“Good boy,” Crush purred.
Killian grew so wet, he swayed on his feet. “Um, wh-what?”
“Take another bite.” Crush trailed a corner of the donut over Killian’s lips, the ghost of a touch. “You like that, don’t you? You want to be a good omega. My good omega.”
Killian’s ass made so much slick, it drenched his underwear.
Crush’s pupils dilated. His nostrils flared, and Killian knew for sure that Crush could smell his slick.
“Oh gods,” Killian squeaked, shoving one hand over his mouth and the other over his ass, trying to cover up that scent. “You smelled nothing! That’s just... the dishwasher draining away the excess water!”
Crush watched him for a long moment. Then he smiled, taking another bite out of his donut. “You know what? Maybe itisjust the dishwasher.”
And he turned away, stuffing the rest of the donut into his mouth.
8
KILLIAN’S SECRETS
Killian watchedin shock as the alpha brushed off his hands, striding back to the garage seemingly unruffled.
Except there was a huge tent in his gray sweatpants, dark at the tip.
“That’s not fair,” Killian whined.
Crush looked over his shoulder, giving Killian a toe-curling smile. “Thanks for putting away the groceries, Kil. You did great. I’m going to work on the car for a bit, but you’re welcome to join me anytime.”
“Y-you mean, sit on you?” Killian closed his eyes and wished he had kept his mouth shut.
Crush’s laugh was low and rumbling. “Anywhere you like. There are plenty of places to sit in the garage.”
Killian tried not to think about it. He really did. He was learning just how much a wolf could smell, and Crushalreadyknew Killian was wet for him.
So why wasn’t Crush touching him, when he’d been about to devour Killian whole? Killian wanted to whine again.
Instead of trailing after Crush, he went to the island counter and stuffed a chocolate donut into his mouth. Then he rummaged through the fresh produce, cooking some scrambled eggs for Naddie. He boiled some pasta for her too.
It was only when the food was done, that he realized there probably wasn’t a high chair with a tray table in the cabin.
They made do with sitting on the floor, eating out of large ceramic bowls that were too heavy for Naddie to lift.
“I don’t suppose you have a crib in this place?” Killian asked.
“Nope,” came the sheepish reply from the garage. “But I thought the shopping cart might be willing to accommodate Naddie for a night or two.”
Killian looked at the cart again, and realized Crush was right.
He spent a while feeding Naddie, then he ate her leftovers and washed the dishes. When he had changed her diapers and put her in the cart for a nap, he scraped together his remaining courage.
In the garage, he found Crush tucked halfway under his car, his legs spread. There was a very prominent outline between them.
Killian choked.It’s just right there.
“Kil?” Crush braced his heel against the garage floor, repositioning himself easily. He was on a board with caster wheels, Killian realized.
“It’s me,” Killian croaked.
“Everything okay? You sound a little stuffed up.”
