Page 129 of Knox Unleashed
“Jesus.” Knox tugs a hand through his hair.
I laugh softly, a little dazed by what we just did, but grateful because it will certainly help me sleep.
“Never going to take you for granted, sweetheart,” he says, finally.
He wiggles down on the bed. I don’t want to think about the clothes he’s wearing or where all his cum is. Instead, I look at his tired face as he closes his eyes.
“I love you.”
He smiles softly. “Don’t ever want to feel what it’s like…”
“What what is like?” I ask.
“A world that doesn’t have you in it.”
41
KNOX
The clubhouse always feels different when we’re headed out to our own version of war.
Emotionally, there’s a heady thirst for the raw and primal violence of it, balanced with a true appreciation for what we’re risking, and why we’re risking it. Practically, it’s the sound of boots on the ground, the metallic click of weapons being checked and loaded and checked again, and the occasional calling out of orders.
I’ve seen my brothers ready themselves for a hundred different kinds of trouble.
And this is no different,
At least, to all of them it isn’t.
But to me…this is how I remove any further damage to my club and Maren.
So, this…it’s everything.
Just as I’m looking for Ridge to see how he wants the bikes to line up on the road, I see her. Maren, in the middle of my clubhouse, which is heaving with bikers. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and gold hoops hang from her ears.
I don’t know which fucking prospect just let her walk in and wander up the fucking stairs without telling me she was here, but I’m going to kill him when tonight is over.
“Farewell blowjob, sweetheart?” Mallow asks as she walks by.
“Watch how you talk to my soon-to-be voted-on old lady,” I say as I make my way to her.
“Fuck, Knox,” Mallow says. “Sorry, brother. Didn’t see a property patch.”
Maren turns with a wrinkle across the bridge of her nose and gestures up and down her body. “This is all property of me. Which is a good life lesson for men with grabby hands.”
Mallow shrugs. “In fairness, I was suggesting you were the one doing the grabbing.”
I pull Maren to me and lead her to a quiet corner. “What are you doing here?” I ask.
She shrugs sheepishly. “I was on my way home from the shop. I stayed late because I have to see the accountant tomorrow. And I knew you weren’t leaving until late so I… I don’t know…I guess I wanted to see you off or something. Kiss you before you leave and all that.”
Something tugs inside me. A feeling of warmth that she wanted to see me. “Come here,” I say, pulling her to me and brushing her lips with mine as I sear the feel of her, the curves of her, to memory. I’ve been around a long time, been in a lot of these fights. So far, I’ve barely had an injury of any kind, of note, but I know there’s always a first time.
Vandal was a violent reminder of that.
“Get a room, Prez,” Sunny shouts.
“You okay if I hug your woman, Knox?” Jackal asks. And I see the surprise in Maren’s face when she turns and sees him.
