Page 7 of Snowed In Sucker
That’s an excellent way of looking at the situation. I like that Jett does that, sees the good in bad situations. Or at least, that’s what he’s been doing since I arrived today.
“What about you? Are your parents around here?”
Jett shakes his head, looking away. “My parents were quite old when they had me. I have thirteen siblings and they were the ones who raised me.”
“Thirteen?” I ask, my voice rising. “Really? Holy shit, I cannot imagine that.”
Jett cracks a small smile. “There was never a dull moment, I will tell you that. My oldest sister, Himari, was like my mother. She’s a triplet.”
“A triplet?”
“Yes, Landon. This would go much more smoothly if you didn’t repeat everything I say,” he says but he chuckles, letting me know he’s just teasing me.
“I’m sorry! Your family sounds really rare, that’s all. What’s the likelihood of being from a big familyandhaving triplets. That’s wild.”
“Most of my siblings are not solo births,” he explains. “I was one of the only ones. Triplets, twins, and even a set of four.” When my eyes bug out he goes on, “it’s an octopus thing.”
“Oh! Okay, yeah. I guess that makes sense. Still, that must have been hard, being raised in such a big family.”
“It had its ups and downs, just as any family,” Jett says with a shrug. “I know one thing for certain, I don’t plan on having as big of a family if I ever find a mate. It was chaotic and I don’t particularly like chaos in my life.”
“That’s so fair,” I say, nodding my head. “My family is like the opposite of yours. My parents were really young when they had me. They were neighbors growing up and when my omega father had his first heat, my alpha dad was there. They scented that they were true mates and as you can imagine, one thing led to another. They never had any more kids after that. I always wondered what it would be like to have siblings but I wasn’t one of those kids desperate for a baby sibling. I did ask for one for a long time but that desire faded as I got older. I liked that I had my dads’ full attention.”
“That sounds really nice.”
“It was,” I say with a soft smile. “Does your sister live nearby?”
“She’s the only one who lives in town,” Jett explains softly. “She lives with her mate, a human man named Pierce. The rest of my siblings have scattered. A few of them have even moved overseas. We do our best to stay in contact but mostly we just throw updates into a group chat whenever we can. Growing up with Japanese parents meant that we were all expected to be extraordinary and I can say with full certainty that we’ve managed to accomplish that, each in our own ways.”
The way that Jett talks about his siblings makes my chest warm. He sounds so proud of all of them. It must have been difficult, growing up as the last sibling in such a large family and losing his parents at such a young age, yet Jett has grown into a well adjusted man. He’s successful and kind enough to help a stranger.
The more I get to know Jett, the more I like him. Sure, he’s handsome as fuck. From the moment I saw him in that river, I’ve found him attractive and I’ll admit, he’s played a role in some very steamy daydreams. Now that I’m getting to know him with his shirt on, I still want to fuck him but I also just want to sit beside him and listen to him talk. I want to keep pulling these layers away and learn more about how he is.
The more I learn about Jett, the more Ilikehim. Like actually maybelike himlike him. I’m developing a real, actual, serious crush on the man.
Surely that won’t make my stay here awkward.
Chapter Four
Jett
It’s been a fewhours and the awkwardness of earlier has faded away. I think I’m getting used to having Landon in my space. I’ll even go so far as to admit he’s a welcome presence. I’m enjoying spending time with him and getting to know him.
Landon is bright, just like his scent. He makes me smile more easily. He makes it easy to laugh. I wouldn’t say I’ve had a bad life, but I know I’m often cold or standoffish. I like animals much more than people. Landon, for whatever reason, feels different.
“Do you like soup?”
Landon tilts his head to the side, reminding me of a puppy who’s just been asked if he wants to go for a walk. It’s very cute. “Who doesn’t like soup?”
“People are allowed their preferences,” I say, softly adding, “even if those preferences are wrong.”
Landon laughs, coming to stand next to me in the kitchen and grabbing my shoulder. Then he leans against the counter,watching me work. I like that. He’s here beside me but he’s not getting in my way or attempting to ‘help’ me cook.
I also find that I really like the way he touches me. Every time, my body warms and something zings through the pit of my stomach, like electricity. The feeling is addicting.
I’ve never felt like this about someone before. I’ve never developedfeelingsfor another person. I’ve never craved them the way I seem to be craving Landon. Already, I can’t stop thinking about other types of touches or wondering what his lips would feel like against my own. My body feels like it has a mind of its own, like my tentacles might pop out at any time and wrap around Landon’s body, pulling him until our fronts are pressed together so tight that I could feel his erection press against my hip.
“Jett?”
