Page 27 of Knot Their Boo
“Yes. And Colter…” she adds, not sounding as unsure now. I like that she feels comfortable enough to tell me how she feels about the others.
“Me too, Sable.” I let my confession hang between us, hoping it doesn’t scare her off.
Omegas can be possessive. Unwilling to share. Or at least that's what I’ve heard since I presented. Briefly, the thought of Sable with another omega, or an alpha that isn’t Taron nor Colter crosses my mind, and my hackles rise. I grin, because that just proves the four of us are meant to be.
“So we start with this, admitting we all like each other. The rest we’ll figure out together. Tonight, I’m focusing on you.”On getting a taste of that intoxicating scent…I swallow thickly, trying to shake off the dirty thoughts, since I still have an entire day of chores ahead of me on the farm. But goddamn I want a taste of Sable… “I promise to always be honest with you about how I’m feeling. I won’t ever lie to you, Sable. And I’m not leaving you ever again.”
“Fuck, Rhian.” She sniffs, but I can hear the happiness in her voice this time. “Okay, I promise to do the same. I’ll be honest, and I won’t ever ghost you,” she vows. I don’t bother telling her that even if she tried, I’d hunt her perky ass down. I snort to myself. Look at me, mentally resorting to Taron level tactics if she ever tries to leave me… Maybe the alpha is onto something.
“Also, have you felt like you’re sometimes being watched but can’t explain why? Almost like eyes are on you, but you don’t know why?” I ask, planting the seed, wondering if she’s sensed Taron's presence yet.
“Oh, yeah. All the time. I think the town’s gossips have made me paranoid. Sometimes I think I hear whispers, or intense staring, but when I look around, no one's even looking my way,” she sighs, and I have to hold back a chuckle. Taron is very good at going unseen.
“Hmm,” I grunt. He's been‘politely watching’me for a while, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure it out. I have no doubt he’s been‘politely watching’Sable since she returned to town as well. “I’ll be there at six-thirty. You should wear boots,” I tell her, and she sighs, but it’s lighter. I’m glad she called, and didn’t hold this in until our date tonight.
“Alright, Rhian. See you then.”
When I hang up, I stuff my phone in my pocket and return to my chores. It’s nearly noon when Benson comes stumbling into the barn several hours later than normal, disrupting my daydreaming about Sable.
“Don’t say shit,” he grumbles, tugging his work gloves on.
“Don’t say shit about the fact that you smell like a certain omega friend of mine?” I ask, lifting a brow at my little brother. “The very same one that's been in love with your–”
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about your alpha stalker and his ex-girlfriend?The very same oneyou used to have a crush on?” Benny snarks, mocking me, and I snort. Talk about deflection. I am curious how he knows about Taron and I though. Is stalking an alpha thing? Probably. Sounds like them.
“I can do both,” I shrug, “but of all the omega’s in town…” I trail off as he shoots death glares my way.
“Keep it up, and I’m putting goat shit under your pillow,” he threatens, making me bust up laughing. We went through a prank era in our teens. Something Nick promptly shut down.
“I’m too fucking old for this shit!”He growled at the ripe age of twenty-six, somehow sounding more like a grandfather than our own grandpa.
I leave Benny alone after that, finishing my tasks for the day, before heading inside to get ready for my date with Sable.
Taron: Should I be jealous that you’ve never asked me on a date before tonight?
Rhian: Technically, I asked you to help me for my date with Sable.
Taron: So yes? I should be jealous.
Rhian: Should I be jealous that you’ve never followed me into a supply room and gotten me off with your hands?
Taron: Fair point. I’d be more than happy to help you out with that. Come over so I can fuck the attitude out of you.
Rhian: Tempting offer.
Rhian: *Photo sent*
Rhian: But I’m in the shower, getting ready for you to chase me and Sable.
I smirk to myself as three dots pop up then disappear. He can’t see anything too juicy in the picture, since the image cuts off at my hips, but my wet abdomen is on full display.
Taron: You’re a tease. I should bend you over my knee for this.
Rhian: Promises, promises…
Taron: Better get ready to chase some filthy little brats through a haunted trail tonight.
Taron: *Photo sent*
