Page 102 of Knot Guaranteed

“Oh, shit,” Tinley groans, dropping the turkey back on the oven rack. “That’s so stinking heavy.”

“That’s because you’re trying to feed twenty-five people.” I highly recommended just a couple of turkey breasts and a spiral ham, but our little omega demanded I hush as she proceeded to make her own plans. “Give me the pot holders.” I hold out a hand.

“Here you are. Thank you.” She smiles brightly, spinning around and heading toward Ramsey. “How are the potatoes coming?”

I set the heavy-ass monstrosity of a turkey on the rack laid out specifically for this purpose before yanking off the pot holders to give the huge turkey a last baste.

“They seem reasonably mashed to me,” Ram says, frowning into the bowl.

“Okay, great.” She wipes her hands off on her adorable apron, spinning in a circle. “Right, so I know there’s more. Wait. Where is Warrick? He can’t still be out there, shoveling snow. It’s so weird that it snows so much here this early. We never got any good snowfall until December. Not that I don’t love it here. I totally do. I just need him.” She spins around again, looking at the huge mess of dishes filling the sink and half the surrounding countertop. “Ohmigod, this is a disaster.”

I drop the baster and head over, pulling her into my chest. My hand tightens on her luscious ass as I give her a quick kiss. “Did you happen to take your meds this morning?”

“I-I don’t know,” she whispers.

“Why don’t you go check, and I’ll get started on the dishes.” I kiss her forehead. “Does that work?”

“Yep, thank you.” She stretches up to kiss my cheek and spins around, heading off.

I shove up my sleeves and curse under my breath. “We need a maid.”

“And maybe a chef,” Ramsey snorts. “None of us have the first damn clue how to cook anything, but it is sweet that she wanted to host all of our family packs. Don’t forget to put the turkey back in. The last thing we need is to poison everyone with undercooked poultry.”

“Agreed,” I mutter, yanking the pot holders back on and handling that.

“Oh, don’t you even start with me.” Tinley stomps into the room as I’m closing the oven.

“I’m just getting started on the dishes, I swear,” I say, holding up my hands that are still covered in the pot holders.

Warrick follows her in, and his hair is up for a change. He makes a grab for Tinley’s hip, but she slaps his hand away.

“Where is my birth control?” she asks, popping a hip out.

I grimace, pulling the pot holders off and bolting to do the dishes.

“Really?” she hisses. “Not one of you is going to speak?”

“You agreed you were ready to ditch the birth control,” Ramsey says, his voice lined in pure confusion.

“Right, we talked about it while the three of you were busy tag-teaming me. I can’t be held responsible for what came out of my mouth.”

“But you agreed…” Ramsey laughs. “So—”

“I was literally dick drunk,” she snaps.

Warrick chuckles darkly. “I love the sound of that.”

“We chucked them,” I say, flicking on the sink.

“You didn’t!” she gasps.

“We totally did,” Warrick confirms. “It’s been a year. We figured it was time to leave it up to God or Mother Nature.”

“Do we need to butter you up with all three of our cocks again, shortcake?” Ramsey asks.

“Knock, knock,” Diane, Warrick and Ramsey’s mom, calls out from the living room.

“Ohmigod, I’m going to murder all of you,” Tinley whispers. “I’m still in my cooking clothes. Distract them! This conversation isn’t over.” She spins around, bolting from the room, but her undeniable excitement filters through the bond. I think it’s been a bit of a safety net for her, considering she still hasn’t had a full heat. But she has had repeated waves.

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