Chapter Six
G
The Next Morning
Bang, Bang, Bang.
“No,” I whine, whipping my covers up and over my head. This is my first morning off in ages. Who in their right mind would be banging on my door when the sun’s barely even risen?
Bang, Bang, Bang.
“Alright!” I scream, shoving my hair out of my face and climbing out of my warm, cozy bed. Stomping down the hall and through the living room, I pray whoever is disturbing my sleep has made their peace with God because they are about to get it.
“What?” I snap, yanking the door open and coming face-to-face with Knox’s backside. I slowly blink, wondering what the hell he’s doing at my door as he slowly spins around.
“Babe!” he growls as his eyes dart to my toes. I look down to see what he’s fixed on and quickly realize that in my fit of rage, I stomped through the house and answered the door without any pants on and a tee that barely covers my ass.
“Ack!” Spinning on my heels, I hightail it back to my bedroom and slam the door behind me. With my back against the cool wood, I take a second to catch my breath.
What is he doing here?
Shaking my head, I push off the door. I need to find some shorts, and then I can find out what the hell’s going on.
“You always answer the door without clothes on?” he asks from the other side of my door.
“Of course not!” I fire back. “Nobody’s ever knocked on the door at 6:00 in the morning before. Most people have better manners,” I sass, grabbing a pair of terrycloth shorts from the floor and sliding them up my legs.
“Keep it up, and I’ll find a better use for that smart mouth.” The growled threat sends a rush of heat between my legs. I tilt my head as I contemplate pushing my luck to find out if he’d follow through on the threat or not.
I smack my forehead. That’s a terrible idea. Unless… I shake my head again. It’s totally a bad idea, and yet I can’t completely rule the idea out.
Jesus, what is he doing to me?
“Hurry up. I brought you some breakfast, but you took forever to answer the door, so now I have less than a half hour until I need to leave for work.”
“What?” I ask, opening my door to find him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“I told you yesterday. I want you to work for us.” His eyes follow me as I move around him toward the kitchen.
“No, Thorn asked me yesterday, and you had a look on your face like you wanted to kill him for making the offer.”
“G…” he sighs.
“I don’t need your pity,” I say, grabbing two coffee cups from my cabinet, “I can find something else on my own.” I don’t need anyone’s charity.
I’ve been doing just fine on my own for the last three years.
I bite my lip; that’s not exactly true. I don’t know if I would have survived without the club, and that alone is why I want to do things for myself.
To prove that I can get through anything.
Shaking off my somber thoughts, I slide one of the cups under the machine and hit the button. As I turn back around, my bare feet brush against his roughened boots, and I squeak, not expecting Knox to be towering over me. My head slowly lifts to find him staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t pity you. I want you with me. Now stop giving me shit, woman.
Had a prospect drop off my truck, so you have transportation until we figure out what’s going on with your heap,” he growls before crashing his lips to mine.
A zap of electricity surges between us; there’s no denying our chemistry.
His hands sift through my hair as his head moves to deepen the kiss.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, lips locked in what I can only describe as the best kiss I’ve ever had.
My fists grip the fabric of his black tee when he starts to pull away.
When my eyes finally open, I’m not surprised that he’s staring down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fix our coffee, and let’s eat.”
“Kay,” I rasp, completely thrown off kilter but hoping coffee will set me back to rights.
“Thank God, you’re an angel!” Harley chirps, sliding in beside me and stealing the cup of joe I just brewed.
“And you’re a coffee thief,” I tease, sliding another cup under the machine and hitting the button.
“Here,” Knox says. I turn in time to see him toss Harley a bag.
“Please say this is from The Spot,” she begs, pulling out a breakfast sandwich wrapped in their signature yellow paper.
Something shifts in my chest at his kindness. Most people think these bikers are all rough and rowdy assholes, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Every member of the Saints MC has a heart of gold.
“Baby.” My eyes jump to his, hoping he saved one of those for me. “Come sit down and eat, I’ll finish the coffee.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
His fingers brush against mine as I move around him, heading for the bag on the table like a heat-seeking missile. Sliding into the chair he vacated, my stomach growls when I pull out four more yellow bundles of deliciousness.
“Thanks, Knox,” I say, biting into the breakfast sandwich as he sets a steaming cup of coffee in front of me.
“Welcome, baby.” He smiles, taking a sip of his own.
I gotta give the man credit; he’s pulling out all the stops this morning.
An hour later, I pull onto Main with two pink boxes riding shotgun.
I tried to tell Knox that his truck was too expensive and that I was afraid that I would crash it, but he waved me off before laying a scorching hot kiss on my lips, then left without another word about it.
After taking entirely too long to get my hormones under control, I took a hot shower and got ready for the day.
At the last minute, I took a detour, deciding to hit the bakery.
The guys had done me a huge favor by coming out and getting my car yesterday.
The least I could do was bring them some breakfast.
As I take the turn onto Rounder Circle and pull through the gates of Saints Customs and Scrapyard, I glance in the rearview and smile when I see Wrath pulling in behind me.
Glancing from the shop to the scrapyard, I decide to drop off the goodies I picked up to Sparrow and Sierra first.
“Please tell me you brought enough to share,” Wrath says, opening the truck door.
