Page 53 of Ronen
“Let’s see, there’s three chickens, a donkey, the goats, a couple milk cows, a barn cat, a dog, a couple horses…that’s it for the time being.”
“The time being?”
I gave him another shrug, not bothering to elaborate.
“Well,” Ronen bounced his helmet off his thigh lightly, straightening from leaning against his bike, “I want to see this menagerie of yours.”
“What?” He was making my head spin, and not just from his sweet scent. Ronen was one moody omega. “Now?”
“Yes, now. What else are you doing?”
Tossing my hands up, I reminded him, “I’m on duty.”
Pushing up the cuff of his jacket, he glanced at the silver watch adorning his wrist. “You’re off in ten minutes. I’ll meet you at your place.”
Planting the helmet on his head, he gracefully swung one shapely, leather clad leg over his bike and I pretended like I wasn’t staring at his round ass in those tight pants. Fucking hell, those things should be illegal.
And how the hell did he know when I was off duty? Did he have mad, creepy, I know everything skills like his dad?
“Ronen?” I called.
Flipping the visor up, he gave me a questioning look.
“You can’t just barge into my night, into my life, demanding things.”
He sure as fuck can, my dragon puffed out his chest,he’s our mate.He can do whatever he wants.
Ronen laughed, the sound tinkling in the night air, “Can’t I? I just did. Are you going to turn me down?”
He had me there, but dammit, he couldn’t just…just…yeah, he could, and he did.
“I want something from you then,” I said softly.
He started the bike with ease, the motor humming, the sound filling the air. “Another blow job? To fuck me again?”
Gripping his arm lightly, I stopped his movements while he fiddled with his bike, and he stared at me with his intense green eyes. The laughter from a few minutes ago was replaced with heat, hunger, a need that strummed between us.
“I want us to have a real conversation about this thing between us, about us being fated, and not have you sneak out in the dead of night.”
Eyes locked together, his tongue came out and licked his bottom lip. Following the movement, my breath hitched in my chest.
Finally, he gave a short nod, balancing the bike between his legs as it rumbled beneath him. “Okay, we can do that.”
“You’ll be at my place when I get there?”
He blew out a puff of air, “I said I would. I want to see all these animals of yours, that you have given hideous names to.”
Pointing down the road, I started to give him directions, and he just shook his head at me. “Mason, I know where you live, remember?”
“You remember how to get there? It can be tricky in the dark.”
“I know where it is.” He popped the visor of his helmet down, revved his engine, and took off in a flurry of dirt and rocks.
Speeding away like I just hadn’t handed him a ticket for doing just that.
As I hurried back to my truck, I swore I heard him laughing, but it had to be a trick of my mind.
Chapter Seventeen
