Page 85 of Knot My MC
Axel’s grip tightens on my hip, painful and warning. “Smile for the camera, Kiki.”
“We have to go, Kiks.” Jag’s voice calls me back to the present.
Dad yanked me out of Axel’s hold and dragged me over to help finish cooking. Axel had no good reason to protest, and he let me go as if he hadn’t been squeezing me hard enough to bruise. I rip the picture into tiny pieces, throwing them on the floor and grabbing the can. Tipping the container all the way up, I pour the last of the fuel on the remnants of another memory ruined by Axel.
“What was that?” Jag asks.
I lift my gaze to meet his. “Something I wish I didn’t remember.”
His eyes darken. “Axel?”
“Yeah,” I rasp, vulnerability lining my face.
Knox honks.
“Time’s up.” Jag grasps my hand and pulls me toward the door. Once we’re on the porch, he releases me and takes the box of matches from his pocket and hands them to me.
I slide the little tray out and grab a match, backing down the steps until I’m far enough away to avoid the flames.
Jag joins me and nods. “This is only the beginning.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, I strike the red tip against the side of the box and throw the match. The orange spark of fire flickers as the wooden stick turns end over end, arching through the air and passing the door. I take another step back. Jag doesn’t though, his eyes are riveted on the house. The match drops toward the floor and the gasoline we spread immediately catches fire in a giant whoosh of heat and light. I shield my face and reach for Jag.
“Come on.”
He resists my hold. “One more second.” He closes his eyes, soaking up the warmth and sighing like he’s discovered the best way to relax. I turn toward the flames and do the same. Heat brushes against my skin, and I find comfort in knowing we’ve just taken two things Axel cherishes. His money and his safe haven.
What comes next will be worse.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
KIKI
We get back to the house, and I wrinkle my nose as we climb out of the car. I didn’t mind the smell on the ride because I knew exactly what we were in for, but now that the job is over, it’s overwhelming. The guys carry the cash into the house, tucking it away in the back of my closet. Dad has the bigger shower, but I can’t bring myself to suggest we all use it. That’s too weird.
“I’ll use my bathroom,” I tell them as I perch on the edge of my king size bed. “There’s another in Dad’s room and one in the hallway bathroom.”
Knox rips his shirt off, revealing washboard abs and tanned skin that makes my mouth water. “Have fun with your hands,” he says to Jag and Crow before pushing his way between my legs. I tip my head back and his hand comes to cup my chin. His pupils are dilated, and he brushes his thumb over my lip. “She’s mine tonight.”
My throat and mouth go dry, and I dash my tongue out to wet my lips, inadvertently licking the tip of him. He purrs and presses his thumb between my lips. I suck on it, caressing his skin with my finger while I stare at him through my eyelashes.
“Sharing is—”
“Get out,” he interrupts Jag. “You can both have your turn another night.” They grumble but leave us. One of them shuts the door behind them. Knox’s other hand finds my hair, stroking and smoothing. “Take your clothes off, Angel.” Slowly, he pulls his finger from my mouth and steps back, reaching to undo his jeans.
I quickly tug my shirt and bra off, tossing them into the laundry basket near the closet. I stand and start to take my comfy pants off, but Knox appears and bats my hands away, lips brushing over mine.
“On second thought, let me help you.” He sinks to his knees and tugs my pants and thong off, fingers coasting over my skin and leaving a trail of heat. He kisses my hip, wrapping his hands around me and grabbing two handfuls of ass.
My chest heaves, and my thighs press together. His arousal perfumes the air with leather and musk, and I inhale it with a breathy sigh. Knox is always so unaffected by things, it’s nice to know how much of an impact I have on him.
“We should shower first,” I tell him, but he growls at the suggestion. “I smell like gas.”
He runs his nose over my cunt, kneading my ass. “You smell fucking delicious.” He licks up my slit, humming in approval when my hands fall to his shoulders as I struggle to stay standing. He teases me a bit more before pulling back. “Sit on the mattress.”
I step back and drop onto the bed, spreading my legs for him. His eyes flare with desire as he takes me in, crawling toward me until his face is mere inches from my center. There’s a brief pause where he simply gazes at me with wonder, attention moving over every inch of exposed skin until his eyes meet mine.
“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?”
