Page 50 of Knot My MC
“You met him at a party once; he saved you from that brawl.” Knox stands and grabs her empty plate. He carries both over to the sink before returning for mine and Crow’s. Kiki arches an eyebrow as he goes to wash them, her eyes naturally flitting to mine to askwhat’s that about?
“Crow cooks. Knox cleans.”
“And what do you do?”
“Annoys the shit out of us,” Crow mutters.
“Fuck you.” I flip him off. “I clean the bathrooms.”
“No maids?”
“No one is allowed in our apartment aside from us.” I pause. “Nova was an exception.”
“That’s why the doctor didn’t come in.” She gives the space a skeptical once over. “You’ve never brought chicks here?”
“No,” Knox says sharply.
“Yeah right.” She shakes her head. “I know how MC life works.”
Crow rests his arms on the table and leans forward, strands of his black hair falling across his face. “They’re not allowed here. Ever.”
Kiki stares at him, blue eyes wary. “And how often do you deny them entry?”
“Are you asking how often we’ve fucked other women, Kiks?”
“No,” she snaps. Her attention shifts to the living room. “You still have the same PlayStation?”
One time when Kiren was out of town we’d brought it over to her house and stayed up all night playing racing games. Kiki had to use two whole bottles of super powered deodorizer to get our scents out of her house before her dad got home. That was the only time we went there with her. Most of our time spent together was on the road, at parties, or doing stupid shit that could get us arrested.
“You’re avoiding the question.” I bump my knee against her thigh.
She swings her head in my direction, a line forming between her eyebrows. “So are you.”
“Never,” I admit. A few groupies have tried to come on to us, asking the three of us to take them at the same time, but none of us were interested. They weren’t Kiki. We couldn’t stomach trying to fuck someone else, so we lost ourselves in the thick of the Hell Hounds.
There it is again. A little bit of relief. A little bit of forgiveness. Her eyes lose some of their frustration and she swallows, throat bobbing. What I wouldn’t give to feel her swallow my cock.
Unexpectedly, or probably entirely expectedly given the nature of my thoughts, my scent explodes around us. Years, I’ve been waiting for her for years. Kiki focuses on the TV again but she breathes me in with a sharp inhale, and there’s no missing that damn flush crawling up her neck. Fuck, she’s going to give me a raging case of blue balls.
“I want to play,” she whispers.
“All you had to do was ask.” I reach for her, but she moves away, sliding out of her seat and pointing to the gaming console.
“The racing game, idiot.”
“You know I love it when you insult me.” I smirk at her, standing and stepping close enough to breathe her in. She rushes to the living room. “So eager to play.” My dick is straining against my pants now, begging for her to pay attention to it.
“Screw you, Jag.”
“I wish you would.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and she whirls around, planting her hands on her hips and scowling at me. Her scent fills the room, sweet and needy. Almost too tempting to resist. God, has her perfume always been this strong?
“Stop doing that,” she finally says, waving her hand in my general direction.
I stop far too close to her. She doesn’t budge though, and her tits brush against my chest as she sucks in a sharp breath. “Doing what, Kiks?”
“You know what.”
“Leave her alone.” Crow elbows between us and plants his ass where I had planned to sit.
