The Biker's Fate Chapter 224

Kim

KNIGHT AND I stepped off the plane and headed out of the gate. As we neared the security barriers, I saw Dani and Booker... then I saw the rest of the club.

Hoots and hollers echoed through the area and Knight chuckled as we approached our friends. "Looks like the welcoming committee's here."

"Did you know about this?"

"Nope."

Dani handed Cash off to Booker and made a run for me, wrapping her arms around me the second I stepped out of the secure area. "Congratulations!"

I hugged her back. "Thank you."

After hugging Knight, she grabbed my hand. "I'm so glad you're home."

"Me too," I lied... sort of. I was happy to be home, but I kind of wanted to go back to the protective bubble Knight had created more.

"Why aren't you wearin' your medal," Mack asked, pulling me into a bear hug.

I giggled. "Because that would be obnoxious."

"You up for a party?"

No I wasn't up for a party. I wanted to climb into bed for a week and sleep. I groaned. "Tonight?"

He chuckled. "Kiddin', babe. Saturday."

"Jerk," I joked. "Saturday's good."

As we hugged and greeted our "crew," I reached out for Cash, itching to snuggle my 'nephew.'

"I can't believe how much he's changed," I said, once Booker handed him over.

"I know," Dani agreed. "It's a daily thing."

Cash grinned up at me. "Oh, he's smiling now," I exclaimed. "Hi, buddy. How's my little man?"

As I continued to coo and devour the attention of Cash, Knight took my bag from me and we moved as a group to the elevators and then down to baggage claim. All the men (except Knight) were wearing their club cuts, jeans, and motorcycle boots, and I had a feeling we must have all looked a little intimidating as we took over the carousel area.

"Holy crap!" Dani whispered.

"What?"

"What's that on your finger?" she demanded.

"Shhh," I hissed.

"Did you get engaged?"

"No. It's a promise ring."

She grabbed my hand and pulled it closer to her face. "Promise ring, my ass. You could skate on that diamond."

"Ohmigod," Darien exclaimed. "You guys got engaged?"

"No," I said.

"That looks an awful lot like an engagement ring," Dani countered.

"I knew I should have packed it," I ground out.

"And run the risk of it being lost or stolen?" Knight countered. "No way in hell."

I glared up at him. "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"

"What?" he asked in mock innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So, you got engaged but didn't talk to me about it?" Mack accused. "I can't give my blessing if you don't ask for it, Knight."

"Fuck you—"

"Whoa," I warned. "Baby ears, honey. No swearing."

Dani did a little dance as she clapped her hands. "Ohmigod, this is going to be so perfect. We'll plan your wedding and then you'll have babies and we'll raise them together."

I grabbed Knight's arm. "You did this."

He laughed, leaning down to kiss me. "Evil genius."

"Nope, just evil."

We retrieved our bags, and while I continued to hold the baby, the men carried everything to Mack's car. I was sad to hand Cash off to Dani, but with the promise of a visit in a couple of days, I released him, and climbed in the backseat with Knight.

Mack and Darien dropped us off at my place and, after showering the plane away, we climbed into bed and slept for almost sixteen hours. It was bliss.

"Mornin', sugar," Knight whispered, sliding his hand between my legs.

I arched against his palm, gasping when he slid his fingers inside of me. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

Knight kissed his way down my body then settled himself between my legs. I wove my fingers into his hair as he covered my core with his mouth, sucking my clit gently. He brought me to the edge, then removed his mouth and moved back up my body, focusing on my nipples as he thrust into me.

"Baby," I rasped, and wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him deeper access.

"Love you, Kim," he whispered.

"Love you, too, baby."

He slammed into me again and I came around him... he joined me seconds later. Rolling onto his back, pulling me with him, he settled me against his chest.

"That's one hell of a way to wake up," I said with a giggle, kissing his chest.

"Let's make a habit of it."

"Deal," I agreed.

"Ready to get up and go see the horses?"

"Yes. More than ready."

He grinned and slid from the bed. "Buck is on today, so I know he's wantin' a break."

We dressed quickly and headed out to the barn where we found a very excited JoEllen rushing to greet us. "Congratulations!" she crooned. "I can't believe I have a bona-fide gold medalist at my little barn."

I grinned, hugging her. "Thank you."

"Do you know how busy we've been? I'm overbooked! I might need to build another building just to house the horses of the owners who want in. Aidan, you and I are going to need to talk about you coming to train here."

He chuckled. "I'm happy to have a conversation, JoEllen, but I've got some plans of my own."

As Knight and JoEllen chatted, I hugged Buck and let myself into Fozzie's stall. "Hey big boy," I whispered. "How's my Olympic winner?"

Fozzie whinnied quietly and nuzzled me, no doubt seeking out the peppermints in my pocket.

"Smart devil, aren't you?" I fed him his treat and took some time to brush him down.

"Your mom's been here pretty much every day since we brought Fozzie back," Buck said, leaning into the stall.

"Ohmigod, seriously?" I sighed. "I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "Just a heads up she'll probably be here today."

"This is what I get for not returning her calls," I grumbled.

"More like, this is what I get."

I giggled. "True. Sorry, buddy."

"No worries, babe."

"Get Fozzie tacked up," Knight said with a smile. "We'll head out on the trail."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I said.

He chuckled and headed over to Apollo's stall.

"I'm gonna head out," Buck said. "Flea'll be here later tonight."

"Thanks for everything, buddy."

"No problem." He grinned and I heard him call, "See ya brother," to Knight as I finished brushing Fozzie down.

We finished saddling our horses and led them out of the barn in order to mount up... and ran smack dab into my mother.

"Shit," I hissed in Knight's general direction.

"Oh my word!" she squealed. "My daughter's a gold medal Olympian."