Page 44 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

G abriel

Tippy toes, don’t make a sound, or he will hear me.

Don’t even breathe, or else he will hear me.

I sang in my head as I slid the door to Finn’s room open as quietly as possible.

It was really early in the morning, and Lydia was still in Graham’s room.

I didn’t want to interrupt them, but Sorren had left early to grab groceries before the stores got busy, and I was dead bored.

I'm so bored that if someone suggested I lick a rock, I just might do it.

I could hear Finn’s quiet breathing inside the room as he lay in his bed.

He had worked on a car late last night and didn’t get home till Sorren and I were on our fourth action movie.

I suspected he would sleep in today. It irritates me that he usually gets up before me and has breakfast already made.

When Lydia and I lived together, I would make the meals for us.

I rarely got to cook when Finn was here.

He always shooed me away from the kitchen whenever I tried to help.

I usually let him since I secretly enjoyed him taking care of me, but sometimes I like taking care of others, too.

“Mmmhh, Gabe, is that you?” Finn asked. His eyes remained closed, and he didn’t move from his spot. I wasn’t surprised he’d noticed me entering the room; I expected it.

“The one, the only. I want to cuddle, move over,” I demanded, smiling in satisfaction when he did what he was told.

I moved into the bed, keeping my hands and feet from touching him.

I could hear him purr in happiness at my closeness.

Once I got comfortable on the bed with Finn’s arms around me, I attacked.

I slid my hands up his shirt and touched his bare legs with my toes.

I nearly choked on my laughter when he bolted out from the covers and pushed himself to the end of the bed, where he promptly fell off.

“What the hell, Gabriel? Why are your fingers and toes ice cold?” He asked as he used the bed to lift himself off the ground. My arms were wrapped around my belly while I laughed my head off.

“I... ahah... put them in the fridge for a couple of minutes before coming to see you.. Ahahaha! You should have seen your face.” I said as I tried to breathe through my laughter.

Finn mumbled something under his breath before heading into his closet.

I wiped my tears before jumping from the bed and following him.

He had only worn his shorts to bed, so I could see his bare back as I entered the closet.

His sleeve tattoos had continued beyond to his shoulders.

There were so many images and lines that it was hard to tell what was inked on his back.

I walked up to him and started to trace one of the lines.

Finn stiffened at the coldness still in my fingers before turning around and grabbing my hand with his.

“At least they aren’t blue.” He mused as he examined my fingertips. I rolled my eyes.

“I made breakfast, when you get dressed come down and eat,” I told him before pulling my hand out from his.

His eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction, but he brought my face towards his to give me a deep kiss.

He wanted to be the one feeding me. I found it adorable how much he likes providing for me and Lydia.

I was out of breath and red in the face by the time Finn pulled away.

“Get out of here. I can’t get dressed when I know you're looking at me like a 5-star dessert.” He said before turning me around and smacking me across my ass. I yelped at the contact.

“I could always help with that.” I teased, skipping out of the room before Finn could do something about my suggestion.

I strolled down the hallway to get Finn’s plate ready while he got changed.

I watched everyone enough to figure out what food and how much my pack preferred to eat in the morning.

Graham liked toast with either grape or strawberry jelly and a protein shake.

Sorren liked something sweet in the morning, like donuts, pancakes, or waffles.

Lydia didn’t like to eat anything heavy or a lot of food, so she preferred something simple, like a pop tart or cereal.

Finn liked meat in the simplest terms. He enjoyed lots of bacon, sausage, “winky face,” and breakfast sandwiches.

I heard his footsteps from behind me as I finished his plate.

Like any good mate and the omega that I was, I piled on fruit like strawberries, blueberries, and a banana on a plate.

I filled the plate with a slice of toasted grain bread with avocado and a bowl of sugar-free yogurt with granola.

I almost broke my composure when I saw the color drain from his face.

“Something wrong?” I asked with mock concern. I watched Finn do his best to smile at me. I could see a droplet of sweat fall down his face.

“Nothing, you made this?” He asked, looking pointedly at the grain bread.

