8. Chapter 7
Knuckles – Two Months Later
“Oh god,” Kodi gasps as she throws her head back against the pillows, and I growl as I pick up my pace, thrusting my hips hard, keeping her left leg above her head so I can reach deep, all while trying to ignore the tingling at the base of my sweaty spine and the way my balls slap hard against her as they tighten with the need to come.
I won’t come before her, I never fucking do, and I refuse to start now even if my balls are begging to explode.
“Come for me, baby,” I grunt as her walls begin to flutter around my cock, and I slam into her as I bite her pebbled nipple hard, and that does it.
Kodi screams, “Knuckles!” that sounds so fucking wrong against my ears as her pussy clamps around me, squeezing my dick tightly as she floods between us and I moan against her nipple as I let go and slam into her one more time before bottoming out and filling her up.
I bite her nipple again as I let go of her leg and grab her hands, linking our fingers by her head and I suck her nipple back into my mouth, trying to ignore the urge to kiss her.
Two months and we’ve probably gone two days without seeing each other, without fucking, and dammit, I have never felt so goddamn happy, and that is a scary thought that keeps me from kissing her, from telling her I want her always.
I’m fucked up, I know I am, and I don’t know how to let her in, but I also don’t know how to let her go either.
I’m a selfish motherfucker, and fuck it, I’m in love with her, I know I am, which again is scary because I didn’t want this.
Kodi gasps as I nip her again, and I moan as she flutters around my cock.
I swear this girl is always wanting more, and I fucking love it.
I pull my hips back before thrusting forward again, my semi-hard cock twitching, feeling our releases joined together, and I groan, “Fuck I love that you’re on birth control,” and Kodi chuckles.
“I think you broke me,” she chokes as she breathes heavy, and I grin against her.
“Well, if you think I broke you, then I definitely didn’t and need to go for round number four because, baby, I want you feeling me all fucking night…” I moan against her skin before I pull my hips back and thrust forward hard.
Kodi gasps as she squeezes my hands, and I begin a fast and hard rhythm, hate fucking her because I know I can’t stay the night with her at the motel, a room I have permanently booked out just for us.
I fucking wish I was enough for her, that I could offer more than this, but I’m not there, I don’t know if I ever will be.
***
I gently rub Kodi’s mouth with my thumb three hours later as she sleeps soundly, the sheets just covering her glorious tits, and I swallow hard.
It’s ten at night, and as much as I’d love to climb back into bed with her, to hold her tightly and never fucking let her go, I can’t, I just…
Fuck.
How do I let her in?
How do I tell her what I was put through growing up and not see pity?
How do I tell her that I don’t even know if I want to stay in the club? That I was forced to take the role?
I sigh as I cup her jaw and lean down and press my lips against her soft forehead even though I really want to feel those plump lips against mine while rubbing my thumb along her soft cheek, and I murmur, “I’ll call you later,” knowing full well she’s pretending to be asleep because I’m not the only one struggling with what we are.
I’m not stupid. She kept her virginity for a reason, a reason I have no right to question her about until I can open up with her.
I’m no fucking hypocrite, even if I want to be.
Slowly, I pull back and stand before walking over to the door, and just as I go to leave, I murmur, “My shirt is on the end of the bed,” before I walk out, leaving my heart in that room, softly shutting the door behind me, and a lump forms.
Two months in, and I’ve gotten to know the amazing woman behind the uniform, the artist she should be, and how amazing she is.
Two months and several times she’s been on my bike and not just the back, I’ve also given her more riding lessons, something no brother has done with their women.
Two months and I’ve fucked her on my bike several times, something only brothers do with their old ladies.
Two months and I realized I was madly, deeply in love with her and it all came down to me opening my mouth and asking her to climb on the back of my bike.
I didn’t mean to say it but my mouth opened and fuck, when she relaxed I don’t know why I pulled over but every instinct was telling me to allow her the freedom she clearly needs, the freedom she was looking for at the fight.
Sighing, I look at the closed door before slowly walking over to my Harley like there’s lead in my boots.
Two months and I’ve come to always need her, and I’m fucked.
Shaking my head, I climb on my bike and start her up before looking at the motel room one more time, then, with reluctance, I speed off towards the gym, not bothering to go home tonight. I need to blow off some steam and see if hitting the bag for a few hours can help.
***
I pull up outside my gym ten minutes later and lock my jaw, seeing the police cruiser outside the front door, empty and I look towards my now-closed gym, which was open five minutes ago, and anger courses through me.
Fucking cops!
Lately, since Kodi and I have been doing whatever it is we’re doing, which isn’t just fucking, she’s let me know when her dad was planning a raid, and twice we’ve managed to catch the fucker beforehand, so why hasn’t she said anything today?
Unless she doesn’t know…
Growling, I climb off my bike and storm towards my gym, my anger quietly vibrating at the surface, my bliss with my girl disappearing, but as I walk inside, I pause at the doorway to find one lone officer facing off with Tray, and not just any fed, my girl's father.
Wait, fuck, I mean…
Ah shit.
Groaning under my breath at my thoughts, I walk around Chief Marshalls before facing him off, and his brown eyes glare hard at me, and I state, “Tray, you can leave,” not looking away from the fucker before me.
