Page 12 of Knight's Last Chance

“It is,” he says, stripping out of his leather jacket and draping it over me, mistaking the shudder that shook me to be a result of cold, but in actuality, it’s from the story. Even so, I don’t correct him, discreetly leaning down to sniff the scent of leather and musk.

“I’d like to think that she got to be with her lover in another life. If they were soulmates, then maybe she found her way to him somehow.”

Knight makes some noise at the back of his throat in agreement, and we both turn to look at the city and river below, mind reeling from the story. It’s not until I feel something wet touch my face that I am brought back to the present. I brush my finger over the wetness, and that is all the warning I get before the skies open up and it starts raining.

“Fuck!” Knight curses, reaching for my helmet and slipping it over my head. He expertly snaps the ties into place before climbing onto the bike. “We need to get out of here before the dirt road turns to mud.”

With my helmet secured, I climb behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist, feeling the beat of his heart as we speed down the mountain to escape the rain. The wind caresses my face, and I bury my face in his massive back, inhaling his comforting scent.

As we maneuver down the road, I can’t help the smile that dances around my lips. The moment is perfect, and I can almost understand the girl who jumped off a cliff for love. It was a tad melodramatic, but I get her.

The ride lasts about five minutes before we pull up to a posh-looking hotel. Knight helps me to get off his motorcycle, then he drives off after giving me instructions to wait for him in the lobby.

It’s pouring heavily, and I am soaked, but luckily for me, most of my upper body is dry thanks to Knight’s heavy jacket. The same cannot be said about the people filtering into the hotel after me, fully drenched.

I don’t have to wait in the lobby long before Knight joins me, and we both walk to the reception desk. My eyes bulge when I hear the price for a room for the night, but Knight doesn’t blink as he reaches into the jacket I am wearing and takes out his wallet.

“Let’s go,” he says once he’s paid and we’ve been given our room’s keycard. Knight is soaked to the bone with his white t-shirt and dark jeans sticking to his body and highlighting his muscles. I catch a few women looking his way and find myself pressing into his side so they know he’s taken.

Well, technically that is not true.

Knight and I are playing a dangerous game, but whatever it is we are to each other is more than what he has with any of the women throwing suggestive glances his way.

Snap out of it, Rhea!

We receive the same looks in the elevator, and I barely hold myself back from snapping at someone who blatantly stares at his pecs.

Christ, what is happening to me?

Since when I am this possessive of someone who does not even belong to me?

Thankfully, Knight is oblivious to all the stares he gets, or if he is noticing them, it seems he’s simply ignoring the suggestive gazes thrown his way. He takes my hand when we exit the lift and walk to our room.

“Why didn’t we go back to the clubhouse or Priest’s?” I ask as he presses his keycard in the slot outside the door before letting us in.

“Too far,” he tells me as we walk into the suite. “Besides, your brother got engaged today. You don’t want to be in his house, trust me.”

I wrinkle my nose at his words before nodding in agreement. I guess I see his point. I would hate to be stuck with those two love birds in the same house, but this presents a different challenge.

Being stuck in a room with Knight.

My hands are shaking as we walk into the room, and I try to think of something I can say to kill the tension when Knight suddenly strips his shirt off before tossing the wet cloth over his shoulder. He makes his way to the bathroom, and I find myself following him, eyes fixated on that massive, tattooed back.

It’s not the first time I have seen Knight’s naked torso. I have a clear view of the man’s house from my bedroom, and for a full year, I watched him walk around shirtless in his house, but nothing beats seeing the real thing up close. It’s the most incredible sight I have seen in my life, and moments ago, I just saw the entire city from atop a mountain.

He’s perfect.

My eyes lock on the reflection of his chest when he stops in front of the sink. There is a large tattoo on his left pec, which I recognize as the club’s symbol. It goes all the way to his arm. My eyes run over his body, drinking in every tattoo and muscle I have dreamed of seeing up close.

I trail my eyes down his six pack to the V-line that disappears into his jeans, sucking in a sharp breath when I follow the line to the straining zipper of his jeans.

Oh!

My eyes quickly shoot up to find Knight watching me, his eyes dark pits threatening to drown me, and I realize I’ve been caught ogling him. Heat travels up my neck to my cheeks, but I find that I can’t look away from his eyes.

We’re alone in a suite, miles away from everyone we know with heavy rain pouring outside and electric currents arcing between us.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you know what’s going to happen, right?”

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