“What?”
“This. All of it. You. Me. Talking. Plugging your pussy with my cock.” He adjusts to push himself a little farther back in, and both of us sigh. “That was an epic cum dump, simply because you told me you often wondered what it would feel like to feel a man come inside you with the goal of knocking you up.”
I can’t help but grin. “Cum dump is a positively gross way of describing it, but I like it too.”
“Want you carrying my kid, Maren. And I can’t lie, but the idea it will bind the two of us together for the rest of our lives…that’s hot as fuck too.”
I laugh at that. “Of course, you’d think of that.”
But the gesture of laughter causes him to finally slip out of me.
“Now look what you’ve done,” he says with a fake pout.
A heat curls through me at the awareness of how close we are. “What if I told you that you could put some more in me, later?”
He flops onto his back and puts his forearm over his eyes. “You can’t be saying things like that to me, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me hard again in record breaking time.”
“Given we both seem to get off on the idea, this might be the rest of our lives.”
Knox chuckles and slides his hand beneath me and pulls me so I’m resting my head on his shoulder. It’s tempting to stay here all day, but there are things in the kitchen that need putting away.
“You rest. I’m gonna quickly put the rest of the groceries away, then shower, and then, I’ll start on making us some dinner, unless you need to go out tonight.”
“I’ll come help.” He moves to sit up, but I push him back down.
“You rest. It’ll only take me a few minutes to put them away.”
“Okay,” he says, his word mumbled, as if he’s already falling asleep.
I press a kiss to his lips. “I promise I’ll wake you for dinner.”
His lips curve up in a smile. “And I promise to deliver on dessert.”
39
KNOX
“Prez,” Sunny yells into the clubhouse as the sound of motorcycles gets louder and louder. “You’re gonna want to come see this.”
I place my coffee cup down on the bar and step out into the lot, and the first thing that hits me is the reflection of the sun off all the chrome.
Ridge is already out there, guiding the bikers into the lot, figuring out the best way to get so many bikes inside the gates.
The first man off his bike is Halo, the road captain of the Iron Outlaws, New Jersey chapter. The former navy SEAL is a good man. His father was a piece of shit who knocked up a club girl, and Halo is now raising the little girl as his own.
He drops his bandana from across his mouth and nose. There’s a dirt line across his face.
“Knox.” He climbs off his motorcycle, and when he gets to me, we hug, and I slap his back.
“Isn’t it time you got that hair cut?” I joke.
“Ari would chop your balls off for even suggesting it. How’ve you been?”
“Outside of this bullshit with Alvarez, we’ve been good. How many are with you?”
Halo looks out over the crowd. “Thirty-two. Dallas has got their own problems, didn’t think they could spare the men. Every other club sent three or four.”
Saint, the former undercover FBI agent who is now a member of King’s chapter, bounces up the steps. I know King trusts him implicitly, but I’ve always kept the man at arm’s length. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice and all that bullshit. “Knox,” he says, offering his hand.
