Page 36 of Knot Their Boo
Sable: There’s more…
Plum: More!? My my my, my little Sugarbat has finally joined the dark side. Do tell, sweet Sable…
I snort a laugh as I type up my reply, rolling my eyes at her ridiculousness.
Sable: Taron knotted me a few hours later. He literally fucked me until the sun came up.
Plum: WAIT WHAT!? OMG. I’m screaming! You wild omega!
The second I read the message, my ringtone goes off, and I snort.
“Helloooo?” I say extra sweetly.
“Tell me everything!” Plum demands, and I cackle as she freaks out. “No, seriously, I need details, because what the unholy fuck? I know you have a certain reputation for being a rebellious omega, but I was not expecting this.”
“I know. It started with Rhian asking me on a date, but then I caught him with Taron at the bar–”
“Where Taron fingered you in a broom closet,” she says, cutting me off, and I scoff.
“Supply room. Not a broom closet. But basically. Well after that, Rhian said he had something planned for our date.” I pause, wincing because I already know this part is going to send her into orbit. “He asked Taron to chase us on the haunted trail, which led to Rhian fucking me while the alpha watched. Which led to Taron breaking in to my apartment and fucking me until sunrise. Then when I woke up Taron had left already, but I really needed coffee, so I went to get some across the street, still smelling like Rhian and Taron. That's when Colter defended me to the snotty omegas,” I blurt it all out, and then brace myself forher reaction. There’s a long stretch of silence on the other end, and I have to check to confirm the call didn’t drop.
“Wow.” She pauses again, and I'm suddenly worried that I broke her. “You know, for once I can’t think of anything to say. That was a lot to take in all at once,” Plum murmurs. “But you know what? Good for you. You deserve it. Get that dick, girl,” she hums, clearly not finished. “Against a tree is a wild choice though.”
“You had to be there, I guess.”
“I’m not judging,” she says.
“I know. You’re not the type. But I do have a question. Do you think I’d be making a mistake to go to dinner with Colter tonight?” I ask, nervously nibbling my lip. It doesn’t feel like a mistake. This moment feels different. Like the stakes are higher. Like there's more on the line.
Something I don’t fully understand, but I’m not scared.
“No, Sable, I don’t think it would be a mistake. I think you should do whatever is going to make you happiest.”
After Plum and I hang up, I go back to working on the restocking for all the candles that have sold out recently.
I’m pouring candles when the front door jingles, letting me know someone’s here.
“Welcome,” I say as I clean my hands off on a damp rag and head to the front to help the customer.
“Brought you some ice cream, I know you had a–” Rhian starts to say, when he stops a foot from me, staring at the pale purple peasant clinging to my curves. Or maybe it’s my scent that has him grinning. “You fucked Taron last night,” he says with a mischievous smirk.
“Does that bother you?” I ask, worried about what he’ll think, despite the smile on his face.
“Why would it bother me, Sable? Scared I’ll be jealous?” Rhian steps closer to me, close enough that his scent fullysurrounds me, telling me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling right now.
“Maybe,” I admit.
“I brought you a sweet treat. I remembered how much you like the eggnog ice cream the creamery makes this time of year. Maybe I should have brought you an ice pack too?” he teases, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, the scent of Taron all over you is making me dizzy.”
“Rhian,” I hiss, blushing bright red when the doorbell jingles again. Great. Not only do I smell like them because I didn’t wash their scent off, wanting to savor it, but now Rhian’s scent is turning the shop into an omega sex den.
“Fuck what they have to say, Sable,” Rhian whispers, pulling me into his body with his free hand.
“It’s hard to ignore when it’s everywhere I go.” I pause. “Colter saved me from the coffee shop witches. He’s making me dinner tonight. I’m bringing dessert as a thank you for his rescue.”
“I’m glad he was there for you. You don’t deserve the hate you get, especially when no one in this town is perfect.” Rhian sighs as the customer, who just walked in, passes us with a bright smile.
Despite all the haters I have in this town, my business does just fine. That probably has more to do with Gram’s legacy than me though. Even my candles do great.
