“Hmm,” they look up at the menu board, eyes scanning across it. “Probably best to start with something sweet. The Milky Way Mocha is one of my favorites, let’s try that. Iced, though, because summer. Duh.”
Riley orders for both of us, and I’m thrilled when it tastes even better than it smells. We take our to-go cups and head back outside, Riley taking my hand again as he grins at me.
“You like?”
“I love it!”
“Good, because we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Riley
Sage is a delight to spoil. She’s open to pretty much anything, and when it comes to sweets, she’s not picky at all. After the coffee shop, we stop at the bakery across the street and I buy us an assortment of pastries.
I pull out a chair for her on the outdoor patio and bow from the waist with my hand out, gesturing for her to sit.
“M’lady,” I say, grinning when Sage laughs, tiny crinkles forming along her sparkling brown eyes.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Yep.” I grin, sitting next to her instead of across the table so we can share the pastries. And so I can be closer to her. I point as I name each one.
“Raspberry tart, chocolate chip croissant, banana bread, zucchini bread—my favorite, pistachio macarons, and lemon macarons.”
She immediately reaches for a lemon macaron and a little thrill zips up my spine. She takes a tentative nibble, and I try not to stare but I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for her reaction.
“Mmm!” Her entire face lights up with surprise and she pulls back to inspect the macaron, then takes a second bite. “This is so good, it tastes like how I imagine you would.”
My cock is half hard in my pants and those words do not help the situation.
“You’ve imagined how I taste?” I lick my lips and wink at her, realizing she might be embarrassed by that admission.
Her cheeks darken and she looks down, but before I can say anything further, her eyes peek up at me through dark lashes. She bites her lip as her eyes dart to my mouth.
“I’ve thought about how you taste, too, pretty Sage.” I wish I could purr, I’m so pleased with how this date is going so far.
My next breath is laced with her lavender vanilla as it perfumes into the air around us and I have to stifle a moan. She smells so freaking good.
I gotta cut this off before I devour her right here and now.
“Try this one,” I say, passing her a pink macaron next.
We devour the entire box, and then I realize we probably should have saved some for Brooks. He’s across the street, sitting on a bench with one ankle propped on the opposite knee as he surveys the street around us.
“He’s such a good alpha daddy watchdog,” I comment.
Sage snorts, shooting bread crumbs across the table as she nearly chokes. She coughs, one hand going to her throat as she fluctuates between laughing and coughing, her face turning adorably pink.
“Oops,” I say with a smirk, passing her my still-full glass of water. Across the street, Brooks stands up, alarm crossing his face.
“Careful there. Alpha daddy watchdog is about to bust a nut worrying over you.”
Sage coughs again, pounding a hand on her chest, then takes a long gulp of water.
“Oh my god,” she finally says between gasps. “I wish he had heard you say that.”
I grin so wide it hurts. “That can certainly be arranged. Just for you, my favorite omega.”
