Page 34 of Owned By Knuckles
She pulls me down for a kiss. It's soft, gentle, different from the desperate kisses we shared last night.
"I should shower," she says when we break apart. "And get dressed. Meet your brothers properly instead of naked in your bed."
"They've seen worse, trust me."
"Still. I want to make a better impression."
She gets up, completely unselfconscious about her nudity, and heads for the bathroom. I watch her go, admiring the curve of her ass, the marks I left on her hips, the slight limp from her injured feet.
Mine. She's mine now.
The shower turns on and I hear her make a small sound of pleasure as the hot water hits her. I'm tempted to join her, tofuck her against the tile until she's screaming again, but we probably need to actually get dressed and deal with reality.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. A text from Ghost.
**Ghost: Pope's pissed but he'll get over it. Just don't make him regret this.**
**Me: I won't.**
**Ghost: And for what it's worth, she seems like good people. Better than the usual club bunnies.**
**Me: She's not a club bunny.**
**Ghost: I know. That's why Pope's letting it slide. But be careful, brother. You're in deep fast.**
**Me: I know.**
And I do know. I'm in way deeper than I should be after one night. But something about Savannah just fits. Like she's the missing piece I didn't know I was looking for.
Another text comes through, this time from Havoc.
**Havoc: Bones wants to meet her. Says any woman who can get Knuckles to break the rules must be special.**
I groan, but I'm smiling. The brothers want to meet her. That's a good sign. Means they're accepting her, accepting us.
The shower turns off and Savannah emerges a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and hanging down her back.
"My brothers want to meet you," I tell her. "Tonight at the clubhouse."
"All of them?"
"Most of them, probably."
She looks nervous for the first time since Pope left. "Will they be like Pope? Testing me?"
"Some of them might be. Most of them will just be curious. We don't usually bring women into club business." I stand and cross to her, cupping her face. "But you don't have to worry. They're good men. And if anyone gives you shit, they'll answer to me."
"I'm not scared. Just... nervous. I want them to like me."
"They will." I kiss her forehead. "Trust me."
She nods and starts getting dressed in the clothes Ghost brought last night. Jeans that fit her perfectly, a simple black t-shirt, the sneakers that are slightly too big.
She looks beautiful. Natural. Real.
And she's mine.
"So, what do we do until tonight?" she asks, pulling her hair into a ponytail.
