Page 107 of Knot My MC
“He’s already hurting from playing against Kiki.” Knox stops in front of them and crosses his arms. “Give him hell.”
My heart squeezes at the familiar words my dad used to say. Unlike the sadness I’ve grown accustomed to, a new sensation blooms within me. Nostalgia? Fondness of a memory? Whatever it is, it’s a hell of a lot better than the depression that’s been riding any mention or thought of my father.
“You got it, boss,” Monica says on her way out, pulling Lor after her.
The door shuts and the air thickens with unspoken questions.
“That went better than I thought,” I hedge, offering them an opening as I stand and grab the box of donuts.
“Yeah?” Crow drums his fingers on his pants as we head toward the apartment.
Knox grabs a sugary treat from the box while we walk. “Do you think you’ll go again?”
“Probably.” I lift a shoulder. “Monica and Lor are great, and I can admit hearing their stories gave me something… I wouldn’t say relief. More like… mutual misery?”
Jag laughs under his breath and unlocks the door, letting us all inside before he shuts it. “Misery does love company, Kiks.”
I set the box of donuts on the counter and take a seat at the table. Knox drops down beside me and offers me a bite. Leaning forward, I stare at him while I take a giant mouthful. His eyes dilate, mind obviously going in the gutter, and he doesn’t seem to realize I ate half his donut until I pull back.
“Hey.”
Shrugging, I smile around my full mouth.
Jag grabs the laptop I’ve been borrowing from Knox off the couch and brings it to the table. “I have something to show you.”
“I’ll see you guys later.” Crow heads to his bedroom and I frown after him. Where’s he going?
The computer emits sharp moans and grunts. I swing my head around and gasp. I left my game open. Fuck. After a stupid amount of miscommunication, I’d finally gotten the characters to the inevitable sex, but I’d been interrupted by the support group. My intention was to finish once I got back.
“What is… Is that an orc?” Jag’s voice rises two octaves.
Oh god.
I refuse to cower. “Yes.”
“Are you watching cosplay porn?” Knox asks with a snort.
“It’s not cosplay.” I take the computer from Jag and roll my eyes. “It’s an animated game.”
“Like the Sims?”
“No, not like…” I trail off. “Fuck. Okay, kind of like the Sims but better because it’s a story. I can still control their fate, but only within the parameters the story offers.” I pause the sex session. I’ll restart it.
“I want to watch,” Jag whines. “Do they talk like the Sims too? In weird combinations of sounds?”
Knox badly imitates the characters from the other game.
“You suck.” I narrow my eyes and stand up, taking the laptop with me.
“Where are you going?” Knox tries and fails to stop chuckling.
It’s honestly endearing to see him so beside himself, but my orc love game and I are offended by their laughter. I head to see what Crow is up to.
“We’re joking, Kiks, come back,” Jag calls after me but when Knox breaks out into a fit of giggles, both of them lose it. “Kiks,” Jag tries again between laughs. “Come back.”
“Maybe later when you can appreciate orc sex!”
“I do appreciate it. I wanted to watch it.”
