Page 74 of His Wild Storm
Knox’s eyes go hard, but the look on his face doesn’t scare me. No, it has the opposite effect which is probably not the best reaction considering this is a conversation we need to have.
“I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness,” I admit. “You offered us to come here because it got us out of Safe Home while keeping my name off paperwork which could have turnedout to be bad. Now we know it’s not something I need to worry about.”
“This is your home,” Knox’s voice is fierce with an edge of steel which tells me he’s not going to be backing off any time soon. He presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath skittering over my skin with his words, “I may have made the offer with the best of intentions, but deep down I hoped you would never leave. I figured we could both win, you and Wilde would have a safe place to live, and I would have the chance to get you to fall in love with me and never want to move out.”
I look back at him, my eyes going wide with his confession. The top if his ears go red; it could be embarrassment or shame, either way it’s adorable as hell.
“I don’t want either of you to go anywhere. I want to be the man you need and the dad Wilde can look up to. This is your home,” his words hold more weight as he repeats himself like he wants me to not only hear him but feel the truth in what he is saying.
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I tell him, surprised with how vehemently I feel the truth in my words.
“Good,” he nods and pulls his hips back away from where he’s cradling my ass. As his dick slips free, he smirks and chirps, “Then it’s settled.”
He slides out of bed and then scoops me up in his arms until I’m cradled against his chest. My arms wrap around his neck as I let out a sound of surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to the bathroom,” he answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re going to take a shower, and then we’ll go and grab your things from the guest room.”
Something sparkles in his eyes, a plan he’s not voicing, as he lays out our immediate plans. I can’t help but laugh, he’s not only eager, but he’s also earnest.
As I point toward the bathroom, I kick my legs slightly and command, “In that case, lead the way.”
Knox laughs, the rich sound wrapping around me feels like an anchor. I lean my head against his shoulder and pout slightly when he puts me down in the bathroom and moves away to get the water going. The amusement dancing in his eyes when he looks back at me is everything.
“Love you, little storm,” he murmurs as he approaches me again and leads me into the shower.
I give myself over to him when he reaches for me and proceeds to take care of me. His touch is fervent, but gentle. He washes me from head to toe, his fingers gentle as he works them through my dark hair after shampooing and conditioning. When I reach for him, wanting to give him the same treatment, he shakes his head while his intense eyes meet mine.
Let me. Let me take care of you.
I don’t just see the plea in his eyes, but I feel the request in my soul. After I nod, the smile that stretches across Knox’s face is one of pure joy. He cleans up quickly and then he’s lifting me out of the shower and enrobing me in fluffy softness. The way he touches me as he dries me off is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“I’m going to go and get dressed,” I tell him and have to bite my lip to stop from laughing at the epic pout he shoots my way. It’s better than Wilde’s pout which takes some real skill to beat.
“Fine,” he holds out the word, his tone a whine which has me unable to hold back my laughter.
The way his mossy eyes sparkle tells me he’s being over the top just to get me to laugh and smile. This man.
My man.
As I turn to head back to the guest room, a towel wrapped around my naked body, Knox’s hand slaps my ass. It’s not hard, but it does startle me, and I let out a little gasp.
When I look over my shoulder at him, there’s concern in his eyes even as a smile plays on his lips. I turn back toward him so he can really hear what I have to say.
“Knox,” I start, “you’re nothim. You could never be anything likehim. You don’t need to worry that I’m going to break because you slap my ass or pull my hair or do pretty much anything. I’m not worried about you hurting me, like really hurting me, or hitting me. I can see you, your heart and soul, and I’m not scared of you.”
A look of relief fills Knox’s face, and he nods, his face serious for a moment before it turns wicked and he starts to rub his hands together. He uses his chin to point toward the door. “Then, you should go and get dressed,” he suggests with a look of mischief in his eyes.
The moment I turn my back to him, he spanks my ass again. I throw my head back and laugh as I reach back and rub where it stings slightly. It was a little harder the second time, but I don’t mind at all.
I’m just finishing getting dressed when Knox struts in wearing jeans which are unbuttoned, and not much else. My lips part and I gasp when I see him. “I’m pretty sure Beckett won’t letyou into his house for brunch only wearing that,” I try to tease him, but the desire in my voice ruins the whole thing.
Knox winks at me, the smirk on his face making me glance at the clock on the nightstand and ponder what time brunch really is. Just then I get a text, and I almost drop my phone in my haste to make sure nothing is wrong with Wilde, even though I’m sure he’s fine.
Amelia: Just wanted to let you know that everything went great. Wilde and the rest of the boys are still in their pajamas and are watching one more movie in the fort while I get started in the kitchen.
I smile at the phone, absently telling Knox, “It’s Amelia. She said everything went great last night, no issues. The kids are watching one more movie and Amelia is going to start cooking. We should head out because I’d like to help in the kitchen if I can to,” I pause and shrug without looking up, “you know, try and say thank you.”
“You don’t need to say thank you,” Knox’s voice is insistent, but kind. “Amelia will tell you the same thing I am—this is what family does.”
