Page 103 of In Knots

Chapter 27

“Come on, sleepy head, time to get up,” Ryan says, nibbling on my neck. I yawn, stretching my arms above my head. It’s been a day since my heat ended and I’m still exhausted and slightly sore from the days of rutting. When I showered yesterday, I discovered a trail of love bites littering my neck and my chest, and faint bruises around my hips and my thighs where strong fingers had gripped me. I like the way they look. Testament of my alphas’ hungry need to have me.

“I’m still recovering,” I groan, reaching to link my hands around his neck and drag him in for a morning kiss.

“Your ankle is fine now and the best way to recover is to get out for some fresh air. Come on, we’re meeting up with the others for a ride out.”

“Others?”

“The rest ofThe Highwaymen. It’s the first Sunday of the month, princess. We always meet up for a cruise.” He nips my lips. “And we’ve got something for you.”

“You have?”

“Yep. Come on, get up and we’ll show you. It’s in the living room.”

He kisses me and then unlinks my arms. I watch him leave the room, unable to prevent myself from admiring his form. I’m really not sure how I got so lucky.

The others are waiting for me in the living room when I walk through a few minutes later. They’re all dressed ready for the day in dark leather trousers and their biker jackets.

“Wow,” I say with a big grin. “Look at you guys!’

Bear lumbers to his feet and gives me a leisurely spin. “You like it, hot cheeks?”

“Uh-huh.”

“‘Cause we got you your own.”

I blink and then I spy my own set of leathers spread out on one of the sofas. Bear lifts the jacket. It’s about half the size of the alphas’, and when Bear turns it around, I see it’s emblazoned with their club’s crest.

“We had it made for you,” Cam tells me, pointing to where my name is spelt out in white letters below the picture.

Bear motions for me to come closer and, holding the jacket out for me, lets me slide my arms into the soft leather. The smell of it reminds me of them and I can’t help but lift the lapels and take a deep inhale.

“Shit, you look good in that,” Buzz says. “Will look even better in the trousers.”

Bear passes those to me too and I slither them up my legs and over my hips. They’re a tight fit, hugging every part of my thighs and my backside. I think they might be the clingiest piece of clothing I’ve ever worn. I thread the button through the hole at the waist, breathing in as I do and tug up the zipper. Then I slide my palm over the slick leather covering my arse.

Bear lets out a loud wolf whistle and Buzz growls. “Shit, I really want to bite that arse.”

“You can if you want,” I say, spinning around to give all the alphas a better view.

“Don’t tempt us, baby. We can’t be late. Huge is coming out today and we’ll get a bollocking from him if we keep him waiting.”

I pout a little, thinking about how I’d quite like to stay home and have my alphas peel these leathers off me. But Bear gives my arse a friendly smack and then grabs my hand.

“Now I’m realising just how well the nickname hot cheeks suits you,” he whispers before dragging me down the staircase. “Come on, you are gonna want to ride with me on the way out. I have the best bike.”

“Bullshit!” Cam calls behind us. “He thinks that because he spent way over the odds on that bike.”

“You knobheads are just jealous of my baby.”

“Your baby has an oil leak that can’t be fixed and guzzles fuel.”

“But she’s worth the effort because she looks and rides like something out of this world.” He winks at me and leads me across the garage floor to where their bikes are parked and waiting for us. The bikes are all well looked after and loved, polished to perfection and gleaming despite their age, yet I have to admit Bear’s is especially stunning, the lines and curves graceful.

“We got you your own helmet too, hot cheeks. It should be a better fit.”

“So where are we going exactly?” I ask, as I take the heavy helmet from Bear and rest it in the crook of my elbow.

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