Can't Control

Chapter 12: Mine

Samara's POV

The Knights of Ren arrived back in town on Wednesday, but I opted to head home after working at the gym that day. Some of my bruises had faded to a dull yellow or brown by then, except for the ones on my nose and head that were more prominent, and my small cuts and scrapes were mostly healed, but my lower back was still in a lot of pain. It had barely gotten better since Saturday. As much as I wanted to spend time with them, I knew I'd have to explain why I was limping, and there was no way I could do any kind of cardio right now. Lynn stayed the night with Cardo on Wednesday, and she'd packed an overnight bag with her since she had to work on Thursday. Nothing had happened to the apartment after receiving that creepy text, so we had been comfortable enough sleeping there again.

Since Lynn was gone on Thursday morning, I had to let Myers into the apartment to check up on what had been fixed, and I had almost been late to work. I still hadn't noticed anything wrong with the apartment at all, and I was getting irritated with him coming by every few days, even if Lynn was the one that was letting him inside more often than me. But on the bright side, I had time to train with the Knights of Ren at the gym on Thursday after work. Even though I was still a little bit sore, I wanted to spend more time with them, since I hadn't gotten to see them for over a week.

After work, I changed into my gym attire in the locker room, and I headed to their training room in the back. I had on my typical cropped hoody that I liked wearing to work out, since I didn't have any bruising on my mid-section from Saturday, but I was wearing black leggings, which wasn't something I wore for training; I always wore shorts. I'd purposefully worn these while working at the front desk today, so that I had an excuse to wear them while working out with the Knights. My legs still had some yellow bruising on my knees and my calves, and I didn't want the Knights to ask about it. I figured my only option right now was to leave my legs covered until they were finally healed. I also put some foundation on my face where my bruising was situated to try to hide it. I only ever wore eye makeup, and I was hoping the Knights would be just like every other man and not comment or notice anything different.

Unfortunately, I was still limping a little when I went to knock on the Knights' door. I'd have to really try my best to walk normally when I was in there with them. Trudgen opened the door with a huge smile and pulled me inside into a warm embrace. He was sweaty and smelled like the octagon, and I found it so arousing. I could've melted into his arms had I not been trying to hold back my small cry in pain when he squeezed me. I squeezed him back tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Trudgen took it a step further and gave me a heavy kiss on the lips. "I've missed you, Schatz."

I wanted to cry tears of joy just seeing him and all of the Knights of Ren. They all came back safely and didn't look to have any injuries this time. "I've missed you too." He took my hand as we walked over to the high-top tables in their small kitchen area. His hand was comforting, as it gave me some extra stability so I wasn't limping at all; I was just walking a bit slower than normal.

Kylo and Vicrul were sparring in the octagon, and Ushar was in there with them too. It looked like they were showing Ushar some new hand-to-hand combat techniques; they'd pause during a movement and Kylo and Vic would look to Ushar and explain. Kuruk and Cardo were lifting on the squat rack near the back, and Ap'lek was practicing combinations on one of the weighted bags.

When Kylo saw me near the high-tops with Trudgen, he stopped abruptly and spoke to Ushar and Vicrul, who both looked over and waved. I waved back, and they started sparring, but Kylo walked out of the octagon to come over to us. He was sweaty and his muscles were glistening. He smelled like the mats in the octagon, just like Trudgen, and I loved it. When he kissed me, it was very different than I had expected inside the gym; he brought hand up to my face as his lips crashed against mine, pushing aside my hair and sliding his fingers through to the back of my neck. I felt his tongue part my lips, and I gladly obliged. I was just surprised that his kiss was so dominant in the gym and in front of the other Knights, even if they weren't all paying attention.