Page 42 of Knot Their Boo
Something I’m grateful for as a cool chill runs down my spine, making me shiver.
“I have a cover for you in my truck, if you want it,” Colter offers, but I shake my head. I have a feeling I won’t be cold for long with these men so close.
“We ordered drinks and a few appetizers that will come out one at a time,” Taron explains, as the waiter walks over to deliver said drinks. “I know you love pumpkin-flavored everything this time of year, so I got you a harvest cider. Pumpkin spice flavored.”
“Wow, that's really thoughtful, Taron,” I say as I take a sip of the slightly burnt orange bubbly drink. “Oh, that's dangerous,” I admit with a giggle, as I sip it a little more. I’m three sips in when I hear a gasp behind me, and wince. Maybe they’re not looking over here. Maybe that gasp was for how delicious the food looks, but one glance at the men around me, and I know it’s just wishful thinking.
“Ignore them,” Rhian says softly. His scent shifts to soothe all of us. It works better on the alphas, since our pheromones target the dominance in them. When that doesn’t seem to relax Taron, Rhian reaches over and pats his thigh.
Before my jealous omega needs can come out and make me a whiny bitch, both Taron and Colter reach under the table to grip one thigh each. Though Taron’s touch is a little riskier than Colter's, given he’s on the side with a slit to my hip, and takes the opportunity to explore the expanse of bare skin.
The tone at the table shifts when I suck in a tight lungful of air, and my scent does its own shifting, and the guys all moan in response. Oops. I shoot daggers at Taron with my eyes, but don’t reach down to stop him, which says a lot more to the naughty alpha than anything else.
“I think you like being watched in public places, don’t you, naughty girl.” Taron leans in and whispers in my ear, making me shiver. Before he can pull away, I reach up with my right hand and wrap my hand around his throat.
“Don’t tempt me, Taron, or you’ll find out who the better tease is. Behave yourself in this restaurant, the whole town is watching.” I growl, nibble his earlobe, then release him. His scent slams through me as I inhale, nearly dizzy from the strength of his desire. The look on Rhian’s face when I sit back in my seat might be the sexiest thing I’ve seen all night.
“Hot,” He mouths to me, and I shrug, feeling shy under his watchful attention. Colter leans in to whisper in my ear next.
“Just say the word, and I’ll put him in a headlock,” the more relaxed alpha offers, making me giggle. The smile he gives me in response tells me he’s only half joking.
I imagine if the four of us formed a pack, Colter would be our lead. Steady in a way that lets the rest of our mischief exist. I doubt Taron could give up his stalking long enough to be as effective.
The rest of dinner goes pretty smoothly, with every appetizer on the menu arriving one at a time just like they said, and by the time the sixth one is set in front of us, I’m full. I might have overdone it on the cheese pretzels. I have no regrets about that choice, until the three men stop eating too.
“That's okay, Sable. If you’re done, we can go,” Rhian offers, and I pout. I don’t want tonight to end already. After someone gasped, the rest of the night was uneventful. At least as far as I can tell, since the guys smartly faced my back toward the rest of the restaurant.
“Aren’t you three still hungry?” I ask, worried they’ll say no, and I’ll have to go home. I want to keep spending time with them.
“Oh, I’m fucking ravenous,” Taron growls quietly, making Rhian smirk, clearly understanding something I’m not.
“If you’re done eating, Sable, then we’re done. We have something else planned for tonight, and I think what Taron was trying to say is that he’s excited for that to start,” Colterexplains. Even though these three men aren’t a pack, they seem to understand each other already.
“Oh,” I glance from Colter to Rhian, and then to Taron. All three of their scents are eager, and I nibble my lip before nodding.
“First, we’re going to the dance, while we wait for Taron’s bar to close for the night,” Rhian explains as Colter pays the dinner bill.
“It’s closing early, don’t worry.” Taron smirks, and my eyes go wide.
“But…but it’s all set up for the haunted house. Halloween is next week, you’ll lose money if you shut early,” I say, shaking my head.
“I would shut the bar down even earlier if it meant I could get you in there sooner, but we had to leave time for the dance.” Taron shrugs as Colter offers his hand to help me from my seat. I take it, smiling when he doesn’t let go and instead laces our fingers together.
This is when I realize exactly what dance they’re talking about, and I freeze in the middle of the parking lot. Colter jerks to a stop so he doesn’t yank me with him, and frowns.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, searching my body for injury.
“The community dance? Are you three nuts? The whole town goes to that! You think we got stares in there?” I ask, gesturing to the restaurant. “The dance will be ten times worse.”
“Plum will be there too,” Rhian offers, and now her dress suggestion for tonight makes more sense. I thought this was too fancy for dinner, but she insisted it was perfect. I should have known. I pull my phone out of my small black satin clutch, but before I can text her, there is already a message from her waiting for me.
Plum: Suck it up, buttercup.
Sable: You’re devious.
Plum: So I’ve been told. Just get your ass over here. Fuck what literally everyone has to say about it. Enjoy your fucking life, or I’ll house-troll your shop and start stealing shit in the middle of the night.
Sable: Devious and diabolical.
