“Shut up, asshole,” I reply. My comment doesn’t hold much bite because he’s right, I’m horny as hell and I have no clue how long it’ll be before I can take care of my not-so-little problem.
“Oh, she’s already got you twisted in knots. This is gonna be good!” he says, laughing so hard he’s doubled over. “Knox is in knots!” I smirk at his pun as I grab the eggs and a few steaks. I think she needs protein to help her heal. I don’t really give a flying fuck if she bears a few scars from her time with the assholes, but I’m sure it bothers her, so if I can help her rebuild her strength, I’ll do it.
“Who’s in knots?” Snow questions as he walks into the kitchen. I snarl but Thian continues to laugh as he fills first Snow and then Gray, who was right behind him, in on my current predicament. When both of them join in on the laughter, I growl, which has them laughing even harder. Jesus H. Christ, I’m surrounded by buffoons and comedians.
“Y’all shut the fuck up already,” I grind out. I mean, since when does my sex life or lack thereof warrant the hilarity that currently fills the kitchen? I’m a mean motherfucker, for fuck’s sake!
“I’ve heard that when men go without, they get sensitive like this,” Gray states, pointing at me. I promptly flip him off and he grins at me. It’s a good thing I like him because removing his head from his body is running through my brain right now. “We need to meet, Knox. Just heard from Wooly and Mammoth and that Roberts guy got away.”
“Motherfucker!” I yell. How is my mate supposed to feel safe if this douche is still alive?
“Pidge was able to put a tracker on his vehicle and Aces has already found where he’s staying. We need to get some cameras there and watch him so we know his routine, then strike.”
I sigh, knowing that he’s probably right. I’m normally more level-headed than this, but knowing that my mate is mere rooms away from me has me all twisted up. “Let’s do it then. We need to shut his operation down before he has the chance to kidnap more women and get it going again.”
“Agreed,” Thian says, all his previous hilarity now gone as we discuss what needs to be done to ensure that this fucker ends up six feet under, with his head removed from his body. “Do we know what kind of shifter he is? Maybe we can get someone close to him that way to distract him.”
“He’s a vulture,” Aces states, walking into the kitchen. “Not exactly known for being friendly. Plus, he can fly, which is probably how he managed to avoid detection. But we’ll get him, Knox. I promised Jayda’s friend, Gemma, that we would make sure something like this never happened again.”
I’ve been cooking this whole time, so I plate the eggs and steaks that I made for Jayda, and put another plate below that one since I plan to eat as well. Grabbing two forks, I wave at my brothers and head back up to my room. I hear their chuckles as I leave and grin, knowing that they may be giving me hell right now for my current condition, but they’re happy that I finally have a mate. Now to move that along a little bit…
Jayda
I stayed in the shower for so long that my fingers and toes started looking like prunes. Gray’s mate had put in a new razor, as well as a puffy, so I exfoliated my legs then almost cried while I shaved away the growth. I may be a shifter, but I’m a girly-girl at heart, and I like my legs to be smooth when I’m in human form. She also included some lotion so once I’m done enjoying the toasty warm towel, I take the time to thoroughly moisturize my whole body. Knox doesn’t have a hairdryer, though, which means I end up looking for his comb to untangle my hair, then I braid it to keep it from going too crazy. I enjoy the simple act of brushing my teeth before finally dressing in the clothes he left for me on the bathroom counter. The T-shirt has the club emblem on it and hangs down to mid-thigh. I feel a little self-conscious not wearing a bra, but mine was pretty much shot after I shifted, plus it was so dirty there’s no way in hell I’d consider putting it back on my clean body. When I slip the sweats on, I start to giggle as the disparity in our height becomes apparent. I have to roll the waist down and tie it to keep the pants over my hips, then roll the legs up so I don’t kill myself trying to walk.
I’m still giggling as I emerge from the bathroom but stop when I see that I’m no longer alone. Knox is on the bed, opposite from where I was lying earlier, and his shirtless chest is causing me to drool. He’s got broad shoulders like a swimmer would have, and his chest is covered with just the perfect amount of hair. I can already imagine snuggling against him and briefly wonder how it’ll feel against my naked breasts. “Come eat, sweetheart,” he says, beckoning me over. “I grabbed you some water, but if you want something else, let me know and I’ll have a prospect go get it for you.”
“Water’s fine,” I murmur, climbing onto the bed and leaning against the headboard.
He hands me a plate and says, “Hang on a sec,” before getting off the bed and going to the dresser. He opens one of the drawers and a pair of socks comes flying in my direction. “Figure your feet might be
