Page 78 of Knot My MC
I don’t want to stay in this house alone.
Turning off the burner, I grab the boiling pot and dump the noodles into the cauldron, keeping my head out of the way of the steam. The meal is nothing fancy. I found some frozen ground beef and dad always kept tomato sauce and paste on hand. Finding two bottles of wine in the liquor cabinet is the only reason the sauce is any good. The timer for the garlic bread—leftover white bread covered in butter and garlic salt—beeps and Jag comes over to grab that while I take four bowls from the cabinet.
“It smells good, Kiks.” He bends over, and I do my best not to stare at his ass.
Maybe I take a tiny peek.
There’s something about men with nice butts. Crow’s butt is bigger, but he’s larger than Jag to begin with. Jag’s is perky and while not huge, there’s definitely definition that I can appreciate. Knox’s isn’t half bad either.
“Are you objectifying me?” Jag straightens and sets the pan on the towel I laid out earlier.
I quickly avert my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The drawer for the utensils sticks and my cheeks burn as he comes to stand beside me.
“This,” he brushes his knuckle over my cheek, “is my new favorite thing.”
“Stop,” I whisper, yanking on the drawer again. This time instead of sticking, it flies out. “Shit.” I catch it in time to avoid disaster and shoot Jag a warning look. “Not a word.”
He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth.
I almost liked it better when they were actively trying to earn my forgiveness. Now that we’ve reconciled, they’re back to tormenting me. I kind of love it.
“What’s this, Kiks?” He lightly tugs on the necklace I reclaimed from the shelf in the nest.
“It’s mine.” I glance at him. “You guys are creeps, you know that, right?”
He shrugs. “You’re not mad?”
“No.” I wrinkle my nose. “It’s strangely endearing, and I’m pretty happy my things aren’t actually lost. How did you get them anyway?”
“We were always with you.” Jag wraps his arms around me. “We were always watching.”
“Definitely creepy,” I say with a little grin, tipping my head to the side. “Like next level Edward watching Bella.”
He tightens his hold. “Did you just compare us, bad ass bikers, to the sparkling vampire?”
“If the boot fits.” I lean into him. “Maybe later we can bedazzle your cock.”
Purring, he teases his teeth over my mate mark. “With your mouth?”
Maybe.
“We need to eat.” I swat his arms and extract myself from his grip.
Knox yawns as he enters the kitchen, oblivious to the way my body is coiled tight from Jag’s teasing. “I’m so hungry. How can I help?”
“You can grab the drinks,” I say to Knox. “I’ve got the bowls.”
“Guess that means I’ll bring the sauce and noodles. Don’t worry, fellas, let the muscles take care of the heavy stuff.” Crow cracks a shit-eating grin and rifles through the cabinets until he finds the one with the giant bowls.
“You take care of the sauce. I’ll make sure to give the chef our thanks.” Jag winks at me and drops his gaze down my body. “Maybe dinner can wait.”
“No,” Knox snaps and sets the final glass on the counter.
I scrunch my eyebrows together. “That was rude.” I push past him and set the bowls at each spot, avoiding using the head of the table. That’s Dad’s spot.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” Knox carries the cups to the table. “There’s something we have to talk about.”
“I swear if you’re breaking up—”
