Page 39 of My Knight

She leaned her head against my shoulder again, completely at ease.

“I like it too, baby,” I murmured and held her close.

I liked it a fuck ton.

And I wasn’t about to let it go.

Chapter Fourteen

Saylor

The soreness hit me the second I tried to stretch. My body protested in all directions—arms, thighs, even my ribs. Muscles I didn’t know I had screamed at me. I groaned and flopped back onto the pillow like a starfish.

“Remind me,” I mumbled into the ceiling, “never to challenge a group of bikers to the Iron Fiends Cup again.”

Pirate chuckled beside me. He was already up and sitting on the edge of the bed. He tugged on a T-shirt, and I watched the muscles in his back stretch under the ink. I couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the view. It was a very nice show. Sunlight from the crack in the curtains danced across his skin, and my eyes traced the lines of his tattoos.

“You won, though,” he said as he glanced back at me.

I rolled to my side and groaned again. “Barely. I think my body has officially entered retirement.”

Pirate smirked and tossed a look over his shoulder. “I’m sure it was worth it. Dove would definitely think so.”

I laughed softly and buried my face in the pillow for a second before peeking back up at him. “She’s probably already out there planning next year’s Cup. I’m going to have to fake an injury.”

Pirate stood and stretched in a slow, cat-like way. “So what do you want to do today, champ? See if you can beat your egg time blindfolded?”

I let out a dramatic sigh and pulled the pillow over my face. “I think one day of biker Olympics was enough to last me a year.”

Pirate laughed. “Noted.”

He walked over to my side of the bed and gently tugged the pillow off. He just stared at me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “The bruises on your face are changing colors. How are you feeling?”

“Sore, Pirate.” I took a second to take stock of my body. “But better. It doesn’t hurt to breathe anymore. Progress,” I laughed.

“Good, baby. I was worried yesterday was going to be too much for you.”

I smiled at him. “I’m sure it wasn’t the best idea to run around, but you only live once. Today, we can take it easier.”

“What do you feel like doing? You call the shots, baby.”

I blinked up at him and thought. I didn’t want to lie in bed all day again. It was a lazy morning, sure, but I was done being on bed rest. Still, anything more than moderate movement was… not happening.

“Something low effort,” I finally said. “But not... nothing. I don’t want to be horizontal all day.” My eyes bugged out, realizing what I had just said.

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face with the back of his knuckles. The small gesture made my chest squeeze a little. “We’ll save the horizontal for tonight.”

My body was heated at his words. “I mean, do we have to wait for tonight?” I asked before I could hold the words back.

A slow smile spread across his lips. “Tonight, baby. Otherwise, we won’t leave this room.”

Again, not something I was against.

He stepped back and grabbed his cut. He shrugged it on and held his hand out to me. “Why don’t we go see what Adalee has going on for breakfast and then maybe spend the day outside? Just hang out. We could throw the ball for Harley and Davidson, maybe sit on the porch, soak up the sun. A lazy Sunday.”

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