Page 123 of As Thick As Thieves

“Yes, Sir,” Cruz chirped, giving me a wink.

I ended up only getting two hours of sleep, waking up to Stone pushing inside me again as if I needed a reminder that I was his.

I was definitely going to be walking funny at work all day.

Knox

“She doesn’t like it when we annoy her at work,” Drake grumbled, but I knew he was excited to see her, too. It was rare she got a full day of work without one of us hanging around, not that she could blame us. The last time we’d left her alone, she’d been taken and almost killed by a psychopath.

“She’s full of shit. She smiles more when we’re lingering in the booths,” I said flatly, shoving the door open at Harley’s and heading for our usual booth. Harley shook his head and tried to hide his smile when he saw us, not bothering to come over since he knew we were here for Penn.

Cruz and Stone were having a meeting with a bunch of the Thieves. We’d split the organization into multiple sections, using people’s strengths better. Stone was still the boss of everyone, and he loved to remind us of that, but I was in charge of the protection jobs now, Cruz handled most of the tech, and Drake had started handling more of the stakeouts. With Penn having a good eye for legitimate art and jewelry, Stone had been letting her train some of the others to ensure they knew what was real and what was fake, which made our jobs a lot easier. Training newbies was hard and time consuming, but now we didn’t have to worry about it.

Penn had dealt with an uncomfortable handover a month ago thanks to someone who recognized her as Louis’ problem child, and Stone had decided we should go back to being faceless for our own safety, bringing in a team of Thieves who could handle the exchanges but didn’t go on thieving jobs. Everyone had a part to play, and it ran like clockwork now that we had some kind of order amongst us.

I just wished that Penn didn’t want to work in the damn bar so she was safely in the compound.

“You do know Harley and Alex are part of the Psychos, right? I think they’re well-trained in how to spot a threat,” Penn deadpanned as she walked over to us, but she happily dropped a kiss on both our lips with a small smile. She looked tired, thanks to Stone keeping her awake. “You want the usual?”

“Burgers and fries,” Drake piped up, bouncing in his seat as if I hadn’t fucked him through the damn mattress for hours last night and not let him sleep either. “I’m starving.”

“You want that for breakfast?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Says the girl who ate an entire cold pizza for breakfast yesterday.”

“What can I say? You guys gave me an appetite,” she winked, heading towards the kitchen to give Alex the order. I dropped an arm around Drake, tugging him closer.

“Beckett’s racing tonight if you want to go and watch? I think Logan’s racing her.”

“Yeah, he is. Lopez called earlier to see if Penn wanted to go.”

I scowled, still pissed at that fucker for sneaking Penn out of the compound last week and putting her in Ander’s passenger seat, letting her go for a lap on the track at full speed. It was hard to be mad at her about going against our wishes because I’d seen the video that Beckett had filmed, and as much as she’d taken it to piss off Stone, Penn had been so fucking happy in that moment.

Ander said it was a one-time-only thing, and he just wanted to give her the one thing he’d promised before going underground. From what he’d been saying, we wouldn’t be seeing him for a while. I had no idea what was going on with him, but I got it. Sometimes I just had to shut the world out and get out of my own head, too. Not so much these days, though, thanks to Penn.

I loved her, but I loved Drake more because of her, too. She’d made me realize what I wanted in life, and that I should take what I wanted without apology. Being in public with Drake didn’t bother me anymore, and I found myself being relaxed in general. If someone didn’t like my relationship, they could go and fuck themselves.

Who knew a Kingslake princess could tame an asshole like me? She’d turned me into a fucking kitten.

Drake

We spent most of the afternoon at Harley’s watching Penn work, but when Stone dropped Cruz off, Knox figured we could bail. The one thing I loved about Penn coming into our lives and shaking shit up between me and Knox, was that he was more open in the bedroom, and ten times more insatiable if that were possible.

“Do you think Stone will be pissed if we call dibs for Penn tonight?” Knox chuckled in my ear as he wrapped his naked body around mine from behind after railing the hell out of me.

“She needs some sleep,” I reminded him, earning a groan.

“I’ll let her nap a little in between rounds.”

“Am I not enough for you? Surely your dick is starting to struggle to stay up,” I teased, tilting my head to the side as his lips trailed across my neck and along my shoulder. Knox’s romantic side didn’t come out all the time, but he was doing it more and more when he realized how stupidly horny it made me. That man had been turning me into a damn pretzel for months thanks to some of the sweet shit he’d been doing, and I was soaking it up just as much as he was.

I was insanely relaxed thanks to the post orgasmic bliss I was in, but I was vaguely aware of Penn slipping into the room and quietly closing the door. She padded over to the bed, sliding under the covers to sandwich me between her and Knox.

“How was work?” Knox’s voice rumbled in my ear, a soft chuckle leaving her as she closed her eyes and snuggled into me, her hand snaking around my waist.

“You know exactly how work was since you were there for most of the shift.”

“Where’s Cruz?” I asked with a yawn, knowing she was close to falling asleep herself.

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