Page 88 of Knot My MC
“Play with yourself while we fuck you.”
I can’t respond to him, but I lift my hips a little, creating the space I need to place the teaser over my clit. The toy vibrates and Crow sucks in a sharp breath. I immediately turn it off and glance at him, but he shakes his head and turns it back on. Understanding washes over me, and I smile a little.
He can feel it too.
Without an ounce of shame, I turn the toy on high. He clenches his legs and thrusts into me. Jag grabs my breasts, working in and out of my ass while we find a rhythm that’s perfect for the three of us. Knox’s heavy pants match ours, fist pumping up and down his length as he’s forced to sit and watch his friends have their way with me.
Together, we chase the same high. We tease and touch and kiss and fuck, becoming one and riding out each wave of pleasure until the final crash pulls us all under and we sink into it.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
KIKI
Eventually we all fall apart and get serious about coffee and breakfast. Crow cooks fried eggs, bacon, and crispy potatoes. He portions everything onto four plates while Jag snatches the freshly toasted bread from the toaster.
“If you guys ever want a cooking lesson…” He trails off and grabs the butter. “I’d be happy to oblige. It took years to perfect my toasting game, but with the right amount of practice, you guys might do all right.”
Crow gives him a bored look. “Should I just leave dinner to you then?”
“I wouldn’t want to show you up.” Jag slathers the first piece with butter.
“No, please, I’d love to see what you can do. Show us what all those years of practice can do.” Crow places equal amounts of bacon on every plate. “Besides, Knox and I have that meeting with the McGraths. I may not get back in time to cook.”
Jag aggressively slides the knife over the butter. “I’ll make dinner, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Maybe we should order in,” Knox says with a frown.
“Are you doubting my skills?” Jag lifts his gaze to meet his friends, scowling. “I can cook.”
“I know you can cook. Whether or not it’s edible is another thing.”
“You’re a dick,Prez.”
Knox slides his attention to me. “I’m trusting you to supervise.”
“I’ll do my best.” I grab the orange juice from the fridge and fill up four cups. “What’s the meeting with the McGraths about?”
Should I have asked that question?
“Jimmy hacked into all of our shit. We need to smooth over any worries they might have and let them know we’re handling the threat,” Knox answers without hesitation.
Good. It would’ve been awkward if they weren’t willing to talk to me about MC stuff. I’m still getting used to their blatant honesty, but that’s how things have to be for this to work. Just like I can’t hide things from them.
“They may be going to work, but I’m spending the day with you.” Jag finishes up with the toast. “Maybe we can find a crime to commit?” His smile is all wicked intent and daring.
“No trouble,” Knox says. “We don’t need you two getting arrested. You hear me?”
Jag pouts but nods. “Fine.”
We eat around the kitchen table. Dad’s seat is pointedly vacant and the guys do their best to distract me with conversation when they catch my gaze lingering on the worn wood. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to that spot being empty.
But I don’t feel so alone now that I have a pack. The guys are my family. I don’t know that Dad would appreciate who I’ve claimed as a pack, but he would be happy knowing I found one that would treat me right.
* * *
“Scrabble, Cards Against Humanity, Pictionary, or Stratego.” Jag grabs a pack of cards. “Or I can kick your ass in poker.”
“You can try.” I stand from the couch and turn off the TV. The show we’d been watching got boring and since we’re under strict orders to behave, we’ve resorted to playing games. Not that I mind; game night used to be my favorite. It’s when Dad was just… a father and not the VP.
