Page 108 of Knot My MC
I scowl and ignore their laughter. I’m not mad at them though. I love this game, and I don’t give a flying fuck what they think. I’m more annoyed that I missed the big moment where the characters kissed for the first time. Jag stole that from me.
Crow’s door is slightly ajar, and I knock softly. “Hey.”
He glances up from the sketch book splayed before him on the desk. “What’s going on with orc sex?”
I sigh. “Jag opened this game I’ve been playing and the characters were finally getting it on. Apparently it’s hilarious.”
Crow’s lips twitch.
“Not you too.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” he says quickly. “But how does that even work? Orcs are big.”
An idea sparks. Something that’ll let me relive the glory moment and make Knox and Jag regret laughing at my game. “Want to watch with me?” I step inside his room and close the door with an evil grin.
His eyes light with mischief and he snaps the sketch book shut. “Fuck yes.”
“What are you drawing?”
Hesitating, his fingers run over the edge of the notebook.
“You don’t have to show me, I’m only curious.”
“Promise not to laugh?”
“Of course I won’t laugh.” I shake my head. “Unlike those guys out there, I’m not an asshole.”
He snorts. “They are assholes, aren’t they?” The question is teasing and affectionate.
“The biggest.” I nod and shuffle toward the desk. “So…”
Chewing on his lip, he gingerly opens the sketchpad and turns it toward me. I set the computer down and lean over the table. His lines are precise and clean; like he’s practiced for years to draw without needing to erase and start over. The first picture is of a girl sitting at a half-drawn picnic table. She’s holding a cookie, and her long hair is fluttering in the wind. He’s left off the rest of the setting but it’s intentional. All of the focus is on her.
“That was the night we had to leave you,” he whispers. He turns the page, and the same girl—me—is sitting on a motorcycle, beaming as she wraps her arms around the rider. “This is when you got shit faced and Knox drove you home and snuck you inside.” He brushes his fingers over my smile. “I’d never seen you so goofy.”
He turns the page again. A drawing of me staring up at the sky. A few portraits of me in different poses. The images shift for a while, drawings of me in made up scenarios, then there’s one of me standing before the guys outside of the auction house, face pinched in anger. I swallow at the memory and look at the next one. Me sitting on the dock. Me snuggling against Knox that night we watched the dragon show. Page after page, Crow shows me his heart.
My breath catches when he rifles through the book and shows me one where I’m sitting on the edge of a waterfall of stars.
“You were always in my dreams.”
“Crow,” I choke out.
He tips his head to look up at me. “Do you like them?”
“Like them?” I pinch my eyebrows together and shake my head. “Crow, I love them. I don’t know what to say.”
His eyes shine with pride and he sits back in his seat, tugging me into his lap and burying his head against my neck. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, kissing my throat as I sniff and battle tears of happiness. “Do you want to watch porn with me?”
A startle laugh bursts out of me. “You’re only trying to distract me from how fucking wonderful this sketchbook is.”
“Maybe.” He kisses my chin. “Do the orcs have green cocks?” His question is curious, not judgmental.
I relax into his hold and swipe at my damp cheeks. “I think so. This is my first time doing an orc storyline.”
“Huh.” His arms wrap around me. “I showed you mine. Show me yours.”
“My game can’t even compare—”
