Enya is breathless. “I want you.”

God, I want her, too. “This is awkward as fuck, but I need you to know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I’ve been to the doctor since then.” Staying free of drugs and checking my health regularly is important to me. I don’t want any surprises from something stupid that happened a long time ago.

“I trust you.” Her breath is soft while strained. She’s eager for more and the shift of her body, dancing beneath mine, tells me she’s getting close. Through my jeans and her shorts, she’s going to come and I’m a proud man that she’s so turned on by me.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“What the—” The sharp rapping of a fist on my door has Enya and I both stilling. I stare down at her, holding my breath, hoping whoever it is will go away.

My girl is about to come, and I want to please her.

“Sebastian? Seb? I know you’re in there.”

“Are you kidding me?” I groan, lowering my head to Enya’s.

She chuckles beneath me. The vibration rattles her body, emphasizing our position. My dick is ready to bust through my zipper and the seam of her shorts. I’m so fucking hard.

“You better get that,” Enya whispers teasingly as another fierce hammering happens against my door.

“I’m going to kill him,” I mutter, quickly kissing Enya before pressing off her to my knees and offering her a hand to sit upright. Her face is flushed. Her lips swollen from our kissing. “I’ll get rid of him.”

“It’s fine.” She waves before I climb off her and stalk toward the door that leads directly out of my apartment to the fire escape.

“What?” I growl as I hastily open the barrier and glare at Knox.

He sways a bit on his feet. “I need a place to hide.”

My brows crease. Knox is not a coward. He’s a decorated war hero. He’s braver than anyone I know and tucks all that bravado into jokes and jests.

“Are you drunk?”

“No.”

It might be a lie, but I won’t kick him out. Knox isn’t one to overindulge. He knows what our father turned into when he did.

“What’s going on?”

“Just let me in.” He takes a step to pass me, but I place a hand on his chest. He sways like he’s about to face-plant to the floor.

“Are you alright?”

“Being alright is relative.” He hiccups. “I mean, subjective.” He isn’t exactly slurring his words, but he isn’t steady either.

I step back, allowing my brother to pass, and lock the door behind him before following him.

He stumbles over his own feet. “Fuck.”

I could tease him that he owes Hudson a dollar, but this isn’t typical Knox behavior. The parade always messes him up a bit and later he’ll avoid the fireworks.

Maybe he faltered at seeing Enya because he stops feet away from the couch where she’s sitting with her arms crossed over the back of it and eyeing both of us.

“Aw, damn.” Knox turns to me, swaying again on his feet. “Why didn’t you tell me you were busy?”

Yeah, I was busy and about to get busier, but it’s rare a brother needs me, and Knox said he wanted a place to hide.

“Who are we avoiding?” I question, because, again, Knox isn’t chickenshit. He’s dodging something. Or someone. “Is this about Halle?”

“Who’s Halle?” Enya asks.