Chapter Eleven
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Daytona Beach
It was late in the afternoon when we hit Daytona Beach’s city limits, and it was clear this event was going to be wild.
There were barely dressed women watching bikers doing burnouts, vendors setting up tents, beer gardens where the booze was already flowing, and so much more as far as the eye could see.
And that was before we even got close to hitting Main Street.
The place was packed. Knox taps my leg and points to an open spot along the beach that’s roped off and the Saints Customs trailer backing into it.
“That’s where we’ll set up after we check into the hotel,” he says through the speaker in my ear.
I squeeze his middle. “I’m excited to be a bigger part of things this year.” Knox's big body starts to shake as he laughs. "What's so funny, big guy?"
My eyes follow as his hand moves up and out. Up high in the air, pulled behind a small two-seater plane, is a sign flapping wildly. I like loud bikes, and I cannot lie.
“Oh, good Lord. That’s cute.” I laugh.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I stare out at the water as we follow behind hundreds of bikers who've all come to join in on the celebration.
Ten minutes later, we coast into the lot of our hotel, Kierra's SUV pulling in beside us.
"Thank God," she hollers out the window.
"I know exactly what you mean," I groan. I’m more than ready to get off this bike and stretch my legs. "Knox is probably tired of feeling me wiggling up a storm behind him, too."
"Wiggle all you want, woman," he says, smiling over his shoulder as his hand runs up and down my leg.
"You two are so cute," Kierra coos.
My lips twitch when Knox rolls his eyes.
When the last motor quiets, a familiar voice rings through the air, drawing everyone's attention. “Aye!”
When I look up, Chief, President of the Jacksonville Chapter, is leaning over the balcony with his arms spread wide in the air and a huge smile on his face.
“Was he waiting for us?” I ask, bracing my hands on Knox's shoulders to climb off the bike.
“Sparrow probably called him when we hit the city limits,” he offers, grabbing onto my arm when my legs threaten to buckle.
“Shit,” I hiss when the back of my legs continue to quake.
“You good, baby?”
I lift up onto my toes and flex my legs to get the blood flowing. “Yeah.” I smile.
"Give me your helmet, babe."
My hands fly to the top of my head. "Shit." I laugh. I've kind of gotten used to the way it feels that I forgot it was even there.
Unsnapping the clasp, I pull it off and hand it to him, then lean over to shake out the hair plastered to the top of my head.
"You comin' down here, fucker, or just gonna stay up there and stare at us?" Sparrow calls out, laughing.
“Glad you finally made it, smartass. I’m coming down,” Chief calls out, already on the move.
He’s a big dude, covered from neck to toe in tattoos.
The last time I saw Chief was when I rode down to Jacksonville with Rock a year ago.
We’d stayed a week, and it was then that I’d learned exactly how big the Saints MC actually was.
I’d instantly liked Chief. He came off as fun and laid back, and according to Rock, he was unless you fucked with his family.
I also met his wife that week and she was a real nasty piece of work and not someone Chief seemed to be too fond of.
According to Rock, Chief had been conned into marrying the woman.
I tried to get more info out of Rock, but he was tightlipped about the whole thing.
“Barely,” Viper shouts back, nodding at Kierra climbing out of her SUV.
“You’re the one who begged for another baby, and I’m so awesome I gave you two,” Kierra teases, smiling softly as Viper pulls a sleeping Xavier from his car seat. X was the spitting image of his father, but his attitude was all Kierra.
“Want me to carry one of those?” I ask as Knox tosses both bags over his shoulder in answer.
“Knox, give that shit to Bam-Bam," Chief yells as he hops off the bottom step, pointing at the prospect standing behind Kierra's SUV. "He can carry it up there to your rooms," he adds.
“How’s life, brother?” Knox asks, clasping Chief's outstretched hand.
“That’s gonna require a few beers first.” Chief laughs, stepping around Knox and pulling me into a brotherly hug. "How you doin' little lady?"
"Good," I answer honestly.
"That'll do," Knox growls, reaching out and dragging me back to him. He may think he's different from Sparrow and Viper, but the man is just as much of a caveman.
"You and Tinker Bell a thing now?" Chief laughs as his eyes dart back and forth between us.
Knox cocks his head and scans me from the top of my head to the tips of my biker-bitch boots, then bursts out laughing. “I hadn’t thought about it before, but looking at her now, I see what you mean."
I fit my body closer to his, reach around his side, and pinch.
