Page 74 of Found Through Fire

I missed the sound of Knox’s bike pulling up to the house and the front door opening, because I was startled awake when I suddenly heard, “I don’t mind coming home to this sight. Well, not the Grey part, but the naked Willow is always a welcome view after a long day.”

But I kept my eyes closed, not ready to move yet. I felt a kiss pressed against the side of my face and another hand sliding down my back, landing on my ass, where he gave a firm squeeze.

I opened my eyes and met his dark ones. His long brown hair was down today, so it hit my face when he bent down to give me a kiss on the lips. When he pulled back, he crouched down in front of the couch, so we were eye level. I gave him a small smile and rasped, “Hi.”

“Do you still want to go tonight? I will understand if you aren’t ready for that. There’s a lot of bullshit waiting there that we can deal with another time,” he asked, looking nervous. He wanted me to go to club things with him, but he would just never put pressure on me about it.

Trying to ease his nerves, I looked into his eyes so he knew I was telling him the truth. “No. I want to go with you and see you in your world. I also want to see Jackson. I’m not letting all the baggage keep me out of your life. You deal with my bullshit, and I’ll deal with yours.” He looked into my eyes. Not sure what he saw, but he finally nodded his head, looking relieved.

I slowly placed my hands on Grey’s chest and pushed myself up, telling them I needed to go get ready for the party. I felt my cheeks turn red as I walked around the living room, collecting my clothes while naked. My guys watched every step that I took, like they were tracking me before they pounced.

After I had all my clothes, I practically ran back to my room and heard them chuckling as I left, which made me blush even more. Assholes.

I look at my reflection,wearing my dark skinny jeans that cup my ass perfectly, and a black tank top that is a little low cut—I don’t have to worry about a lot of cleavage showing since I don’t have much to work with in the first place.

Usually, I would go with my Converse, but since the jeans don’t have that much room, I went with my combat boots, so I can bring at least two of my knives. I know I will have both my guys with me, but I’m not leaving my house empty-handed. If I wear a jacket, I could possibly bring one of my smaller guns, but it’s too hot out for that shit, especially when we get to the party that will be packed with bodies.

I decided to wear some make-up tonight, since it will be my first event with all three of us going. After Knox asked me to go when we were having dinner the other night, I asked Grey what he was going to do while we were at the party. He looked up from his food and gave me a look like he was questioning my intelligence. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he said, “You’re going to a party with a shit ton of bikers, and you think I’m not going?”

“Knox will be there, and I used to be around bikers all the time,” I said defensively, not understanding the difference. I’ve never had any issues before.

“That was before you were mine,” is all he said before going back to his food. I took it as he was done speaking on the topic, so I shrugged, and we moved on with our dinner. Knox didn’t say anything, so I guess he was okay with Grey coming, too.

I walk out of my room and head towards the living room while I text Jackson that we’re going to be leaving soon. Jackson was surprised when I told him I was going. He didn’t seem that happy that Grey was coming, too. But I told him that Knox knows, so he didn’t ask any other questions.

I hope Jackson takes the news about my relationship better than the rest of my family will. He didn’t grow up with me and will understand that I’m a grown woman who can date anyone that she wants. We could probably use telling him as a test run before we tell everyone else. Maybe if we word it a certain way, my overbearing family won’t freak out. But then I remember that they freak out about everything, so I don’t have high expectations.

When I walk into the living room, an arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into a hard body. I look up and meet Knox’s eyes and smile. His hair is pulled up and still damp from the shower. Those black eyes are lit up with happiness, and I know I made the right choice in going tonight, even if I’m dreading officially meeting some people.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he says as he bends at the waist to kiss me. I pull away before he can deepen it, and with his arms still around my waist, he lowers his head and begins kissing me from the bottom of my ear down my neck.

“If you don’t want to go, that’s fine with me, but if you give me ‘blue ovaries’ again and then take me to meet your Brothers, I will kill you,” I say in a breathy voice as the skin on my neck starts to rise under his lips.

“Blue ovaries? I had no idea that with Grey and I not being able to keep our hands off you, you would still be unsatisfied,” he says with his deep, raspy voice that makes me squirm.

“You guys are fully covering the bases. I’m just waiting for one of you to make it home,” I challenge.

Knox quickly pulls back and studies my face. When he sees I’m telling the truth, he opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off when we hear Grey say, “Fuck. Okay, let’s go to this fuckin’ party, so we can get home.”

He walks up behind me and grabs me out of Knox’s arms to pull me into him. He turns me so I am facing him and kisses me deeply the second that his arms are locked around me. “We have plans tonight,” he adds, giving me a hard look.

Smirking at him, I say, “Let’s go. I really don’t want to get all sexed up before we get there.” I turn around and make my way to the garage to get my baby.

CHAPTER 32

FLAME

We pull up to the clubhouse gate, and I feel Willow tense behind me; I know she’s uneasy about tonight, even if she is trying to act like she’s not. My girl has a pretty good poker face, but I’ve been slowly picking up her tells. She can keep her face indifferent and relaxed, but her body holds all the tension.

As we wait for the gate to open, headlights shine behind us. Willow wanted to drive her car, but I fought her on it. I can’t bring my girl to a club party and not have her on the back of my bike, but she didn’t get it. We had a twenty minute “discussion” about it. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t take her own bike or car.

I let her know that it’s because she’s my girl; she should be riding on the back of my bike when she’s with me. She then pointed out that she had ridden on the back of a lot of bikes in Blitz’s chapter. Grey had to step in before I lost my shit and went to Blitz’s chapter and made sure that every Brother there knew who she belonged to.

For being the smartest woman that I have ever met and being around MCs for as long as she has, it blows my mind that she doesn’t understand. I don’t want to think of her on the back ofanother man’s bike, especially when they are a Brother in my club. The thought of her tight, little body pressed up against someone with her arms wrapped around them has me seeing red.

When the gate opens, we make our way down the long driveway. The parking lot is full as I pull into my spot, and Grey finds one a few spaces away. I still want to know how he got permission to drive her car. When I asked if I could, she said that I still needed to take the behind-the-wheel assessment. I would think she was kidding if I didn’t know how much she loved that car.

I turn off my bike, and she swings her leg over, gracefully dismounting like a fuckin’ queen. Grey walks up beside her, and his hand automatically goes to her hip, pulling her to him. For a guy that tried so hard to be a dick to her, he can’t seem to not touch her. Then again, I’m the same way, but I have been obsessed with touching my girl from the start. I grab her hand, lace our fingers, and start walking to the front door of the clubhouse.