Page 73 of Tying the Knot
“Fuck, that smells divine,” I purr.
“So do you,” Elijah murmurs, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kissing the back of my neck.
I feel his cock digging into me and wiggle my backside enticingly. I’m being a little shit. He has declared that we aren’t going to have sex until my heat hits, which will set off his rut and then we can bang like bunnies for five straight days. I mean, who am I to argue with that? But it’s killing me. The others don’t have as much restraint, but Elijah doesn’t give a flying crap that I’m sleeping with them several times a day. Especially Dylan. He is like a cute little puppy with his youthful enthusiasm. But when he gets nakey, it’s hot and adult in more ways than one. I feel like a porn star goddess the way they all worship me. I cannot wait to get all four of them into my nest together.
“Who’s taking me in tonight?” I ask, dishing out the pot roast after Elijah lets me go. “That wind is freaking me the fuck out, and I don’t want to be alone.” I bite the inside of my lip as three of them jump at the chance, but my gaze finds Elijah’s, questioning him.
“Not me, sweetheart. You won’t tempt me. I’ve got the willpower of a thousand men.”
“He’s not joking, either,” Nik says with a laugh. “I think it’s my turn.”
“We had sex an hour ago,” I point out.
“So?”
I snicker. So indeed. I love this. I love this dynamic. It’s the polar opposite of what I can now see, was the cold atmosphere in the Kensington house. The thought of that makes me sigh.
“What about that house?” I ask, changing the subject abruptly. “I need to decide what to do with it because it’s pissing me off, hanging over me like a turd about to burst and rain shit down all over us.”
“Lovely image,” Nik mutters. “But I’m glad you mention it. It’s yours; it’s paid for, albeit with drug money. Why don’t you give back a bit? Make it a halfway house for those in need?”
I freeze, a slice of beef dangling from the big fork I was using to slice it up. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck!” I fling the beef and fork down before I launch at Nik, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing tightly. “You are a genius. A kind-hearted genius, and you get to have me in your bed tonight for this suggestion! It’s fucking perfect!”
“Yay!” he exclaims, hugging me back fiercely. “I’m glad you like the idea.”
“I love it.”
“Not fucking fair,” Dylan complains.
“You snooze, you lose,” Elijah says, taking over dishing up duty on account of his stomach growling like a fiend. “Let’s go.”
We each pick up our overfilled plates and carry them to the dining room. Kaleb sits next to me so he can feed me morsels. He enjoys feeding me, and I adore it. Again, it’s that goddess thing. Elijah sits on my other side, as close as our elbows will allow, while Nik and Dylan go opposite to play footsie with me.
“I love you all so much,” I blurt out, not having said that word yet, feeling it might be too soon.
Everyone goes still.
I panic. My blood runs cold.
But then Dylan grins. “Thank fuck. We’ve been waiting days for that.”
“Days,” I repeat, shaking my head. “Is this crazy?”
“Love is crazy,” Kaleb says with a shrug and shoves mashed potato into my mouth.
“We love you more than words can express, kitten,” Dylan says. “And that is a fact. We’ve tried.”
I nod as I chew, swallowing quickly. “Good, because I don’t want anything to get in the way of how I picture my future right now.”
“And what is that?” Elijah asks quietly, taking my hand and linking our fingers tightly.
“Us together with a hundred babies running around until we are old and grey, and Dylan has to look after us.”
I throw him a bright smile.
The men laugh at my joke, and I adore them for it.
“Sounds good to me,” Elijah murmurs but then lets me go to feed his face, as do the rest of us.
