"I can handle that," Clint promised, his eyes back on me. "I won't leave his side."
The hungry look in his eye made me shiver at that declaration.
Now that the crappy feelings associated with the dysphoria were gone, I was being overcome with reminders of just how appealing my Alpha was. He stood and held a hand out to help me to my feet, tugging me close to his body and wrapping an arm around my waist for support. "Let's go get some food in you."
Rafe and Colby followed us back to the parking lot and left with a promise to meet us back at the packhouse at sundown.
"What are you in the mood for?" Clint rubbed his hand over my back.
"Hmm?" I yawned and stretched, arching into his hand. It felt good to have him petting me.
"Food, Trev," he reminded me, letting his hand dip down the littlest bit to pat my butt. "We should get some meat in you."
I couldn't help but laugh and tilt my head at his unintended innuendo. "Oh?"
"Shame on you," Clint growled through a laugh. "That was not what I meant."
"Darn." I batted my eyelashes at him teasingly. "Then I guess any old thing will do."
Clint shook his head and led me to a small café where we teased and flirted through a meal of hearty meatloaf with all the fixings. I kept catching him staring at my lips as I ate and finally I dropped my fork and raised my hands. "What?"
Clint tilted his head in confusion, and I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you staring at my mouth?"
"Am I?" To my surprise, the big, bad Alpha blushed. "I, ah, that is.." he laughed. "You look very kissable right now."
Well, darned if that didn't melt my little Omega heart. I shoved my plate away and reached for his hand. "Are you ready to get out of here?"
We got as far as the juniper bush outside the front door. I swayed on my feet and he wrapped his arms around me, steadying me, and leaned down close. "Are you okay?"
"Mmm hmm," I assured him just before I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his.
Clint tensed for the briefest of seconds before relaxing and pulling me close. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entry, and then teased my tongue into an erotic dance with his before drawing back with a sigh.
"Delicious." He gave me a grin and pulled me tight. "You taste even better than you look."
"I'm pretty sure that that is the gravy!"I shoved him off with a laugh. "What are we supposed to do now?"
Clint laughed with me, and then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, leaned down to whisper in my ear. I gasped as he made several extremely dirty teasing suggestions for things we could be doing and, oddly, they all involved my naked body and copious amounts of homemade gravy.
I shivered as he licked my ear and began to drag him toward the truck. "Shouldn't we be on the road?"
ChapterEight
Clint
The ride back home was eternal. With every passing hour, Trevor seemed more his old affectionate self. Instead of hugging the passenger door of the truck and pretending to be anywhere but with me, the sweet-smelling Omega had slid right over the bench seat when I helped him into the cab of the truck and buckled himself into the seatbelt next to mine.
We were pressed together from shoulder to thigh, and I couldn't shift gears without my hand brushing his knee. That would have been distracting enough, but old habits die hard and Trevor's hand was stroking my upper thigh as I drove. Then, when he finally couldn't keep his eyes open any more? He snuggled into my side.
Normally, I would have found that close contact comforting, but, when I remembered that Trevor still wasn’t at full health, it hadn’t taken me long to regret the liberties I’d taken outside the diner which, of course, resulting in me renewing my resolve not to take advantage of him.It was absolutely the sweetest hell I could imagine.
Doc had made his management of Trevor's condition contingent on me taking him directly to the office when we arrived back in town, so I drove straight there. Back in a safe environment with a doctor that I trusted, I forced myself to stay in the lobby and give them some privacy while Trevor was checked over. In short order, Trevor was standing in front of me with a small white pharmacy bag and a wide grin.
"You're ready to go?" I asked, glancing suspiciously at Doc who seemed just as cheerful as Trevor did.
"He is," Doc confirmed. "He's going to need a hand from you in a couple hours, though."
