His security sucks.
Raising my fist, I bang on the door like I’m here attempting to break it. I need to startle him enough to open it. There’s a moment where I know that he’s checking the peep hole, and then he’s ripping open the door and swinging at me. Shit, I did a little too well and scared him.
Catching his wrist since I’m taller, I push him further into the loft like apartment, my boot catching the door to kick it closed.
“Tav—”
“Fuck you!” he yells, his knee coming up to make contact with my dick. Twisting my leg in time to save myself, I grunt at how distraught he is. Fuck, that hurt.
Pushing his body away, I open my mouth, only to find that he’s still screaming at me.
“How the fuck did you get in here? I pulled the screen down around the windows,” he yells.
“I wanted to see you,” I say, knowing full well that I’m not helping things. “Why aren’t you open?”
“I… I needed a break,” Tav says, the hand I’m not holding moving to his thigh.
Dammit, who is hurting him?
“Is there someone else here?” I ask, my eyes moving quickly to canvas the loft. It’s all neat and tidy, but that’s all I can notice before he’s pushing me back again.
“You have to go,” he growls. As an omega, his growl is really cute. “Are you here for your guitar? I don’t know if you deserve such a gorgeous piece if you’re going to leave it lying around.”
“I knew it meant I had an excuse to see you again,” I reply. I need to tread carefully. Something really upset him. “I stayed away for too long and that was my fault. I won’t do it again.”
Tav deflates slightly, but I’m still scared to breathe too deeply.
“I considered winding your strings too tightly,” he grumbles.
“People lose eyes that way,” I tease, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “Wouldn’t you miss these gorgeous baby blues?”
“You’re impossible,” he grunts.
“You’re too small and not at all hairy enough to be a Grizzly bear. You do a damn good impression of one,” I say. “So did you fuck up my guitar?”
“No,” he sighs. “You need to restring her though. It’s unsafe to play, since the strings are worn out.”
“So you do worry about these sexy baby blues,” I crow.
There’s no movement inside of the house, and Tav is beginning to relax. He’s also no longer holding onto his thigh, and I wonder if he’s getting muscle cramps. I may need to start bringing him smoothies for that shit.
While I doubt he’s jogging much, these stairs are an intense workout.
“I hear someone asking for a compliment even though he forced his way into my apartment, and doesn’t really deserve one,” Tav says, his lips twitching against his will.
“You can add stalking to your list too,” I say. At his slow blink, I shrug. “What else do you call busking in front of your store? I have a degradation kink, but only for sexy omegas in black rimmed glasses who growl at me.”
I didn’t see my guitar downstairs, and my heart flip flops at the thought that he’s been taking care of it in his apartment.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you,” Tav complains.
“Probably. I know what’ll fix it.”
“Wearing a pair of handcuffs while you take a ride in the back of a squad car?” he asks with an arched brow.
“Kinky, baby. If you want to tie me up, all you need to do is ask. Unfortunately, my thought was a little more mundane. It involves a trip to a music instrument store. I’m new, and I’d prefer the neighborly Minnesotan treatment.”
“We aren’t neighbors,” he snorts. “In case you haven’t noticed, I actively avoid everyone I possibly can. Plus, I don’t believe my Midwest card was delivered to me when I moved here, so you’re shit out of luck on the sweet treatment.”
