I’m about to beat his ass when I breathe in.
My body stiffens, and so does my cock. Everything inside me shifts, and I know deep in my soul that Lexi is my scent match, too. My Omega. The girl whom I’ve been looking for for years, the one I’ve always felt the pull toward, ismine.
Not just in my own head, but in reality.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, gaping at him in horror.
“Oh fuck indeed, my dear lover boy.” He claps me on the back. “You’ve gone and fucked up with our girl. She probably thinks we’re creepers or serial killers. I mean, the killer part is right, but she doesn’t need to know that... yet.”
“What do we do?” I feel like a piece of shit. She was clearly afraid.Damn it!I was so focused on finding her that I didn’t think about the best way to approach her when I did.
“No clue. We found her. But she probably hates us, called the cops on us, and we’re on the verge of getting either arrested or kicked out of town.”
“Not fucking happening,” I growl. “I’ll tell the sheriff it was a misunderstanding and ask to talk to Lexi to explain ourselves.”
“That is an option.”
My eyes drop to the box of scattered donuts. Sloane looks down and groans.
“Not the donuts!” he drops down and lifts open the box. “Oh, this one's still good!” He grabs one from the top half of the box and takes a bite. “Fuck yessss,” he groans. “Maple. Makes my cock hard. And so does peaches and cream. I wonder what thetwo of them would taste like together. Do you think she would be into food play?”
“Sloane,” I sigh heavily.
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He chuckles, getting to his feet. “Want a bite?”
“No,” I grumble.
“Come on. It will make you feel better,” he singsongs, waving the donut in front of my mouth.
“Nothing will make me feel better,” I growl.
He takes another bite, raising a brow. Chewing then swallowing. “Not even me sucking your cock?”
The image that flashes into my mind makes the cock in question twitch.
“I knew it.” He sounds proud of himself.
“Let’s go.” I roll my eyes and head back the way we came.
“Wait!” he calls out. “I think I can save a few of these.”
“Fucking hell, Sloane. You’re not a fucking dog. Don’t eat food off the ground. We'll go to the bakery and get some more.”
“Fine,” he mutters.
We head back to the bakery, the little bell above the door dinging as we walk in.
The same girl is still behind the counter. “Are you okay?” she asks, looking me over.
Right, the hot chocolate.
“My boyfriend here is such a klutz,” Sloane says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “He tripped over his own foot, and his coffee came flying out onto his face.”
“Uh-huh.” She eyes me suspiciously as I give her a pained smile. I’m going to kill that fucker.
