Page 63 of Knuckles

The brotherhood, his mom, losing our baby, nearly losing me, it’s swallowing him whole. I’m petrified I’m going to lose him, and I really don’t want to lose him… he’s my love, my heart.

I meant it when I told him that if he died, I would follow him.

“I can feel your worry from here, baby,” he grunts as he punches the bag, and I smile slightly as he grabs it, then looks my way, breathing heavy, his eyes softening when they lock with mine, most likely seeing the worry that he can feel.

“How did you go from a closed-off biker to a man who looks at me that way?” I ask with sass, hoping to distract him, and a grin breaks free, doing what I wanted.

“This so-called badass cop caught my attention years later than I would have liked,” he says back with a flirt, and I raise a brow and state, “I was an actual cop, thank you very much, and it isn’t my fault you didn’t notice me back in high school.”

“Brat,” he mutters without heat, and I shrug and remind him, “Maybe so, but you are stuck with me now and with that tattoo,” I nod to his side, “there are no take-backs.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says softly, and I physically melt, like seriously, there is a puddle of me on the floor.

This man, I swear.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?” I ask softly, and he sighs as he slowly unwraps his knuckles.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you, it’s fucking scrambled and I don’t know what to do about the club, about my place within it,” he admits, and my concern turns up yet again. I quickly climb intothe ring, ignoring the pull from my cuts and scars that I have yet to look at again since that one time in the hospital's bathroom.

Liam scowls before quickly rushing over to me and helping me up, grunting, “You’re still fucking healing, Kodi!”

“I’m fine,” I breathe as I grip his forearms and lock eyes with him, and he shakes his head before running his fingers through my hair, then gripping the back as he holds me tight to him, and I melt into his body, giving him some of my weight.

From fuck buddies to falling in love, I wouldn’t change anything where this man is concerned. We’ve learned to grow and love together, and I refuse to lose him now, even to his own mind.

“I can’t handle it when you’re in pain, so please, baby, be more careful until you are fully healed and if you’re good, I’ll let you ride my bike in a few weeks,” he rasps before gently pressing his lips against mine, and I hum as I squeeze his arms, loving the feel of his lips against mine.

It only took him for me to nearly die to finally kiss me, but whatever, I’ll take it and I will be riding his bike again.

“So, sex is off the table?” I ask with a whisper, lust shooting through me at the feel of his sweaty body pressed against mine, and he grins.

“Sex is never off the table, fireball,” he murmurs before kissing me again, only this time harder, and I moan as I glide my hands up his arms and around his shoulders before I grip his hair and move up onto my tiptoes, pressing my body tight against his. I open my mouth for his tongue and as soon as it touches mine, I see fireworks.

My heart flutters, my stomach tightens, and a sense of home fills me.

Liam groans as he grips my ass and lifts me, making me gasp and panic hits as I move my head, ready to scold him and jump down because the man was just shot for Christ's sake, but hedoesn’t give me a chance. Before I can open my mouth, he bites my bottom lip hard, then sucks it into his mouth as he lays us on the ring floor. Grinding his hard cock between my legs, I gasp with pleasure as my clit throbs with need.

“Liam,” I whine when he lets go of my lip and then rubs his nose against my jaw, and he chuckles.

“Needy, baby?” he asks, and I huff.

“You haven’t touched me once since I woke up. I’m needy,” I remind him, and I feel him grin against my skin.

Jackass.

“I needed to let you heal,” he murmurs as he nips my chin while his hands go to my leggings and slowly begin to lower them, and anticipation fills me.

“I was in a coma for what? Two weeks? I’ve rested,” I breathe as he slowly kisses down my chest, over my shirt, while his hands drag my leggings down my legs.

“Well, I guess I'd better make up for lost time, huh?” he murmurs, and I nod frantically because damn, I have missed him.

Chuckling against my body, he yanks off my leggings, and I realize as cold air hits between my legs as he spreads my thighs that he’s also removed my panties. His mouth covers me, and I arch my back and grip his hair just as he shoves his tongue inside me, sending pleasure. I moan loudly just as the door to the gym rattles several times and I tense but Liam being Liam doesn’t stop, instead he moves his tongue from my entrance to my clit, gently circling it before he sucks it hard into his mouth sending a jolt throughout my body and my thighs quiver.

“Knuckles?” I hear a fist bang on the door, “Why is the door locked? I know you’re here, brother,” Crash calls before I hear, “What’s going on?”

“The fucker has locked us out,” Crash answers, who I think is Blaze, and I go to get up, suddenly very aware they have keys, butKnuckles doesn’t let me. He instead sucks my clit in pulses while he thrusts two fingers into my entrance. I moan but quickly cover my mouth before it echoes towards the door.

“Yo Cage, have you got your keys to the gym? The fucker has locked us out, hoping to keep us away,” Blaze calls, and my eyes widen.