Page 49 of Knot My MC
On cue, my stomach makes a god awful sound. My digestive system has never been quiet, and it’s always been embarrassing. Crow’s lips twitch a little.
“Not a word.” I head to the table and sit down. I’m notthatstubborn.
He heads back to the stove to prepare the other plates. By the time Knox and Jag get back, their plates are on the table and Crow is sitting across from me. I’m halfway through my toast and eggs. The semi-burned bacon is begging for attention but I’m saving the best for last. I’ve had midnight breakfast with them a few dozen times, usually after a night of debauchery.
I missed Crow’s cooking. There’s something special about it.
Lifting my gaze from the food, I wrinkle my nose. Her scent is all over them, and I hate it. The two of them stop before they reach the table and take in my displeasure.
“We’ll go shower.” Knox pulls Jag down the hall.
“Do you like the food?” Crow asks once they’re gone.
“It’s good.” It’s amazing, but I’m not quite ready to compliment him yet. “So you still cook.”
Crow nods. “Never stopped. No one likes my cookies as much as you, though.”
What am I supposed to say to that? I’m at a loss, so I focus on eating. Silence never bothered Crow like it does Jag, so he simply sits next to me, keeping me company.
“I’m so hungry,” Jag says a few minutes later, bursting into the kitchen with dripping wet hair. Knox follows after him, his shorter hair not quite as wet. The two of them don’t smell like her anymore, but there’s traces of her scent lingering in the air that I’m pointedly ignoring.
“What did the doctor say?” Crow asks once the guys sit at the table.
I knew it was small, but I hadn’t realized exactly how tiny the damn table was until now. They form a semi-circle around me, and like an idiot, I picked the spot near the corner so I’m somewhat caged in. Jag’s leg brushes against mine and butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“Sorry,” he says before taking a drink of water. It’s a sin to have coffee with midnight breakfast.
“She’ll be fine. She needs to come down and detox. He’s going to do a full examination once she’s in the right state of mind.” Knox takes a bite of the bacon and hums. “I love it extra crispy.”
So do I. I finish my toast and grab the first piece of bacon.
“Maybe she can stay with Rita.”
I don’t know who that is and a sudden spike of jealousy floods through me. There’s so much I don’t know about them now… are there other women? Once again, my scent blooms through the room, betraying me and letting them know I’m annoyed.
One of them purrs, a deep, husky rumbling that makes my core clench. I lift my gaze from my plate to see all three of them staring at me, eyes lit with intrigue.
“Don’t read into it.” I take an aggressive bite of my bacon.
Jag’s leg brushes mine again. “Rita’s mate is in the club.”
And as simple as that, the possessiveness subsides and I breathe a little easier. We eat for a bit in silence; my little display hangs over me like a dark storm cloud. I eat my bacon but don’t enjoy it as much as I should.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like a damn fool.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
JAG
Her jealousy is a welcome bitterness. I’m a bastard for savoring the taste of it and relishing the way her cheeks flame with embarrassment when she realizes the three of us very much like her little possessive display. It means something, and I cling to the hope it inspires. She’s sitting at our table fuming at the mere mention of another. It would be fucked up to continue provoking her, but I love knowing she would be pissed if we had someone else. We don’t. We never have.
She hasn’t moved her leg from mine again. I had expected her to jerk away like she did the first time. A couple times I swear she pushes her thigh into my knee, but the pressure is gone before I can be sure. My instincts are telling me to toss her over my shoulder and throw her on the bed.
An image of Kiki laid out on the bed with my face between her thighs has my dick hardening. Her perfume has always been like crack to me, but something tells me as soon as I make her come, that scent is going to fuck my life up. I won’t be able to live without it. Another reason to hold myself back while Kiki realizes what she wants.
Our collision is inevitable. I’ve always known it. Knox has sworn she was our omega since we were teenagers. Crow sketches pictures of Kiki in his little drawing pad. He’d be pissed if he realized I know what he spends so much time drawing. We built a damn nest for her even though we weren’t sure she’d ever actually be ours.Consumes. That’s what Kiki does to us. She consumes our minds and hearts.
“Who was Kody again?” she finally asks.
