Disciple: Knights Disciples MC

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Authors: Sophia Hampton
pretended she was soothing herself by hugging Will instead of bedding. He certainly made a wonderful home. For a motorcycle club captain, he was very domestic. In all the drama and getting caught up in Lucas's cause, it occurred to Laura that she really didn't know how Will made his living. Now with all that happened, she wondered if she would find out. She sank into a deep sleep.
     
    And woke so sweetly. In the very early morning, before dawn broke, Will and the other guys came home. Laura stirred as she heard them bidding each other a groggy goodnight as they walked into the house. She could hear the locks of the front door turn. Someone was locking up. She heard Will climb the stairs with heavy footsteps. His room was past hers. The bathroom she used separated them. She was now fully awake and stared at the grey ceiling as a motion light shined through her window. It would probably go out shortly. She turned over on her side away from it and accidentally bumped her head on the head board.
     
    "Ouch!" she exclaimed.
     
    Naturally, Will knocked on the door reflexively before entering her room. "You okay?"
     
    "Yeah I am. Sorry," she said. "I guess I must have moved up to the head of the bed while I was asleep. I hit my head."
     
    "Let's have a look," he said.
     
    "It's okay. Really," she replied, though it was beginning to throb. Will flipped on the light and lightly traced her forehead with his fingers. Despite his tender touch, the tips of his fingers felt rough and smelled faintly of solvent. It really hit home how hard he had been working, all night, up since the day before so that the Girls and Boy Club could operate without missing a beat and so that the damage her brother did was a minimum. He smiled as though he were trying to hold back a laugh. "What?" she asked vulnerably.
     
    "Not laughing at you, sweetheart. We finished before schedule and we thought that since the director was being a jerk in letting you go since you clearly had nothing to do with what happened, we should phone her when we were done."
     
    Laura gasped. "You called her at three-thirty in the morning?"
     
    Will was laughing harder now. He could only nod. Laura waited for him to finish. "And because she was half asleep, I said, ‘hey since we finished ahead of schedule, do you think you could see your way clear to letting Laura Mills keep her position?’ She said 'yes yes, whatever. I have to go to sleep' and she hung up the phone."
     
    Laura didn't get her hopes up. "She'll take it back in the morning. That was a sweet thought and I really don't deserve it, but thanks."
     
    Will lifted her chin with his finger so she had to look in his eyes. He spoke to her gently. "I know it's hard not to take any of this personally, but it's not personal. Whatever your brother is going through, it's not at you or because of you. The guys are here for you two. We will help see you through as long as Lucas will let us. After that, it's up to him." He raked his fingers through her hair again and again. The movement sent heat throughout her body. "Hey," he whispered. "I'm going to hop in the shower. If you want to warm up my bed and wait for me until I get out, I would really like that. I don't mean sex...necessarily. I would really like to lie in a bed and just hold you."
     
    They moved their faces closer until their searching mouths found each other. His lips were so soft and warm and the taste of him, when he parted her lips and entered her with his tongue, was unbearably sweet. She drew on him, stroking him inside with playful sweeps, as she kissed him hungrily. His gentle hold on her hair became a passionate grip. He almost tugged as he now fisted her strands at the nape of her neck. He broke away. "We better stop while I can. Wait for me," he whispered.
     
    He walked slowly from her bed as if to lead her. Laura threw off her covers and followed him. The morning was still shadowy and their steps so quiet. She was tempted to go in the shower with

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