Page 75 of Knot Your Pawn

“Me?” I lick my lips, not able to look away from his pierced lips, tantalisingly close.

“Yes. You.” He laughs and stands up straight. “Derrick and a few guys from his team are coming too, for security, but I want you there as my pack mate and my new ‘finance guy’.”

He reaches out to me, and I let myself be pulled up, before I wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him against me and I feel how hard he is.

“Are you sure?” It seems that my state hasn’t left him unaffected either.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He leans in for a kiss, and when his lips meet mine, he holds onto me tighter and deepens it instantly, his piercings a sexy contrast to his soft lips. Then he pulls back. “You’ll have to wait until after the meeting for sex. We don’t have enough time for it before we have to leave.”

I give him a quick kiss. “I’ll come with you. Do I need to dress up?”

“No dressing up needed, but something that looks a bit more ‘professional’ and a little less ‘Dad’s day off’ would be good.” Mathew’s hot gaze as he looks me up and down lets me know that he definitely appreciates the ‘Dad’s day off’ look.

But I think that my faded jeans —from wear, not bought like this— and the t-shirt with a few more holes than when I bought it, are probably not the best client-facing look.

Especially not if Mathew is going to introduce me not just as his pack mate, but also have me potentially working with this client in a professional setting.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I close the documents I was working on. I don’t want to accidentally lose anything in case the program or the computer decides to fuck around.

“No rush. But you also don’t have hours.” Mathew follows me out of the office to the stairs and takes the dark red buttoned jacket from the railing, before going to his office.

I take a deep breath as I look after him, my heart racing as my brain finally catches up with what Mathew just asked.

Fuck.

This is the first time he’s going to introduce me as his ‘finance guy’ and his pack mate at the same time.

He’s introduced me to plenty of clients in the past, but that was always as ‘a freelancer he knows and trusts’. We were close friends, we refer clients to each other when it makes sense, but this is more.

Now we’re a pack, we work together as a pack, and this will be the first time that work and pack will officially be combined.

It’s exciting, but also a little scary. It means that from now on, the separation between my work and Mathew’s organisation is going to break down more and more.

And I’ll probably have to deal with clients who are a lot more dangerous when my ‘creative’ finances aren’t ‘creative’ enough.

Though, with how protective everyone in the pack is, a client’s displeasure is probably a lot more dangerous to them than it is to me…

I let out a deep sigh as a knot in my stomach tightens, like it does every time I remember that my pack —at least some of them— will happily kill anyone who even looks at me wrong, let alone anyone who tries to threaten me.

Well, it’s not like people don’t already know that about Mathew, it’s why he’s so feared, they just don’t know yet that Vera and Riley are just as kill-happy. And potentially even more dangerous, since people don’t expect it from them.

My pack is not the easiest, or the safest for outside people, but they’re my pack and I love them.

And that’s all that really matters to me.

I thought that we would be going with just a single car, that’s how Mathew used to travel before, but we’re going in two cars.

Derrick and Timothy are with us in the first car, and the rest of the security team are in a second car behind us. That’s a lot of people for a simple meeting, but I suspect that part of it is Mathew being a worry-wart because I’m going with him.

Mathew looks great in his dark red suit, his hair freshly braided by Vera, and I recognise some of the rings he’s wearing, they’re Riley’s. Mathew, a guy who used to make sure that he was always set apart from everyone else, never letting anyone get close to him, is now covered in small symbols from his mates.

It’s quite the change. But it also shows how happy he is with the pack, how he wants to show our pack off.

“I’m wearing the cufflinks you bought me, years ago.” He pulls up the sleeve of his jacket and shows me the white gold cufflinks.

They’re not very flashy, simple M-shaped ones with a thin pale purple line in the middle of the letter, but the moment I saw them, I knew they would suit him, and they still do.

I take his hand, putting it on my leg, near —but not on top— of my very hard cock, then I lean closer to him. “Are you trying to turn me on even more?”