Page 59 of Knot My MC
“Hey, you kissed her first.”
“Three years ago.”
I shrug. “Still.”
“Fuck both of you.” Jag watches her until she disappears into the bathroom. “She’s riding home with me.”
“Good,” Knox and I say at the same time. Let her mark him like she did us.
“We made a lot of progress today.” Jag starts shredding a napkin. “But that doesn’t mean we stop trying to make up for leaving her.”
Knox nods. “I have every intention of making it up to her in every way I can.”
“Same,” I say. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
And that just might be enough.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
KIKI
My hands tremble under the cold water pouring from the faucet. Their teasing is too much to handle. The three of them staring at me sent my mind straight to the gutter and I had to get out of there before my desire ran rampant through the diner.
We stayed out in the sun too long. I’m so hot. My skin is warm to the touch and my neck and cheeks are still flushed. A deep, needing ache pulses within my core and all I can think about is one—or all—of them inside of me. A cramp rocks through me and I gasp, gripping the edge of the worn porcelain sink. My thong is drenched in anticipation. Thank fuck my shorts are dark.
A woman pushes through the door, stumbling to a stop when she sees me. I’m acutely aware of how strong my scent is right now; the typical vanilla perfume is peppered with hints of rose.
The woman pinches her nose shut. “Oh my god. Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth, wrenching the faucet off. “Just hungry.” My hands shake and I shove them behind my back.
“Oh, hun. My sister is an omega.” Her voice sounds ridiculous with her nose plugged. “You need your pack, sweetie. Are they here?”
This is embarrassing.
I’m going into heat in a fucking diner.
“They’re waiting for me in the car,” I lie. “I don’t need help.”
Sure you don’t,her expression says. “Okay then.” She leaves the bathroom, completely forgetting she needed to go in her rush to get out.
Dammit. I can’t go back to the booth. Not like this. I don’t have a phone to message the guys with. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Get it together, Kiki.” My core pulses again, drenching my panties with slick. I run out of the bathroom, making a beeline for the exit before too much of my scent can flood the restaurant. As the heavy glass door starts to close behind me, one of the guys shouts my name. I make it to the bikes right as the guys burst out of the restaurant. With trembling hands, I grasp the handle of Jag’s bike and get on.
“What happened?” Knox makes it to me first. The moment my scent hits him, his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate. “You’re in heat.”
“Not fully there yet,” I grind out through another cramp. Soon though, and that explains all my erratic reactions. Pre-heat floods the body with hormones and can make an omega a touch more sensitive depending on the situation.
Knox grabs me around the waist and pulls me off the bike, enveloping me in his arms. His hands run over my body and I hum in appreciation. The simple touch relieves some of the ache.
“Kiks, what’s—” Jag inhales, and his body goes rigid. “Fuck, that smells good.”
Crow, the most rational of us all, says, “We need to go home.”
No. Not home. I need somewhere safe for all of us. Somewhere that’s protected and enclosed; somewhere that’s only ours.
“Nest,” I rasp as Knox’s fingers move dangerously close to my cunt.
