A brief smile flickers across his face. “Your grandmother ripped me a new asshole. Said I should have fought harder for you. When I brought her favorite meal earlier this week, I promised her I would.”
“You visited my grandmother?”
“Every chance I get.”
Dustin had always been close to my family. My grandmother really liked the pack. Now it makes sense why she asked, “Will you let them help you through your heat?” I remember shutting her down cold.
He reaches out, his fingers grazing my skin. “My stubbornness has torn our pack apart.” His sad green eyes lock with mine. “I love you, Harper.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you anymore,” I lie.
I’m so turned on right now; I want to jump on his dick. Slowly, I pull my hand away and prepare my plate.
“Once we catch the killer you can train again for track. I’ll be there for you like I always have.”
“I’d like that.”
The biggest smile lifts his cheeks.
While we eat dinner Dustin and I chat about our lives. Afterwards, we clean off the table and load the dishwasher.
“Thanks for dinner, Dustin,” I say as I push the dishwasher door shut.
“Since tomorrow is Saturday, I’ll make blueberry pancakes.”
I lick my lips. “I can’t wait.”
Moving closer to him, I grab his hand and place it over my heart. “You still make me nervous.”
A boyish grin lights up his face. He places my hand over his. His heart slams against my palm at a quickening rhythm.
“You’re the only woman who will ever have this effect on me.”
I ease up on my tippy toes and brush my lips across his. “Dustin, this feeling between us means nothing.”
“Little omega, it means everything.”
He lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as my fingers comb through his inky hair.
I push back a little. “Shit, Dustin, I’m perfuming.”
“Your body knows it belongs to the Barclay pack.”
Slick now flows from me, soaking my panties as he stalks through the house and up the stairs. Once in my nest, he tosses me on the bed.
“Your bed smells like my pack brothers. It’s time it smells like me too.”
I smile as he eases my wet panties down my legs. He brings them to his nose and inhales. “Lavender, jasmine, and apples,” he growls.
I sit up and push my lips hard against his as I help him out of his tie, dress shirt, and jacket.
He pauses and holds my gaze. “Tonight, I’ll eat your pussy. It’s always been my favorite dessert.” Dustin winks.
“Fuck, I miss the way you used to make me come.”
Dustin yanks the tiny dress over my head. I sit there totally naked. I don’t feel exposed. This man knows my body. I love the noticeable bulge in his slacks for me.
My fingers trace over his muscled chest. “Eat my pussy, Dustin.”
