Page 62 of Knot My Sin

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmurs, walking closer to the blanket to sink down onto it on his knees. Helping me turn, he bands his arm around my waist to keep me close, and I find I don’t mind it.

It’s not control, it’s comfort, and I need to make sure I can differentiate between the two.

Everest and Ambrose simply smile to themselves as they pull out food, and Flynn grins as he hands me a piece of cheese. I can feel my omega’s smugness from the bond. Cheeky man.

Dropping my head back as I pop my snack into my mouth, I slowly chew as I enjoy the warmth of the sun. I really hate being cold.

“It’s beautiful out here, don’t you think?” Ambrose asks, drawing my attention back to him. “We have pasta, Caesar salad, sandwiches, fruit, and fried chicken. What sounds good?”

I love how he said it like that. I don’t know why, but the nuance makes me pay attention to my body as my stomach growls.

“Fried chicken and salad sound amazing,” I admit with a smile.

Everest pulls out some sparkling cold cider, and I have to say this is a really sweet date. As everyone gets food, and drinks are poured, Flynn glances at me.

“Want to toast for us?” he asks, winking at me.

Rolling in my lips as I think, I shrug as their eyes lay heavy on me.

“To a perfect first date,” I murmur, lifting my glass. Smiles greet me as they clink their glasses against mine, and I have to thank the stars.

If I was going to have a first date with anyone, this is the one I’d want. As we eat, a cool wind blows over the lake, making me shiver. Flynn winces, finding a warm blanket and tucking it around the two of us.

The alphas don’t seem to notice the cooler air, and I have to remind myself that they seem to have an internal furnace under their skins.

“In the summer, we usually take out the boat on the water,” Everest says as we eat. “There’s not many people who live out here, so it’s really nice. Overworked mafia men make for grumpy ones.”

My lips twitch, because I’m pretty sure Shaw is always grumpy.

“Okay, so what made you decide to live out here?” I ask.

“A few things,” Shaw says. “One is security. Since we sometimes have to travel, I want our home to be as secure as possible. The other is that I fucking hate people. I never bring work home, but we are out at all hours. I don’t want neighbors.”

“Sometimes we like to chase Flynn through the woods. The first one to catch him, gets to fuck him,” Everest smirks.

Covering my mouth as I swallow my food, I cough slightly. “What?” I ask, a small laugh bubbling out.

Flynn blushes, and I realize he’s being serious.

“Well then, I kind of think I love that for you,” I tease him. If I know anything, it’s that these alphas won’t ever hurt Flynn. It would be as if they stabbed themselves.

While being in the middle of their nest during his heat was a little awkward, it did show me how much they care about him.

“We’re a little kinky,” Ambrose says with a shrug. “Dessert?”

Giggling, I agree. The rest of the afternoon is lovely, and I use it to ask a few questions about them. Laying back against Shaw, I let myself snuggle against him. Flynn lays on the blanket now that we’ve cleared it off and looks sleepy as Ambrose plays with his hair.

It all looks so easy between them.

“You said you’re mafia men?” I ask, glancing up at Shaw. Dipping his head, he kisses my forehead before he nods. “How did that career choice happen?”

Everest snorts, laying on his stomach to answer. We’re all kind of sprawled out, enjoying each other and the weather.

“We were dumb kids trying to figure out our lives, and one of us was dumb enough to pick Corbin Murphy’s pocket,” he says. “We would have been sixteen at the time.”

“He was actually pretty nice about it after he scared the shit out of the three of us,” Shaw remembers. “Amb tried to pull his wallet, but the three of us got caught.”

“You fuckers wouldn’t leave me,” Ambrose murmurs, smiling.

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