Page 145 of Knot Without My Permission
“I’m driving you,” Lore says. “The guys can ride if they want.”
The car is one of those things that irritates the bond sickness if we’re not together. It’s another reason I’ll be happy to ride with him again.
“We’ll go together,” Ransom shrugs. “It makes things easier, because I don’t foresee any errands.”
“The guys already did a food run and bought Marie’s favorite favorites,” Lore confirms.
“You guys,” I sigh, loving how much they all take care of me.
“This baby is the first one born to the club,” Storm says, helping me into the back of the SUV. Lore gets in the back as well now that Wilder will drive. He’s just as much of a passenger princess when we’re not alone in the car.
Don’t let the big, bad, motorcycle president fool you.
“Your thoughts even brat hard,” Lore whispers in my ear.
Giggling, I shrug as Storm, Wilder, and Ransom all close their doors.
“All this time together, and no one’s had a kid?” I ask.
“They all fuck around a lot, but they’re careful,” Storm confirms. “Lore’s dad showed us all why we should wrap it up.”
“So he didn’t teach you how to switch your omega’s birth control,” I tease him. “That’s good to know.”
“We learned that move all on our own,” Lore says, checking my seatbelt as Wilder pulls away from the curb. “My sperm donor doesn’t get that honor.”
“Good to know,” I smirk.
The drive to the clubhouse is spent teasing and shit talking, and I walk into the living room with a wide smile on my face.
“Hey, Little Queen! How are you feeling?” Vik asks.
“We got you a new chair,” Western adds. He’s not at the clubhouse very often, but he’s nice enough. “You couldn’t get up last time you were here.”
“That’s because I have a baby bowling ball,” I say. “I can’t complain, Vik. Even though I still do.”
“We turned the air conditioning down,” Arsenal says, watching as I sit in a recliner. “You can see out all of the windows here, though that prospect is supposed to be here.”
“I’m sorry,” a voice wheezes, walking in the door. “I had to take care of something, but I’m here now.”
My eyes widen as a curly haired blonde stops to gaze around the room.
“Hey, Marie,” Bentley says.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. “Are you seriously their prospect? What about school or your football scholarship? Aren’t you at the University of Minnesota?”
“I’m still at school,” he says slowly, ignoring the rest of the room as it goes deadly silent. “I transferred pretty early on to the University of Lyons because they have a better program. The football coach is also phenomenal. I help Storm out when he needs information, so it made sense to take the next step.”
“Do not shoot him, Marie,” Arsenal breathes.
“Come on, I didn’t do anything,” Bentley says. “You’re really fucking pregnant. Shit.”
“Shoot him, Little Queen. I take it back. This kid is dumber than a bag of rocks.”
Flicking my striped linen dress off my legs causes Bentley eyes to travel down. He’s too slow to realize I’m actually going for my gun until it’s cocked and aimed at him.
“I forgot Tommy taught you how to shoot,” he mutters.
“Your brother did his fair share to bully me into shooting straight,” I grumble.