“Ow!” He laughs, looking down at me with a big smile. I didn't realize until now how much I love seeing him smile. He's been mostly stoic the last few years, but since we've been an us, he's been lighter.
“Yeah, me and her,” he says, drawing my attention back to him.
"It's new," I add, leaning deeper into Knox's side.
"Glad to see another brother finding his happy," Chief says, his eyes darting to Sparrow. Something flashes behind across his face, but it's gone before I can catch it. I remember Sierra mentioning that he's just been through a messy divorce, finally getting free of the horrible woman.
“We’ll catch up soon,” Chief says, nodding to the prospect waiting for us to follow him upstairs.
Unzipping my jacket, I pull it down my shoulders and toss it over to the chair in the corner. Gooseflesh prickles across my skin as the AC pumps at full blast. The temperature in the room while wearing a tank top is downright chilling compared to the Florida heat while dressed in leather.
"I need a shower," I admit as I lift my feet one at a time, making quick work of removing my boots.
My feet sink into the soft, thick carpet, and I groan in delight.
Oh, God, that feels so good. Knox tried to warn me, but I didn't listen.
I wanted the cute boots because they looked better with the red and black leather pants and jacket Knox picked out for me.
"Finally," Knox growls, sliding in behind me and wrapping his strong arms around my waist.
Locking my fingers in his, I lean my head back against his shoulder and smile up at him.
"My dick’s so hard from watching your ass strut around in these fucking pants all day.
" His lips slam onto mine, and my eyes close.
His arms tighten around my middle, drowning me in a safety I've never felt before.
I don't deserve this man, but I want to spend the rest of my life trying to.
"Whatcha thinking about?" he asks, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"You," I answer honestly as he laps at the flesh, then bites down, sending a shockwave of sensations south.
"What about me?" Sliding his hands to the hem of my tank, he whips it up and off before going straight to the clasp between my breasts and twisting. The cups separate, and I drop my shoulders, allowing the fabric to fall away.
"Love these tits," he says, covering them with his calloused hands.
"They're small," I pant.
"They're mine," he defends, pinching my nipples that have puckered from the arctic air in the room.
"Please!" I cry out when he does it again, shoving his neck back against my neck.
"Knox," I hiss. My head tilts to the side to give him better access.
"You want this?" he growls, shifting the hard ridge of his cock against my ass.
"Yes." Panting, I roll my hips before spinning around to face him. Our eyes lock, and I'm taken aback by the lust staring down at me.
Holding his stare, my shaking hands grab the hem of his shirt and slowly drag the soft fabric up the hard planes of his abs.
His hands go up as he bends at the waist, the shirt following along the curve of his body.
When he lifts back to his full height, my breath catches, and without looking away, I toss the fabric to the floor.
"Turn back around." My cheeks warm from the intensity in his eyes, but I do as he says, spinning around, my back to his front.
His hands slide around my hips, going straight to the button on my leather riding pants, and with a flick of his wrist, the material loosens.
Using my hips, he turns me around to face him again, then shoves me backward onto the bed.
A surge of moisture floods my center as his eyes burn into the leather between us.
"Hurry," I moan.
His eyes jump back to mine before his hands go to my hips and in just a few tugs, he pulls the barrier between us off, tossing them behind him.
"Fuck," he rasps as his hands go to the button on his jeans. Shoving the denim to the floor, he steps closer to the bed.
"Knox?" His eyes close.
"Give me a second, baby. Been waiting three years for this." My mouth snaps shut.
Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly lets it out before his eyes open just as slowly. Watching me closely, he plants a knee in the mattress between my legs as his hands go to my waist, scooting me to the center of the bed.
"You sure?" he asks, raising my legs into the air as he slides off my panties.
"Please, Knox," I beg, pulling on his hand to bring him closer.
Falling forward, he twists, landing beside me and dipping his head to crash his lips against mine.
Opening for him, his tongue surges inside.
"More," I demand, sliding my arms around his neck as his hand skim down the skin of my belly, stopping before he gets to the spot I want him most.
"Knox!" I whine as my hips lift, urging him to give me what I want.
"Patience, baby."
"No! Please, Knox." Tears slip down my cheeks, as a need I've never experienced before consumes me.
Hearing the crack in my voice, he starts to pull away, and using that to my advantage, I shift my hips, knocking him onto his back.
Tossing my leg over his waist, I plant my hands on his chest and straddle his lap.