Page 90 of Knot My MC
I have a few good ideas, one in particular I think Crow and Knox would like. Picking up my cards, I nod at him and organize them. He stretches out his leg and rests it against mine. The touch is comforting and somehow everything I need in this moment.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
KIKI
The bacon snaps and sizzles, bursts of hot grease popping into the air. Jag hisses in pain and glares at me. I’m perched on the counter, getting a very big eyeful of his birthday suit. The bacon pops again, this time the fatty liquid hits dangerously low. He growls and gives me an even angrier look. I stifle a giggle and shrug.
“You’re the one who underestimated my poker skills.”
“Maybe, but cooking bacon nude? That’s fucked up, Kiks, even for me.”
“Well, first of all, I just said you had to stay naked for the rest of the night. You’re the one who decided to make BLTs.” I shake my head. “You only have yourself to blame.”
“BLTs are classic, so forgive me for wanting to make something everyone would enjoy.” Another pop of grease. He jumps back and drops the tongs. “Fuck.”
“Are you sure this isn’t the easiest thing to make, something that’s almost virtually impossible to mess up.” I frown at the pan. “Unless you burn the bacon because you’re being a chicken shit about a little hot grease.”
He scoffs. “A little?”
The front door slams closed, and I arch my eyebrows at Jag, daring him to try and hide. I won the game, and he agreed to be completely naked until we all went to sleep. If he hides, he breaks the terms and that means I get to pick an even worse punishment.
Crow and Knox walk into the kitchen, eyes finding me first. Knox heads toward me, completely ignoring Jag, but Crow sniffs the air and turns toward the stove. A few emotions pass over his face: surprise, disgust, and finally incredulity.
“What the hell?” Crow shakes his head and looks at me. “Was this your idea?
“Maybe.”
Knox sweeps me into his arms, still ignoring Jag, and kisses up my neck. “God, I missed you.”
A grin tugs at my lips, and I melt into his arms. “You weren’t gone that long. How’d the meeting go?”
The McGraths—or the Irish—are who the guys get their guns from. Losing that connection would be a fatal blow to Hell Hounds business.
“Good.” Knox kisses me then leans back, cupping my face in his hands. “We’re all good. They were a little upset, but we assured them we’re handling it. Since we’ve been loyal clients for years, they trust us to do what’s right.” His thumbs caress my cheeks. “And what sounds right to me is taking you back to the bedroom—”
“Dinner is almost ready and Jag worked so hard on it.” I gesture to where the naked alpha stands, pulling bacon out of the pan with a fresh pair of tongs.
Knox finally glances over his shoulder, and a laugh bursts out of him, full and hearty. I love it when he laughs.
“I don’t want to hear shit from you two,” Jag mutters, grabbing the tomatoes and slicing them into perfect pieces for the sandwiches. “This is between me and Kiks.”
“Considering we can all see… everything, I’d say it’s between all of us.” Crow meanders over and nudges Knox out of the way. “What did he do?”
“I didn’t do shit,” Jag quickly defends.
“He lost a bet is all.” I wrap my hands around Crow’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. “The bacon was his idea.”
“I told you, this meal is a classic.”
Crow chuckles against my lips. “You’re devious,” he whispers, running his finger over the tattoo on my arm.
“Please, this is nothing.” I roll my eyes and slide off the counter. “Let’s help him carry the food to the table. Can’t risk getting pubes everywhere.”
“I think the time to worry about pubes has come and gone, Angel.” Knox’s forehead lines. “Is this safe to eat?”
Crow covers a laugh with his hand and grabs the bread and lettuce. I find some plates for us while Jag finishes the tomatoes.
“Laugh it up, assholes. One of these days I’ll come home to you naked and I’ll remember how you all made fun of me.”
