Page 11 of Knot Without My Permission
“We got you,” I grunt, nipping at her bottom lip. “You’re not falling, not on our watch.”
Every word is a promise, oaths Lore couldn’t keep but Storm and I fully intend to.
“That…may be true,” she says breathlessly, “but I really want to fall apart for you. I’m so close. Please.”
“So let Storm finish knotting you so you can come for us,” I growl, pinching her clit as I kiss her.
Storm pulls her down on his knot, groaning as she gushes and squeezes around him. I have to force myself to pull out slightly so she won’t be able to trap me in her sweet heat, and I hiss as I feel Storm’s cock rub against mine as he ruts up inside of her.
The tumble of sensations has me following them over the cliff, and I fill her with my cum.
“I should plug you and make you sit in our cum. Everyone will know you’re ours, even without our bites,” I rumble, kissing her once more before I push both Storm and Marie out of my side of the shower. “Turn the other faucet on so she’s not cold, Storm.”
He doesn’t tease me for going soft, instead holding her against him as he does as I say. I wash my body quickly as he worships her, and I’m sad I can’t stay with them.
I’m walking out of the shower and drying myself off as he washes her hair, while I’m reminded my sweet detour from sadness is over. I rub the towel over my hair as I grab a toothbrush to brush the taste of my girl’s cunt from my teeth and tongue. It feels like a sin to do, but I don’t want anyone else to smell what her pussy tastes like.
Hurrying through my routine, I walk into the bedroom to find a well worn pair of jeans to pull over my ass without boxers, a long sleeved lightweight plaid shirt, and my cut. Sighing, I scowl at my facial hair, walking back into the bathroom to fix my light scuff on my face.
I need to appear serious and commanding. I can’t fucking do that if my facial hair looks like pubes crawling over my face.
“You’re obsessing,” Storm calls to me. Marie moans, and I raise my brow at him. “I’ll be ready in time. Don’t you worry. Our girl needs to come again.”
“Don’t fuck her into a coma,” I mutter, washing my face. Next, I fix my hair, running product through it so I look sharp without appearing to be worrying about what I look like.
The doorbell rings, and I growl at Marie and Storm just as she mewls out her release.
“You’re late,” I grunt, washing my hands yet again before drying them.
My socks and boots are the last things I pull on before I put my harness on for my gun at my waist, and I grab my phone last as I jog downstairs.
My heart thumps with anxiety. All I can think of is how Lore is going to spank us for fucking this up, until I remember he’s gone now.
“The club wants what you want,” I whisper to myself as I cross the room.
They want freedom and a life worth living.Those are the tenants of the club, and none of that has changed.
“Hey,” I say, opening the door. Twenty-odd men stand on my front steps, the men in my club who are in town currently. Not everyone is able to make it in, and some of them hate the way the city feels, so they won’t cross into Minneapolis except for Lore’s funeral. “Come on in.”
The guys come in and surprise me by taking off their shoes. It’s difficult to keep my jaw from dropping and they roll their eyes.
“We’re not tracking dirt and shit into the house,” Burner snorts. His road name reflects what a firebug he is. “I’d let your girl light me up with my own lighter if I did that. We brought booze and food to grill up. It’s almost noon, which means it’s acceptable to make steak.”
“The grill is on the back porch,” I murmur. “There are chairs back there and the yard is fenced. If you decide to smoke, try not to make it too obvious, please.”
“We saw the kids,” Arsenal grunts. “We’ll save the pot for another time.”
As nice as it would be to smoke a joint and relax, I simply nod and let the club run free in the house. Soon, beers are passed around and food is being cooked up. They’re all respectful of the house, though eyes move toward the stairs as Storm and Marie come downstairs.
Shine bright, Baby Girl. It’s time to see how you fare amongst some of the meanest sons of bitches on the open road.
Chapter Three
Marie
There are men all over my house, chatting, drinking, and talking. I didn’t have time to dry my wet blonde hair, which means it’s pulled back on a clip to keep it off my neck. I dressed quickly in a short sleeved maxi dress and called it a day.
I have no idea what a woman wears to meet her scent matches’ club, but clothes are probably a pretty good idea.
