Page 66 of Knot My MC
“We’ll be there in a minute.” Jag slams the door in his face, taunts forgotten.
It’s good to know I’m not the only one who was about to alpha-out.
“I’m so hungry.” Oblivious to how each of us are practically vibrating with the need to rush over and scent mark her, Kiki shuffles into the kitchen with a squeaky yawn. She’s completely naked.
It only slightly pains me to admit Rukus would have definitely gotten his ass beat if he had stayed and peeped her like this.
“How are you feeling?” Jag asks.
“Wonderful,” she murmurs with a little grin. “Oh, I love breakfast pizza.” She grabs a slice and takes a big bite. “Mmm.”
Crow bites his lip and covers his smile with his hand. He grew up really poor; most of the time he didn’t have enough food. Taking care of us, cooking meals, baking, keeping our bellies full, that makes him happy. The grin on his face isn’t about that though. Just like the way my fingers curled into fists have nothing to do with anger and everything to do with needing to touch her.
Jag settles his back against the door and watches her like a man starving. Me? I’m out of my seat and on her in less than a second. My arms wrap around her waist, and I rub my cheek over her shoulder, my chest rumbling as she relaxes into my hold.
“I’m too sore,” she warns when my hands inch down her stomach.
I flex my fingers beneath her belly button but relent. Maybe later tonight. “You’re naked,” I say by way of explanation.
“Someone stole my clothes.” She tips her head and looks at me through her eyelashes. “I don’t think they’ll fit you.”
“I like them better on you anyway.” I run my palm up her body, cupping her breast and dropping my mouth to her neck, kissing her mark. I’ll never get tired of seeing it on her.
She hums in approval, jaw working as she finishes the last of her slice of pizza. “Who was at the door?”
“Rukus.”
“Oh.” Her forehead lines with confusion.
“The treasurer.” I pinch her nipple, and she swats my hand. “Then there’s Royce, Marve, and Orlando.”
“Stop it.” She presses her bare ass into my pants, forcing me to take a step back. She slips away before I can grab her. “I need something to wear.”
Crow takes his shirt off with one hand and holds it out to her. Her mouth drops open. Crow’s a big guy, more soft than hard, but even I can admit he looks good. His arms are the most cut with bulging biceps, but there’s still a bit of definition around his torso. Kiki still hasn’t said anything, the sight of her mate rendering her speechless.
I’m only a little jealous that I didn’t think to give her my shirt.
He prowls toward her, much like I had, only his eyes remain on her face. “Take it.”
“I didn’t mean the shirt from your back.” Still, she reaches for it, her delicate fingers closing around the dark cotton material. “Thank you.”
Crow’s gaze drops to her tits, trailing over her body as she slides the top on. So he is an asshole just like me. I cut my attention to Jag, and sure enough he’s been checking her out too. Crow’s shirt fortunately—or unfortunately for my dick—covers her ass and that pretty pussy.
“That’s a damn shame,” I mutter. Jag and Crow grunt in agreement.
“You literally were inside of me in all ways possible. Shouldn’t it be less distracting by now?”
“Angel, if anything, that makes everything worse. I distinctly remember how that cunt clamps around me.”
Her cheeks flame. “Never mind. What did Rukus want?”
Right. There’s a rat to take care of.
“Pest control,” I say.
“Don’t do that.” She places her hands on her hips and glares at me. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. It’s not like Axel went out of his way to hide MC business from me. Dad tried…” She trails off and quickly blinks back tears.
The frenzy of the heat distracted us all from her father’s death. I continue with the conversation, making a point to talk through her struggle to compose herself. If I stop to ask if she is okay, that would be worse. I’m not in the habit of making her cry, at least not when I can prevent it without the threat from Axel looming over us.
