Page 21 of Knuckles

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 findone 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.