Page 12 of Knot Their Boo
“Sure, thank you,” he says with a sigh, his gaze softening as he watches me. I nod, leaning out to pull the door shut, my robe falling open slightly. Colter’s gray eyes snag on my body, and I slam the door harder than necessary.
Hustling up the stairs, I question the desire I saw in his eyes. Maybe he just likes silk pajamas. I’m sure the look he gave me had nothing to do with my bare legs being eye level with his face.
Or my scent reacting to the sight of him on his knees, covered in sweat and smelling like hard work.
Curious now, I decide to leave the robe on as I make his coffee.
It's entirely too early to be doing anything other than sipping coffee. Honestly, I should still be in bed, but I’m not going to stop the alpha from fixing up the porch.
It doesn’t take long to brew the coffee, and I pour a generous amount into a cauldron shaped mug for myself, leaving room for creamer, while filling a dark purple travel mug for Colter. I doubt he takes it any other way, but I bring my vanilla cream with me just in case he likes it sweet.
I take my time carrying them back down the stairs, taking a sip of my favoritepotion.
“Here,” I say when I push the door open, much more gently this time, and hold the travel mug out to him.
“Thanks,” he says, setting down his tools, and tugging his gloves off before taking the cup, immediately taking a sip. “Not bad,” he teases, smirking at me.
“Might be better if it wasn't so damn early,” I grumble at him, but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered, and just lifts hisbrow at me, taking another sip. His top teeth catch his bottom lip before he responds.
“I have work later today. Didn’t want to leave it half finished, so I started early,” he explains, and I feel like a dick. Fair enough. “Cream?” He asks, nodding to the bottle I have tucked into my elbow.
“Want some?” I offer, and for a moment, his eyes darken again. He looks my body up and down once again, before nodding.
“Very badly,” he growls, and the heat that flashes through me could light a fire. I hand him the bottle silently, blushing violently as he takes it. He pours in just a splash, checking the label. “Vanilla? I was hoping for sweet pumpkin pie.” He watches me intently as I lick my lips and swallow, taking the bottle back from him as he sips the coffee once again.
Am I crazy, or is he referring to my scent? Or… My slick? No. No,thatwould be crazy.
“Oh,” I murmur, clutching my mug desperately and questioning my sanity.
Too damn early for yummy alphas talking dirty as hell.
Colter
She's so fucking beautiful that it steals my breath. Hell, it steals every thought from my head except one… Mate her, mark her, knot her.
I can't take my eyes off of her as she leans against the doorway, clutching her mug like a lifeline. Her dark green hair is up in a messy bun, and all I can think about is messing it up more with my fingers.
Tilting her head back and kissing her senseless as she moans into my mouth.
Her scent is so damn mouth-watering. Sweet pumpkin pie that melts on your tongue. All I can think about is the way she would taste. Her black robe falls against her thighs in a way that keeps drawing my gaze down. Fuck, I want to eat her whole. Sink my teeth into those thighs, marking the pale skin pink.
I've only kissed her once. But once was enough to know that I could never get enough of her.
I thought that my plans for the future would get in the way of whatever life we could have together, but then my life got derailed, and she was the one who was gone. Instead of leaving this town in my past like I planned, I’m the one who got left behind. But by the time she left, I’d already done the damage, and broken her heart.
Fuck, it killed me when she moved away before I could repair things, but not as much as it would have killed me if she'd stayed for me. So I stayed far away, even though it killed me knowing I’d pushed her away.
After I kissed her, I swore I would never touch her again. We weren’t even together yet, and I told her we never could be. I knew it crushed her, and as soon as I said it, I regretted every word, but back then I thought I was doing the right thing for her.
I never thought we'd be back here six years later. Me fixing her porch, yearning for a woman who I never thought could be mine. Not truly. But she’s here now. And every reason I had to stay in this town died with Mom. If she leaves again, I could go with her this time.
“Well, when you’re done, I'll make you breakfast, big guy,” she says with a soft smile, as I hand her the creamer.
Big guy… Fuck, I used to hate that nickname. I'm large, even for an alpha. It's something my family started when I was barely a teenager. I don't know why it sounds different when Sable says it.
Affectionate, instead of insulting. Like I’m cuddly, rather than intimidating.
Fucking hell, am I really this far gone already?
