Page 136 of Knot Without My Permission
“Hey yourself,” Storm says, chuckling. “Are the guys keeping you company?”
“They’re telling me all kinds of shit they probably shouldn’t,” I giggle happily. “I fucking love it.”
“Ugh, they’re always telling you ridiculous shit,” he groans.
“What took you so long?” I ask.
“We’re out in the boonies,” Ransom sighs. “It takes forever to get anywhere from here, even though the privacy is nice. I got the call that your jacket was ready with your patch.”
My eyes light up at that. My leather jacket disappeared after the accident, and I started wearing one of Ransom’s instead since I’m not riding a motorcycle anytime soon. It’s snowing again, and the world is covered in a white blanket.
“Are you going to show her or tease her with it?” Arsenal asks, rolling his eyes.
“Shit, sorry,” Storm says, opening the bag that Ransom is holding. He lifts the heavy jacket, and holds it so I can see the back of it.
I can’t help the wide smile on my face, as it saysProperty Of Pack Thunderacross it. It’s done in the same watercolors as our tattoo, and I glance at Burner, who is doing a very good job of ignoring us.
“I see you, Burner!”
“Lalala, I’m working here, Marie!” he yells back at me, making me laugh.
There’s a very full feeling inside of me that’s definitely not gas, and I’m drawn back to the jacket with awe.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, my lips trembling.
“Any more crying and I’m going to have to pump you full of water to rehydrate you,” Wilder says, kissing my hair. “We want to give you everything, Marie. It’s what you deserve. No holding back.”
“Pregnancy hormones are the worst,” I grumble, flicking away a tear.
“I’ll get another bottle of water for her,” Arsenal chuckles, getting up. “We all need a refill anyway.”
“I need you to pee before you get on my table, Marie,” Burner says, wiping Lore’s skin clean. “I’m going to take a break in about a half hour so I can get you started. I think you should have a snack between now and then.”
“Yes, sir,” I sigh, glancing at Wilder. “Is there anything to eat here, or are they all surviving on alcohol?”
“We do eat,” Vik reminds me, chuckling. “We did a food run this morning. We haven’t had much time to settle in, but we have the essentials.”
“Most of us are planning to take a couple of weeks to hang out here,” Burner adds. “We completed a bunch of runs, and are good to go for now.”
“It all went well?” I ask.
“Especially since the Marauders were wiped off the face of the earth,” he says. “The snow is getting heavier and it’s not safe to ride right now. You’re stuck with us for a while, Little Queen. Hope you’re ready for that.”
“Oh no,” I laugh.
Wilder gets up, hiding a smile to walk back to the kitchen to make me a snack, and Storm and Ransom steal his place.
“Work has been pretty solid,” Lore grunts from the table. “We could all take the fucking winter off and be fine for cash flow.”
“Ugh, that’s a lot of fucking down time,” Arsenal groans. “We can get into a lot of trouble that way.”
“Please feel free to do that while I take Marie on vacation with my pack,” Lore mumbles.
“Hush, Prez. No more talking,” Burner complains.
Wilder makes me an omelette as my lunch since the hours have been flying by, and half an hour later I’ve eaten and gone to the restroom. Burner sets up the partition, and the guys close allof the doors so I won’t get cold. They really do take great care of me.
Taking off my shirt and bra, I climb onto the table and lay down. I’m really glad I’m not showing yet. It would be harder to do this later in pregnancy, and I’d probably need a pillow under my stomach or a special chair so I can sit up.