“Ack!” I jump. “Jesus, Wrath. You scared the shit out of me. How’d you park so fast?” I look out the passenger side window, and his truck’s parked next to mine.
“You need to pay better attention to your surroundings,” he nods to the boxes sitting on the seat next to me, “You got one of those for me?”
“Have I ever let you down?” I laugh, sliding out of Knox’s truck.
“Not that I can recall,” he says, rubbing his hands together before moving me out of the way to grab the pink boxes from the truck.
Who would have guessed the way to these bikers’ hearts was donuts?
“You’re a mess, ya know that?” I ask, following him to the door and ducking under his arm when he motions for me to go ahead.
“Than—.” I forget all about Wrath and the treats I brought when I come face to face with the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My eyes track Knox’s every movement as he walks back and forth behind the counter, bouncing a baby in each of his muscular arms. Jesus! The man is lethal to my health on a normal day, but put two adorable babies in his arms, and I’m not sure my ovaries will survive the explosion.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
I avert my eyes, ignoring the pulse between my legs as I hold out my hands and demand, “Gimmie.”
Knox looks up and smiles when I wiggle my fingers impatiently in the direction of his charges.
He watches me like a hawk as I slide my hands under Nolan’s arms and bring him in close to my chest. My eyes close as heaven washes over me.
“G, you ever think about having kids?” Wrath asks innocently.
Nobody other than Rock knows about the child I lost. When he’d seen the wounds to my body three years ago, he’d demanded to know what had happened to me.
I’m not sure what it was about him, but that night, I’d poured out my soul.
I’d expected him to toss me out of the clubhouse on my ass, but that’s not what he did.
He’d given me a safe harbor while I healed, and in the process, I’d gained a big brother.
“Once.”
Knox grunts, and I wonder if he thinks I meant with Rock. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that Rock and I had never been together like that, but I already explained that yesterday, and I wasn’t going to keep defending my friendship.
Focusing my attention back on the squirmy little guy in my arms, I coo, “Hi, No-No. Did you miss your Auntie G?” I giggle when he blinks his big brown eyes up at me owlishly and smiles.
“Oh goodness, you’re so adorable,” I chirp.
“Want this one?” Knox teases.
I look down at Nolan, then back up at Knox. “I do, but I don’t think I can hold them both at the same time like you. They’re getting so big.” I pout.
“Don’t tell their momma that. She cries every time they do something new.” I can only imagine.
“Ever wish your boys were still little like this?” Knox has three boys of his own, and I can’t even imagine how he managed three boys, two of them twins, after his divorce.
“All the time,” he says sarcastically. “Especially when they’re fighting over stupid shit.” The smartass laughs.
“Where’s Sierra and Sparrow?” I ask, just now realizing I hadn’t seen them when I came in. Knox nods to the office and smirks.
“Oh!” I laugh, feeling my cheeks warm.
“I think he’s on a mission to knock her up again,” Wrath says, wiggling his brows.
“Stop!” I laugh, covering Nolan’s ears. “They probably don’t have much alone time with three littles in the house now,” I add, dipping my head and inhaling No-No’s fresh powder scent.
My eyes squeeze shut when that familiar pang hits me in the chest. I’ve resolved myself to the fact I’ll never have children of my own, but sometimes the pain of what I lost comes out of nowhere.
“You good?” Knox asks quietly.
I force a smile and nod even though I know he sees right through the lie.
“I thought I heard you!” Coming out of my thoughts, I smile at Sierra and laugh when Sparrow comes darting out of the office after her. She giggles when he pulls her back by her belt loops and buries his face in her neck. “Love you, Birdie,” he growls, uncaring who hears the words.
“With my last breath,” she answers, closing her eyes. I’m so happy they were able to work things out.
Sparrow made some pretty big mistakes, but ever since Sierra took him back, he’s been a different man — a better man.
“Here,” Knox says, handing Nicky to his dad.
Ready to get my snuggles in, I grab one of the boxes off the counter and hand it to Sierra as I follow Knox into the office.
“Is that sanitary?” I ask, eyeballing the loveseat Knox is sitting on suspiciously.
He smirks but doesn’t answer my question as he lifts his arm, inviting me to sit next to him. Hesitating for a second, I spin around and sink down into the loveseat next to him and damn near moan when he pulls me into his side.
I noticed earlier the man smelled good, but I think it’s only gotten better since I saw him an hour ago. I lean in and inhale. Mmm, so damn good — a mix of leather, motor oil, and something else that’s uniquely him.
“Did you just sniff me?” He chuckles.
I look up at him and shrug my shoulders. “Yes. You smell good.”
Nolan chooses that moment to break our staring contest when he squawks for his momma. “Are you hungry, butterball?” I ask, patting his bottom.
“Was that No-No I heard?” Sierra asks, coming through the doorway and plopping down next to me.
“Yep, the little guy’s starving,” I tease, handing him over and watching with envy as Sierra situates him in her arms to breastfeed.
“You ready to head to the shop?” Knox asks, climbing to his feet.
“Sure.” Before I can make a move to get up on my own, Knox leans in, slides his hands under my pits, and lifts me onto my feet. “You’re a caveman, ya know that?”
“You love it.” He smirks.
I do, but I’ll never admit it.