The Biker's Fate Chapter 217

As he anchored my thighs to his body, I positioned my ankles to his shoulders and he shifted going deeper. He slammed into me, pausing for a few torturous seconds before repeating the thrust. Because of my position, I didn't have full range of movement and by the look on his face; I could tell he liked that. "Knight," I warned.

"Yeah, sugar. What do you need?"

"I need you to fuck me."

"Which guy, Kimmie?"

I arched with a groan. "Knight," I rasped.

"Which guy?" he insisted.

"Matt something."

He rewarded my snitch with the orgasm to beat all orgasms, collapsing on top of me and rolling us onto our sides. Once I caught my breath, I gripped his chin. "Don't you dare do anything to him."

Knight grinned, pulling out of me and adjusting his clothing. "You're going to bed, right?"

"That's the plan, why?"

"Just want you to stay here, sugar. You wanna go out, you text me."

I shook my head, sliding off the bed and yanking on my panties. "You're ridiculous."

"Kim."

"Yeah, honey?"

"You gonna behave?"

"Probably not." I giggled. "I walked over with Court, we were fine."

"Well, in the future, I want you two to walk over with me."

"Walk over...?"

"Anywhere you want to go when you leave the room."

"What about across the hall...? Morgan's room, for instance. Do I need to call you?"

"Don't be a pain in the ass, Kimmie."

I pulled on a pair of shorts and then wrapped my arms around his waist. "We're in a tiny, protected community. I don't understand what you think might happen."

"I don't really care, Kim. You're in a foreign country knowing no one but the team, and you're fuckin' gorgeous. You get some guy dealin' with 'roid rage and you're walkin' alone... I don't even want to think about it."

"Honey—"

"No. Just fuckin' humor me, yeah?"

I sighed. "I can do that."

"Thanks, sugar." He kissed me again and walked to the door.

"You're leaving already?"

He chuckled. "I'm going to check on the horses."

"Oh, can I come?"

"If you want to."

I nodded. "I'll change real quick."

After pulling on sweats over my sleep shorts, I yanked on my muck boots and followed him out the door and over to the stall area. Fozzie let out a quiet whinny and stuck his head out as I approached.

"Hey, boy." I handed him a peppermint and stepped into his stall. "You look happy, buddy. How are you feeling? Ready to win next week, hmm?" He nuzzled me and I smiled. "I'm glad you're on my side."

"How are you doin', Kim?" Flea asked, peeking into the stall.

"I'm good. How are you? Did you eat?"

He smiled. "Yeah, Buck and I are takin' shifts. We're good, babe."

"If you need anything, text me okay?" I said.

"I will. You just go out there and win."

I wrinkled my nose. "No pressure or anything."

Flea chuckled. "None at all."

"Ready, sugar?" Knight asked, standing beside Flea.

"Yeah." After one more snuggle with Fozzie, I let myself out of the stall."

"I won't see you in the morning," Flea said. "But Buck'll be here."

"Have a good night," I said.

"You too, babe."

I joined Knight and slid my hands into the pockets of my sweats. I wanted to wrap my arm around him, hold his hand, anything to touch him... but I couldn't.

"I miss not sleepin' with you," he said.

I gave him a sad smile. "Me too, honey."

"We gonna change that when we get home?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You want to move in?"

"Something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He smiled. "I want to get married."

"You're saying that here? Now?" I snapped.

"I'm tellin' you what I want, Kim, but I'm not proposin' again. Yet. Just lettin' you know how I feel."

My stomach flipped and I shook my head. The thought of what we were building crashing down like an atom bomb made me sick. Marriage would never work for me and I'd never subject him to my issues. "Marriage is off the table."

He sighed. "We'll see."

"But we can talk about moving in together," I offered.

"Okay, sugar."

"Now that I've completely shattered your dreams, don't be extra dickish tomorrow, okay?"

He laughed. "No promises."

We arrived at my room and I unlocked the door and stepped inside. He followed me and once again, I was up against the wall. "I love you, Kim, and I warned you that you wouldn't be able to push me away."

"I'm not pushing you away, Aidan. I'm simply stating that marriage isn't for me. You'd be miserable."

"You're wrong," he countered.

"Seriously," I insisted. "I'd drive you to hate me. I'm damaged goods."

He hissed. "Don't fuckin' say that. You're beautiful just the way you are. You've been through shit, sure, but it's given you a depth you refuse to acknowledge."

I dropped my head to his chest. "Can we please not do this now? Let's shelve this topic until we can get back and have makeup sex after the inevitable fight."

"Sugar, I'm not goin' to fight with you over this. You'll do what I say and it'll all be good."

I met his eyes again and shook my head. "You're insane."

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

"Bright and early." I grinned. "You gonna kiss me before you go?"

"You gonna pull your head out?"

"Not before we get home, no."

He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me gently. "Love you, sugar."

"Love you, too."

He left me and I closed the door, leaning against it and taking a few deep breaths. God, I loved him. Could I risk marrying him? I highly doubted it, but took a minute to let his love fill me a little more than I had in the past. Once I'd changed into pajamas, I fell into bed. I didn't wake until the next morning, having never heard Courtney come in.