Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(36)

“Yes— Yup, just Vicky though, you can just call me Vicky.” Pull yourself together woman, shame on you. “I had better go,” I quickly shamble into the guesthouse, panting like a child. Shit, he is really, really hot. Not in the same way as Blake, because Blake is on his own level of hotness; but in an obvious, classic good-looking way. He looks like a gentleman. I should have had his babies.



Over the next few days, I realise that I have not glanced at my phone once. The need to check it has gotten stronger and stronger everyday; but I know if I check it, I will end up replying to Blake. I see hot worker man working on one of the fences, so I make my way to him.

“Hi, I never did get your name?” I ask, smiling sweetly at him. He chuckles while stopping what he was doing. “Knox, Knox Bowden.” I can’t help but notice his southern drawl. I shake his hand, because he took it out for me to take.

“Nice to meet you Knox, are you from around here?” I ask while jumping up onto the fence in front of him.

“I’m from Bama, just down here for a change of scenery.” I look down at him, he’s wearing a white tank top, ripped worn jeans and cowboy boots. “I know that feeling.”

We talk for a couple hours flat; he is so easy to talk to, and a really nice guy.

“How long are you planning on staying here for?” I ask, genuinely interested.

“Not sure, I guess if I have a reason to stay, I might make my trip last longer,” he replies with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. I smile down at him as he makes his way closer to me, so he is eventually standing in between my legs. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful, Vicky.” I push my head back into his touch and close my eyes. I open them when I feel soft lips touch mine. I know I should push him away because I’m carrying another man’s baby, but it’s too good to stop. I open my mouth, letting him in while he licks around the rim of my lips. His kiss is soft and gentle, and before I let it get any further, I stop and hold my hand up against his chest. “I can’t do this, as much as I want to do this, I can’t,” I tell him, looking down to the ground.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I just couldn’t help it,” he replies, and I feel like I should at least tell him why I stopped. I bite my bottom lip and look at him again.

“I’m pregnant, that’s why. It’s all really messy and I’m not with the father, but I just can’t have any complications in my life right now.” Nice, now he will go running for the hills, and my Dad will be without a worker. Good job, Vicky. He tilts his head, making the afternoon sun hit his skin perfectly, and smiles at me. “So you don’t have a boyfriend?”

I laugh before looking back to him. “Did you not just hear what I said? I am pregnant.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t care. Not only are you beautiful; but the time we have spent talking together has made me see you differently, nothing can change that.” I get off the fence, noting that I cannot feel my ass. “What time do you finish?” I ask him. He looks down at me, bringing his hand under my chin, and running his thumb over my bottom lip slowly. “Five. I promised your father that I would cook dinner tonight, care to help?” he asks with a smile. I nod my head and bite my lip.

“Yes, that sounds fun. I love to cook.” He brings my hand up and kisses it gently, before I head back into the house. He is amazing; there is no doubt about that. He gives me butterflies and good feelings; maybe I should give it a try with him, without putting a label on it. Walking into the kitchen, smiling at the memory of his soft lips pushed up against mine; I see Dominic sitting at the table, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised. This is not good. “What part of ‘stay away from him’ do you not understand? And for fuck sake Vicky, you are pregnant!” he almost yells from where he is sitting. And Dom never yells.

“First of all, you can’t tell me who to stay away from. We were just talking… and stuff. Second, he knows I’m pregnant, Dom! I’m not a shady bitch so keep your judgements to yourself,” I reply, shutting the fridge door.

“He knows you’re pregnant and he doesn’t care?” He asks in disbelief. I laugh at him.

“Dom, it’s not like we are actually an item or anything. Nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen. Let me be.” I walk out of the kitchen and head back to my room, needing some distance from an annoying brother. I feel like I am 15 again, and trying to crush on Brad Levitt, my hot neighbour.