Page 60 of At the Edge with You

He leans in, his eyes playful and full of desire as he asks me, “Do you like me, Fable Winthrop?”

“A bit.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, running his nose along my jaw, leaving heat in his wake. My body tightens, and lust gathers between my legs. “You smell so damn good.”

“So do you,” I gasp as I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck. He leans back, looking down at me through hooded eyes, and I’m spellbound. “We need to pick our music.”

I lick my lips, and he follows the motion. His jaw is tight as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “We do,” he agrees, kneading my hips with his thumbs. “How about you and I have dinner tonight and pick something?”

I playfully search his gaze, a sly grin on my face. “That sounds very much like what Skyye said you wanted.”

His brows pull in, and he holds me closer. I’m not sure if that’s his cock poking me or a hammer. I’m kind of scared to find out. “What did she say I wanted?”

“Hockey and chill.”

Jett barks out a laugh before shaking his head. “Kids these days.”

“That’s what I said.”

His smile sends chills along my spine as he looks down at me like I’m the only one he sees. Did he look at me like this before and I just didn’t realize it? I don’t know, but it pleases me that I can put that look in his eyes. That the grin on his face is only for me.

“But, no, I truly just want to eat with you and pick some music.”

I’m pretty sure he wants to drop thewithin his statement, but I don’t call him on it. Instead, I just curl the back of his hair around my fingers. I’m rewarded with a low moan. He brings me in closer, his fingers digging into my hips even harder, and boy, do I love it.

Yup, that’s not a hammer.

His cock throbs against my belly, and while I’ve never been turned on by just a cock, the thought of his has me on edge. I still haven’t told Alissa about us, about how Jett makes me feel. I’m worried she’ll tell me it’s all in my head, that my body can’twant what I think it does. That I’m not made to be intimate with anyone. But if that’s so, why is it so easy to be in his arms? For him to look at me like he does. To want to lean in and just inhale him.

Become one with him.

On a shaky breath, I say, “It’s a date.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

Jett

I’m standing in front of Fable’s door, my whole body firing off with nerves.

I glance into the mirror hanging above a decorative table that Kitty insists “brings the room together” and run my fingers through my hair. I trimmed my beard a bit, but I still look too rugged for someone as prim and proper as Fable. Not that I care. My lips lift a bit as I inhale, letting it out in a rush. How many times did I want this moment with her when we were younger? I’d plan full-out dates where we’d go to the drive-in movie or to the Reindeer Rumpus Ranch just to walk among the trees. I wouldn’t suggest a trail walk since I know the forest is a sore spot for her, but I was convinced, no matter what we were to do, we’d have a blast.

I wanted to take her to my prom, especially since she wouldn’t be going to hers. After Salt Lake, she homeschooled and moved out to Colorado to train. I wasn’t sure how to reach out to her. She went radio silent, and months turned into years, and I never saw her until social media hit. I wonder if thingswould have been different if I had reached out. Though, she never reached out either.

Now, I stand before her door, a bouquet of daisies and some treats from Noelle’s in my hand.

For a date.

With Fable Winthrop.

I swallow hard as I knock on the door, opening it when she calls for me to come in. I’m immediately hit with the smell of buffalo sauce and cheese, but that isn’t what has my mouth watering. Behind the stove, Fable stands in a blue dress with a tight bodice that has little bows all over it and flares over her hips. It hugs her delectable curves, and I’m stunned at the sight. She sends a grin over her shoulder, her hair whipping around her face before her eyes meet mine. An appreciative look fills her eyes, and I stand a bit taller, enjoying being desired by her. “Hey!”

I lick my lips as I start for her. “Hey there,” I say, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks go all rosy in seconds as I lean my hip on the counter. “What you cookin’, good-lookin’?”

Her lips curve as she stirs what looks like mac and cheese. “Buffalo chicken mac and cheese.”

I rub my chest, grimacing a bit. “Shit, I better go get my Tums.”

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