“I did. Go on, try it, you must be hungry.” I said, leaning against the counter to watch him.

He takes a deep breath before picking up the grain bread.

I nearly giggled when he took the smallest bite possible from the toast. When he chewed the first time, I lost it.

A shocked expression fell on Finn’s face as he watched me laugh my guts out.

I took the plate from him, still giggling at the thought of his expression, and replaced it with one filled with bacon, sausage, and an egg and cheese sandwich.

“You should have seen your face. It was hilarious.” I mimicked him picking up the toast and chewing it, and burst out laughing again. Finn’s face turned bright red from embarrassment. After a second, Finn shook his head and smiled.

“Tricky omega.” He said as he picked up the fork on his plate and ate breakfast.

“Honestly, you should have seen that coming,” I said, moving my plate to sit beside him.

He pulled my seat closer to him, so our knees touched.

I enjoyed our peaceful moment together and then I smelled Sorren’s watermelon scent coming from the front entrance and heard his feet thumping against the floor.

“Are those waffles I smell?” Sorren asked as he came through the front door, arms filled with tons of plastic bags full of food.

“By yours truly.” I boasted as I got up, taking a moment to kiss his cheek.

Before I could walk away, though, Sorren put the groceries on the counter, grabbed my hips, and dragged me closer to him.

He pulled my head down by my neck and swallowed my mouth with his own.

His kiss was passionate and hungry, like my mouth was a drug, and he finally got his hit.

With great self-restraint and control, I pushed my hands against his chest. Sorren let me go with a pout, but his mood improved when he saw the waffles I made.

“These look delicious, I can’t wait to try them,” Sorren said as he started to dig into the food.

Sorren nearly moaned after he’d eaten the first bite.

“My lord, why don’t you cook more often?

You’re almost as good as Finn.” Sorren said through bites.

I purred at his compliments, but stopped at the mention of Finn.

“So you think Finn’s cooking is better than mine?” I asked, a tight smile forming on my face. Sorren noticed almost immediately and hesitated to reply.

“Just a little bit. I mean, no, your cooking is definitely better than his.” Sorren said. He caught the tension forming in the air and quickly sat up. “You know what, I think I’ll finish this after I put away the groceries.” He said quickly. He grabbed a few bags and headed into the pantry.

“I’ll be cooking dinner from now on.” I declared, crossing my arms. Finn looked like he was about to object, but I continued.

“No, no, no, you get to do breakfast and lunch, but I’ll do dinner.

So, you can close your alpha mouth because I don’t want to hear any objections about this if you want to continue to fuck me or sleep in the same bed as me.

” Finn promptly shut his mouth, but still looked upset.

I finished my last bite of food before getting up from my seat to wake Graham and Lydia up.

I’ll show Sorren and Finn that Finn cannot make better food than I.

Sure, I was competitive with games and trivia, but this definitely wasn’t my competitive instincts, totally.

I could imagine Finn tasting a perfectly cooked steak from me and crying tears of joy at how good it was.

This is totally and completely not competitive at all .

I went through my list of recipes I could do for tonight, and by the time I got to Graham's room, I had come up with a tentative dinner plan.

I knocked on the door and waited a few beats before opening it.

I found Lydia and Graham still in bed, holding each other.

The door opening and the light filtering in had awoken Lydia.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was a mess, but she looked adorable, given how sleepy she was.

“Gabriel?” She called out with a husky voice. Finding her irresistible, I walked up to her and kissed her forehead. She leaned into my touch and rested her head against my chest as she yawned. “Did you need something?” She asked.

“Wanted to let you know breakfast was ready,” I whispered, running my hands through her hair to help untangle it. She purred at the feeling of my fingers on her scalp.

“Did someone say breakfast?” A deeper voice spoke. Graham started to sit up as well.

“Yep, made by yours truly,” I answered. Graham perked up at my words, and a flirty smile spread across his face.

“I’ll have to try it in that case.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes before focusing back on Lydia. She was never a morning person, and waking up took her a long time.