Page 65 of Knot Without My Permission
Uh-oh. Ransom is pulling out the big guns and calling me by my given name.
“You’ll be fine,” I say, hiding my smile as I run my fingers over his short, dark hair. “Be sure to snuggle with them while I’m gone.”
“Marie,” he groans.
“What?” I ask, smirking as I pull away to give Wilder a hug. “You like to snuggle.”
“I do, but they have hands that roam.”
Wilder’s body shakes as he laughs inaudibly, holding me tightly.
“You’re such a shit starter, baby,” he says.
“Oh, I’m paying attention,” Lore growls, making me whimper as I shiver. “I’m also counting, Princess.”
“Promise?” I sass, kissing Wilder before standing at last in front of Storm.
“You’re in so much trouble,” he says, handing me my stun gun. “You forget this thing everywhere, Kitty. Please be careful while you’re gone. We’ll hold down the fort, yeah? Also, put me down for a date when you’re back for some holster shopping. We can gag and hog tie Lore in the shop while I fuck you in the bathroom after.”
“That’s strangely specific,” I giggle. Storm watches as I put away my weapon, and then he scoops me into his arms and dips me to kiss the fuck out of me.
“Dirty,” Ransom says, shaking his head as Storm returns me to my feet, breathless and chest heaving. “She looks damn good with her cheeks all pink like that, though.”
“And that’s our cue to leave,” Lore says, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me close as he opens the front door.
“See you later, baby,” Storm says.
My pack follows me down the steps and watches as Lore stashes the bag and helps me onto the bike. He gets comfortable in front of me as I pull on my helmet and he fixes his before he turns over the engine. He tries hard not to be loud, but people still peak out of their windows as he drives away.
We’re always going to be different from other people, and I think I’m okay with that. It means I get to be loved in a way few ever will.
Holding my arms tightly around Lore’s waist, I smile as he squeezes my thigh as he maneuvers through the early morning traffic. Once we’re about an hour out of Minneapolis, Lore pulls off at a gas station. It’s not until that moment that I realize I forgot to use the restroom before we left.
“Figured you’d want to stretch your legs and use the restroom,” he says, helping me stand.
My knees buckle and his arm wraps around my waist to keep me from falling. We’ve been riding for two hours total. Ugh, I’m still not great with longer bike rides.
“Let the blood circulate,” he murmurs, pressing his head against my chest since he’s still seated. “It takes a while to get used to hitting the pavement for the long haul, Princess. Be nice to yourself. Lift your feet and stomp them. That’ll help.”
I can feel my legs tingling as I do as he says and wince at the pain of pins and needles.
“I think I need to walk it off,” I murmur, watching as he pulls off his helmet and stands.
“Let’s do that,” he says, getting off the motorcycle. The chrome gleams in the sunlight, though it’s a cooler day.
It’s not uncomfortable though, even when the wind whips around me at higher speeds. His hand remains on my back as he walks me to the restroom, and he pokes his head inside to make sure it’s safe before allowing me to walk inside.
Despite the bathroom technically separating us, it doesn’t make me feel ill as I use the stall. Thank goodness for small mercies. People wouldn’t be very happy to have him in here while they all do their business.
This time, there’s no one inside the restroom but myself, and I wash my hands quickly once I’m done and dry them. Even though the bond sickness isn’t being triggered, I still feel a little bit of anxiety at not being near him.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I decide to go back to work if just this amount of distance is upsetting me. On the other hand, I just got him back. I’m allowed to take things slow as I figure things out.
I shouldn’t be touching patients right now.
Walking out of the bathroom, I grin as Lore drops his heavy arm across my shoulders.
“I’m going to fill up the tank before we keep going,” he says. “I also figured out something?”
