Page 57 of Knot My MC
“We need food.” Crow stands and offers me his hand. “Ride with me?”
I turn to check with Knox, but he’s already heading toward his bike. I bite my cheek, hating that I’m frustrated he didn’t fight to keep me to himself. Then, as if my thoughts were projected into his mind, he turns and walks backward.
“I don’t mind sharing, Angel, but if you want me to keep you for the day, all you have to do is say so.” His eyes move to Crow, and he nods, letting his friend know that whatever I say goes.
My chest tightens. “I’ll ride with Crow.”
A flash of disappointment washes over his face, but it’s there and gone before I can react to it. I didn’t want to hurt Crow’s feelings, but I also don’t want Knox to feel rejected. Part of me wonders if I should hop on Jag’s bike since he has no stake in this, but when I glance back at him, he’s watching me too. Fuck. They all want me to ride with them.
“It’s okay,” Jag says. “Ride with Crow. I won’t be a sore loser.”
“You’re not a loser.”
He smirks. “I know, Kiks. I’ll get my time with you soon enough.” His eyes darken with the promise of pleasure. My cheeks flame again and Crow wraps his arm around me and his mouth finds the shell of my ear.
“The blushing is new,” he purrs. “What’s going on in that filthy mind of yours?”
I place my hand on his chest and push him back slightly. “Nothing.”
“You’re a bad liar, Kiki Malone.”
“You’re an asshat, Crow De Luca.”
He moves his arm and catches my hand, pulling me toward his bike. I grab my helmet from Knox as we pass and hand him the bag. He slides it onto his back, casting his attention in my direction as I climb on the bike behind Crow. I put on my helmet and flip off Knox. His eyes shine and a smile I haven’t seen for years cuts across his face, the sight of it enough to steal my breath.
I missed them so much. Now that we talked about what happened and I decided to let go of my hurt, I can truly enjoy basking in their presence. Crow slips his fingers around the back of my knees and pulls me closer, forcing my core against his bubble butt. I squirm, and he tickles me a little. I grab a lock of his dark hair and twist it.
“Don’t do that.”
He holds out his hands to show he’s done. I release his hair but stay right where he put me. What? His ass is comfortable and this position accomplishes what I had planned to do anyway: mark him with my scent.
CHAPTERTWENTY
CROW
Her sweet pussy is pressed right up against me and it’s taking all my willpower to keep the bike on the road. The death grip I have on the handlebars helps too. Every dip and swerve in the road slides her body over mine, and I torture myself with what it would be like to have her cunt wrapped around my cock. She said she wanted our knots. She wanted to be claimed. She wanted us to rut into her. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. Her hands are clasped low on my belly. I intentionally take a turn a little too tight and her hands jostle with the movement, brushing over my erection.
Her fingers hesitate on my length, tightening ever so slightly before she moves her hands back to where they were. My dick strains against my jeans in protest, and I grind my jaw. Maybe I should have let her stay with Knox, but I wanted her wrapped around me, rubbing her scent all over me like she had with him.
It was clear when we got to the pond what she’d done. None of us commented on it because we don’t care. Just like she wants to mark us as hers, I want to fill her up with cum until it’s dripping between her thighs and coating her skin. I want her drenched in sweat and whimpering for more. I want those lips to beg to suck me off. That’s the only thing that’ll truly satisfy me.
That’s all I want.
We roll up to our favorite roadside diner. Betty’s is a hidden gem. Most high packs refuse to step foot in a place like this, which is fine by me. Betty’s has the best chicken fried steak and eggs. The high packs can keep their avocado toast bullshit.
I leave the bike on for a minute, pushing back against Kiki as I set the stand down. Her legs squeeze a little. Is she trying to stop me or ask for more? I cut the bike and take my helmet off, checking over my shoulder. That damn flush is going to be my undoing. It makes her look innocent, and I know she’s far from it. I’ve never had her in the way I want. I ache for her in a way that’s probably not healthy.
* * *
Kiki’s scent covers me and nothing has ever made me happier. She is studying the menu, chewing on her bottom lip. The guys and I pretend to look too. We’ve been here enough that we know exactly what we want. She finally lifts her gaze and flicks it around the table.
“I think I want the chicken fried steak and eggs.”
“You’re trying to steal my heart, aren’t you?” I take her menu and set it on the edge of the table. The waitress who has been hanging around behind the counter heads in our direction.
Kiki is looking at me with a line of confusion between her eyebrows, but Jag makes some stupid joke and distracts her. Knox kicks my shin and I glare at him. He wants me to back off. I probably should. I can still feel the way her body pressed against mine on the ride over here. No way in hell am I backing off.
“What can I getcha?”
