Page 33 of Knox

“I’m always hungry. My mum says I have hollow legs.”

The kitchen is huge and has wide bi-folding floor to ceiling windows. The large wooden table doesn’t fit in with the sleek kitchen, but I can see how loved it is.

“Hey, Roman, it’s great to see you,” Saint says. Noah is kneeling on a cushion next to Saint’s chair. He stays silent for now; he’s obviously deep in his role. Saint runs his fingers through Noah’s hair. I’m sure if I were closer, I’d hear him moan contentedly.

The total power exchange is a hard one and definitely not one I could do, but I’ve seen this evolve over the last couple of years, and they make it look easy. It’s intense and demanding, and to them, it’s everything they need.

Drake is sitting next to Finn. The look of bliss on his face that matches the pale pink tint to his cheeks tells me they’ve had a loved-up morning. They both greet us with relaxed hellos as if I have breakfast with them every Sunday.

“Knox, get settled, and Roman, you can come and sit by me,” Robin says as Knox grips my hand a little tighter.

“No way, Pops. You’re not interrogating him as soon as he sits down. He can sit next to me.” He walks up to Kip and gives him a hug. “Good to see you, Dad. Control your husband, please.”

This is obviously something they say a lot. Luckily, the sound of others coming in stops any counter argument from Robin. “The favourite son has arrived,” Royal announces as he walks in with Memphis. “Oh, hey. Hi, Roman, good to see you here.”

After that, everything was easy, the food plentiful and delicious. Robin gets to ask a few questions and seems happy with my answer. So does Knox, and he squeezes my thigh under the table. By the time we’re all full, Noah, who Saint fed, is now on his master’s knee.

Knox looks at his brothers. “I need your help this afternoon. Roman is moving in with me today, and he’s got some furniture he wants to bring. Saint, you still okay to use your truck.”

“Oh, congratulations, boys,” Robin enthuses, happily. He seems pleased the last of his sons are coupled up at last.

“I have one more thing. Maddox Levin will be here with us next Sunday. It’s a long story, one that Drake has helped us understand.” He looks at Drake. “Am I okay to talk about it? Maddox is okay with it.”

“As long as he’s given you the go ahead, then yes, but it doesn’t go any further than this table.” He looks a Robin and Kip.

“What? Why?”

“Maddox Levin is the kid I was with when I was on the streets. Dean Mitchell. He got into some trouble with a drug gang and had to be protected.”

“I remember, Knox. He died. You were so unhappy for such a long time. It will be good to finally meet him. He kept you safe and alive before I could.”

I don’t understand this. Robin saved Knox from a life on the streets. I’ll ask Knox later.

Kip looks confused. “I know the name. He’s a European MMA fighter. How did you find out?”

Knox fills them with all the complicated twists and turns, ending with them coming together and working it all out. “I want him to be the part of this family he should’ve had when I asked him to come here all those years ago.”

“Of course, Knox. He’s very welcome here.”

That seems to satisfy Knox. We get ready to leave after that.

“I reckon Saint and Knox could bench press his huge truck.” It’s serious muscle central at the house now. Royal and Drake have come to help, too, which means Noah, Memphis, and I are enjoying the show as they lift dressers and desks.

“God, I love it when he’s all sweaty.” Noah shamelessly ogles Saint. “Going down on him when he’s like this is one of my favourite things.”

“You’re such a slut,” Memphis says as he nudges him with his shoulder.

“For him, yep. I’m never going to say no to him.” He looks at his master. “Hey, Sir, don’t even think about showering.”

Saint grins and comes jogging over to us. “You gonna lick me clean, dirty boy?” Then he kisses him like it’s the last one. “Starting with my dick. You wanna get on your knees here?”

“Yes, Sir.” Noah hops down off the wall we’re sitting on in Knox’s little front garden.

“You’re such a cock-whore. You’ll have to wait; I don’t want to put on a show for the whole street.”

Memphis and I laugh as Noah pouts and rubs up against Saint like a cat.

Knox walks up to me, playfully shoving his older brother out of the way. “Do you want to come and help instead of causing trouble?” He laughs and gives me a quick kiss. Nothing like the one that’s still going on in front of us.