Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Knight leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show. “Notice he didn’t say anything about having met her less than twenty-four hours ago.” Then he shrugged. “I could have the paperwork ready within the hour. I backdated your divorce papers six months just in case getting married was what you needed to keep him away. So I can have a marriage properly filed, witnesses accounted for, even signed by clergy. No one would question it.”
“That’s not the point,” I said, finding my voice again. “The point is that decision like this should be made by the people actually getting married! Not a twelve-year-old with delusions of grandeur!”
“So, you’re saying you don’t want to marry Riot,” Caleb pressed.
I felt my face flush. “I’m saying that’s between me and Riot to discuss. Privately. Which means you don’t get to eavesdrop or manipulate the narrative.” I actually shook my finger at him before I realized what I was doing and quickly put my hands behind my back.
Caleb grinned. “You forgot to add ‘young man’.”
Just like that, all my outrage disappeared. “I give up,” I said, opening my arms to hug my son. “If all men were as protective of their families as you, Caleb, the world would be a much happier, better place.” I looked up at Riot. “I really hope you know what you’re doing. Because that is what you have to live up to,” I said, pointing at Caleb. “He’ll make sure you do.”
“‘Cause if he doesn’t live up to my standards, he may not live long.” Caleb gave Riot a bright smile and a big thumbs-up before scowling at him.
Riot shot Caleb an exasperated look, then held out his hand to me. “Why don’t we go talk about this?”
“Not sure why,” I grumbled. “Seems to me the three of you have taken matters into your own hands.”
“Paperwork isn’t done yet, Violet,” Knight said softly. Where before I thought maybe he’d been playing along, enjoying Riot’s discomfort, now Knight was sober and very serious. “No matter what I said before, I was only teasing. If you really don’t want to do this, I won’t do it.”
“I have the feeling I should have stayed in bed.” This was happening. I knew it like I knew my own name. Knight was going to get everything properly dated and filed, and I was going to be Riot’s wife. Mrs. Quinn Devereaux. How did I know this? Because my son said that’s what he wanted.
Caleb’s smile was radiant. “Awesome!” Then he turned to Riot. “You know there’s no way my dad can belong to an MC and not teach his son to ride a motorcycle. Right?”
“Nice try,” Riot said, without hesitation. “That’s one hundred percent up to your mother. And I have a feeling I know how she feels about you riding a motorcycle.”
Caleb shrugged. “I’ll get her there.”
“Christ, my life,” I muttered.
“Go talk this out.” My son plopped down in a gaming chair in the corner of the room. “I’m gonna be here for hours and hours.” He pushed off the desk to make the chair spin. “Gotta supervise. Make sure Knight gets everything done the way I want it.”
“You sure you can handle this?” I asked Riot.
The big man grinned. “Nope. Still not letting you back out.” He snagged my hand. “Come on. We got some things to discuss.”
Riot led me out of the office with Caleb calling after us, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
I was so nervous and excited and keyed up I thought I was going to puke. Somehow I made it through the lift ride. We didn’t get off on the fourth floor, however. Instead, Riot led me by the hand halfway down the long hallway to the door to another apartment. We passed a couple of guys on the way, but they greeted Riot and acknowledged me with a nod and a “Ma’am.”
The second he opened the door and I stepped inside, I knew it was his room. His living area. He’d brought me into his private space, and I was going to get to see a little more of what he was really like.
Soon. We had more important matters to discuss first.
Riot shut and locked the door, then turned to me. There was such longing and need on his face, it took my breath. I knew the second we left Knight’s office what was going to happen. Caleb had practically signed his consent for us to have sex, so I really had no other objection. The only reason I hadn’t already fallen into this man’s arms was Caleb. Caleb would always come first. No matter how old he got or pretended to be.
I’d never had a lover other than Doug, and he was about as far from a “lover” as he could get. He was a man who fucked me occasionally. Nothing more. I’d never experienced sexual arousal before Riot. I’d never experienced any kind of pleasure during sex. I’d grown to loathe the thought of anything to do with sex. Now, I wanted to explore everything I’d been denied, and I wanted to do it in the arms of a man of my choosing. I wanted Riot.