Page 51 of Knot My MC
Kiki recovers from our little standoff and safely tucks herself into the corner of the couch. I take the other corner, glaring at Crow who stretches out in the middle seat like a king. The tap in the kitchen turns off and Knox joins us, grabbing the remotes we all managed to forget and handing one to Kiki. He takes the other and turns on the TV.
“Try not to wreck your car,” he tells her.
“Try not to be a dick.”
He chuckles. “It’s good to have you back, Wrecker.”
“Don’t call me that,” she says while the game loads. “I’m not part of that MC anymore.”
“What should I call you then?” He stares at the screen while he waits for her answer, pretending not to be interested.
Kiki doesn’t answer. They load the two player game, picking out cars and selecting names. Kiki picks Angel and all three of us burst out laughing.
“It’s not that funny,” she growls.
Knox gives her a wicked grin. “You’re no angel, baby. But we’ll be your devils if you let us.”
At first she doesn’t respond. Her gaze travels around the room, heavy like the tension making itself at home in the air between us. The longer she goes without saying anything, the more the hope sprouting within me wilts.
Her features harden, something within her deciding we’re not worthy. “Shut up and race.”
* * *
Knox and Crow are on their third round of a race. Kiki and I lost, and they’ve been battling for the win. I glance over at her, watching her eyelids droop. She must be exhausted. Her head drops forward and she startles awake. I quickly avert my gaze, pretending I wasn’t paying attention. I wait a few minutes and look back over. She’s passed out.
“Fuck you,” Crow whispers as Knox is crowned winner.
“This is my game.” Knox sets the controller down and glances at her. “We should put her in a bed. Her neck will be sore in the morning if she stays on the couch.”
“I’ll do it.” I stand and scoop her up before either of them can protest. Neither of them are brave enough to fight me over it either. Good. Kiki mumbles into my shoulder but doesn’t try to push me away. For all the hardness of her personality, she’s soft in my arms. I cradle her a little closer and use my foot to push my door open.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs, keeping her eyes closed.
“Putting you to bed.” I gaze down at her. “I thought maybe I’d snuggle with you.”
She shakes her head.
Disappointment floods me but I nod in understanding. She’s not ready. That’s okay. I’ve waited years for her, what’s another few days? Slowly, I lower her to the bed. She hums in approval and pulls the blankets around her. My cock jerks when she burrows into my comforter and takes a deep breath.
“Smells like memories,” she mumbles, still half asleep.
“I’m sorry we left you.” I cover her toes with the blanket and run my hand over her leg. Soft snores fill the room, and I bite back a smile. Kiki Malone snores.
And it doesn’t bother me one bit.
I watch her sleep for a few seconds then force myself to leave the room. She’s safe now. She’s exactly where she should be. Home.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
KIKI
Soft sunlight filters through the small gap in Jag’s black out curtains, casting a buttery warmth about the room. Last night I hadn’t taken time to appreciate the ambiance, but this morning, the dark grayish blue colored walls and white trim are comforting. Peaceful despite the intensity of the darker color and the turbulent emotions within me.
What happened early this morning was confusing. Things had been… strange. One minute I was rabid with anger because that omega was on the couch, the next I felt bad for her. Then when they went to carry her out of the room, I went back to that same untamable anger. Midnight breakfast seemed to help most of my sour mood. Once we started playing the game, I forgot about all the strange tension between us. It almost felt normal.
Almost, but not quiet. I pretended not to notice when their gazes lingered on me, pretended not to care when Crow shifted on the couch and our thighs pressed together. I also pointedly ignored the raging hard on Jag was sporting. He liked my jealousy. I think they all did. My core pulses, a deep ache pulling a groan from my throat. I cannot be sweating over these guys. No way.
Even if they are charming as hell, I have to be strong. They’re so… so… hot? Funny? Dare I say, horny? My lips kick up. For a moment, I had enjoyed their reaction to my crazed state. Reality wasn’t kind enough to let me forget everything that had happened between us. If the bitch had only given me a few more minutes, the morning would have played out a little different.
