Page 99 of Knot Without My Permission
He admires it as he flicks it open with the button, and I have to agree with him. It has a black handle, I hear Arsenal mumble to himself that it appears to be made of titanium. The blade is sharp, which is what matters, and it looks lightweight.
“Where’d you get this?” he asks.
“My brother’s omega found me at lunch a couple of weeks back,” Marie explains. “She gave me the stun gun too almost a year ago. Cerenity doesn’t play about being able to defend yourself.”
“I like the knife a lot,” Arsenal says approvingly. “Here’s an option for an upgrade on the stun gun though. That’s not going to stop someone who actually wants to hurt you.”
“Arsenal,” Storm groans. “She likes to fry knots for shits and giggles. I would like to be able to get my omega pregnant at some point. Come on.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Arsenal says, waving his words off. “I have a few options, Marie. They’re all yours if you like them, so don’t feel like you need to choose just one. This one slides over your knuckles, see?”
In a way, they remind me of brass knuckles, and I can feel Marie flinch when he turns them on. There is an audible pop of electricity, and then she’s grinning.
“This would have been awesome when I was working at the hospital initially here,” she says. Wilder makes a face, and I wonder if that’s because they’d never allow her to walk alone. “It would fit well in my pocket. What about if I need to push someone away from me and I need the reach?”
“Then, you’ll want more of a baton-like stun gun,” he says, pulling it out of the bag. “What’s the holster situation that you have for it?”
“Will you unhook it for me, please, Ransom?” she asks, twisting to look over her shoulder. “It’s kind of a pain without undressing otherwise.”
Nodding, I slide my hands under her sweatshirt, enjoying how soft her skin is. Marie wiggles slightly in my lap, making me amused. Wilder sits beside us and elbows my arm, silently telling me not to fuck around.
What? It’s really difficult not to forget myself around Marie.
Getting to it, I unsnap the clasps for the holsters and pull it down, handing it to Arsenal.
“All of this just fits off your bra,” Arsenal mutters, amazed. “Well shit. That’s cool as fuck. So, this will fit the baton. It’ll be a little longer than your other stun gun, but I think it’s fine. Of course, if you’re wearing something like a backless dress, it won’t work. How are you planning to get around that?”
“I have a couple of thigh holsters,” Marie says. “I can also strap one to my stomach. It’ll be a little bit of a reach depending on the neckline, but odds are I won’t need to be wearing my own armory if I’m in a dress. A gun and a knife will probably suffice.”
“That’s true,” he grunts. “Alright, so that’s the fun stuff, Little Queen. As always, practice with your new weapons, check the draw, and go from there.”
“As fun as it is to watch Arsenal play, is there a reason why we’re here?” Nick asks, crossing his arms across his chest.
“You mean other than to see me?” Marie asks, getting comfortable against me.
Lore moved his bike so the guys wouldn’t see it, which means his presence is still a secret.
“We need alcohol for this,” Wilder grumbles, standing.
Nick, Burner, and Arsenal glance at each other, trying to decide if they want to sit or not.
“Are you going to make me drink alone?” Marie asks.
She’s really good at calming down a room. There’s a certain charm to her, and Storm rolls his eyes as he takes Wilder’s place beside me.
“Honestly, are you?” he asks.
“Fuck me,” Burner groans, pulling out a section of the couch to sit on it. “I think I really like this couch over what you had before. I’m kind of impressed.”
“You’re an idiot,” Nick snorts, sitting as well.
Wilder returns with booze and glasses, stating, “I’ll have dinner ready in the next half hour. It’s in the oven.”
“What is it?” Arsenal asks, his stomach rumbling.
“A pot roast,” Wilder murmurs. “Bet you could do with a home cooked meal, huh?”
“Ugh, you’re an asshole. You’re using food against me, Prez,” Arsenal groans, sitting at last.
