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I couldn’t resist giving him a once-over, the muscle tank revealing his toned biceps, arms tattooed with images of serpents, flowers, and skulls, and flashes of his muscled pecs and lats.
“Yeah, I bet they don’t. I’m not really worried.”
“Good. I want you to feel safe here.”
Knight looked like a man who would not hesitate to knife you in a dark alley, but there was a genuine warmth in his eyes that reassured me.
He wasn’t the bad man he’d pretended to be the night we met.
He projected that image, maybe, but it wasn’t who he was inside.
Otherwise, Flynn wouldn’t be his best friend.
No, Knight was a decent human being. Just a guy trying to get his life on track. Not so different from my brother. Or me, for that matter.
That made him dangerous in a whole different way.
CHAPTER 6
KNIGHT
“Time to get your ass home,”Cyrus called from the front of the shop. “Clock out already.”
I glanced at the time. Damn, it was after six. “Sorry, boss. I just love sweeping so much.”
Fox laughed from his station behind me where he was packing up his tools for the night. “You’re making the rest of us look bad. Stop working so damn hard.”
“Would if I could.” I swept my pile of dirt into the dustpan and carried it to the trash.
Truth was, as a felon, I had to work harder than the average guy. The guys at Anarchy Ink were cool about me having a record. They treated me fairly. But they’d taken a chance on hiring a con, and I didn’t take that lightly.
Redemption Road could only work if local businesses supported us. So I’d keep working hard, day after day, to show them it was worth it. Not just for me, but for the guys who came after me.
I took the broom and dustpan to the storage room in the back, then logged into the timecard app and clocked out. I grabbed my leather jacket and shrugged it on.
Cyrus stopped me on the way out. “You doing okay, Knight? Sorry I couldn’t give you that advance you needed. Finances are a little too tight at the moment.”
“It’s okay. I found a roommate, so I’m good now.”
He walked out with me, pausing to admire my Harley as I threw a leg over it. “I really need to get me one of those beauties.”
The bike was the first and only big purchase I’d made since getting out of prison.
I grinned as I kickstarted the motor, raising my voice to be heard. “There’s nothing like it!”
I backed up slowly, navigated out of the lot, then let her loose on the highway, the jolt of speed exhilarating, even if the wind was far too hot. I was sweating in my leather jacket, but one bike crash had taught me that bare skin on asphalt was a recipe for misery.
I was picking gravel out of my road rash for months.
Still, nothing made me feel as powerful or free as controlling the engine between my thighs. I rolled the throttle, picking up more speed.
It was almost as good as sex.
I thought of Puck. Better thansomesexual encounters. I hadn’t even realized how bad it was with him until?—
A different memory flashed into my mind. Blond curls, rosy lips. A sweet cry of surrender.
My Omaha angel definitely topped my sex charts. He’d given himself over to me so beautifully. It didn’t even matter that it was just a blow job in a nightclub. Our chemistry had been incredible.