“You sure?” Tray grunts with uncertainty, and I nod, already knowing he’ll call a brother.
“Go,” I demand, and the man sighs but does as he’s told as he rounds us, glaring at the Chief on his way past before walking out the door.
“You'd better have a warrant for being in here, Chief, because seriously, all these drive-bys, showing up without warrants, it’s beginning to look like a harassment case,” I spit as I cross my arms over my chest.
“I’m not here as the Chief,” he spits back, anger radiating from him, “I’m here as a pissed-off father warning you to stay the fuck away from my daughter!”
Ah, so he’s had one of his deputies keeping tabs on his daughter. Now why doesn’t that surprise me?
“You’ve got some nerve,” I say coldly, and he curls his lip at me.
“Coming from the one who is using my daughter to piss me off,” he growls, “Now I’ll only tell you this once, stay the fuck away from my daughter or I’ll lock your ass up before you can even say boo!”
I smirk, I can’t help it and I take a step forward, eyeing his hand twitching near his piece and I raise a brow at the fucker and I state, “Then go ahead and try it because I’m not giving Kodi up,” I eye him, “And last time I checked, I’ve done fuck all for you to arrest me and be very careful with what you say Chief because this place is bugged up to your ears so already you’re going to be under suspicion on threatening to falsely arrest a brother who’s MC does everything for this town, who has the town’s love.
You’d lose your badge within days for going after an innocent man, all because he’s dating your daughter. ”
Okay, so innocent is a little bit of a stretch, but this fucker doesn’t know that, and yeah, Kodi and I are dating. We do more than fucking sex, though the sex is really good.
If only I could get my head outta my ass and my past to actually claim her.
“I’d leave if I were you,” I say lowly as the gym door opens and Crash walks in whistling.
Guess the fucker was in the area when Tray called him.
Chief Marshalls glares hard at me and snaps, “Stay the fuck away from my daughter,” before he turns and walks away, shoulder checking Crash as he does who chuckles, “Not very chiefly of you,” as the man storms out the door, slamming it for good measure and Crash looks my way with a raised brow but I shake my head and walk over to the desk, taking my cut off as I do.
“Shouldn’t you be with Belle?” I grunt as I place my phone on my cut, a picture of Kodi sitting astride my bike, looking so fucking beautiful, hits my eyes as I accidentally press the button and my stomach tightens.
I want to be the man for her, I really fucking do.
“She’s apparently working. Not sure how I’m supposed to get a hold of her when Trick marries Clark again, though, because the girl barely ever answers her fucking phone,” Crash grunts, but more with frustration that his girlfriend is going to miss Clark's special moment than the fact that they’ve barely spoken since Belle made a dig at Trick about not wanting Clark.
Though to be fair, even before then their communication was shit.
Belle and Clark have been friends for years, and apparently, Kodi used to be a part of their friend group but distanced herself when Belle got jealous if Kodi spoke to Crash, even though it was platonic.
Belle wanted Crash and even at sixteen knew he was going to be hers, so she made her move, and Crash never pushed her away. They are each other’s firsts like Kodi and I, but the difference is that Belle is aloof half the time, and Crash seems to be distancing himself from her as well.
After he confessed about their relationship a few months ago, though his mom still doesn’t know, he said he was going to marry her, give her his cut, and tattoo her name on his body, but he seems to be waiting for something and I don’t know what.
It’s like he just feels obligated to stay with her and doesn’t know how to commit to her if he isn’t in love with her, but I could be wrong.
“And she’ll definitely tell Clark of the surprise if you don’t call her tonight?” I confirm, and he grunts, “Yes,” and I sigh.
Trick and Clark married because she fell pregnant after Lavender, who we all know, spiked his drink.
Clark missed out on her dream wedding and that is something Trick hates.
He also swapped her birth control pills and now she’s pregnant, which she is pissed about because he took another decision away from her, but the only regret he has is the whole wedding shit.
So, with the help of Cage’s old lady Drew and Kodi, tomorrow Clark will be picked up by Kodi at work and brought back to the clubhouse for her surprise wedding.
It will have all the things Clark had dreamed about growing up.
Kodi knew exactly what Clark would have wanted and everyone knows Belle would as well but unfortunately Belle can’t keep a secret to save her life.
It’s why she doesn’t know Trick got shot a few weeks ago, and fuck, can’t forget that she was the one who told Crash Clark was planning on running off when she had found out she was pregnant.
That was before she told Clark Trick was going to marry her.
Keeping her in the dark is probably for the best, even if she takes her anger out on Crash. Clark deserves the surprise, the happiness.
Should we start taking bets that I’ll probably envision Kodi walking to me?
I sigh as I shake my head, and Crash opens his mouth, most likely to question about the Chief, but before he can, I ask, “Spar?” and he groans, seeing my tension, before he takes off his cut, then switches off his phone, where his home screen isn’t of his girlfriend but our niece Willow.
Fuck, hopefully he and Belle can work shit out.
Walking to the ring, I roll out my shoulders, ready to get rid of this tension and maybe clear my head where Kodi is concerned because fuck, I want to fight for her, for us, and that thought makes me want to fucking run.