Page 90 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Sorry. Not possible, next!” She shouts back.

A laugh vibrates in my chest as I head into the back to grab the till drawer.

Today is going to be a long day. I can’t fucking wait.

A few hours into the workday, Violet has taken it upon herself to help organize things. And honestly, she’s pretty good at it.

“Are you sure you’ve never worked in retail?” I ask her as I take a look at all the changes.

“Actually, I have,” she laughs, pulling herself up so that she’s sitting on the front counter. “Got my first job at sixteen at the mall. Worked at a clothing store.”

“And how did you like that?” I ask, making my way over to her.

She shrugs, her braid hanging over her shoulder, moving with her motions. My hand itches to wrap around it. And I can imagine doing just that as I fuck her from behind.

Shaking my head, I curse my dick for perking up.

Her lips twitch, telling me she can smell my arousal. It’s hard being around her this long, in close proximity, and not wanting to eat her alive. She smells amazing, she’s gorgeous as hell, and I’ve been aching to get my cock inside her for ages now.

Only reason I haven’t is because I know I won’t be able to hold back in knotting her, and I sure as fuck won’t be able to stop myself from leaving my mark on her.

“It got me a discount on the style of clothes I liked, which were very pricey at the time. Helped save my paychecks from going all to my wardrobe.”

I walk over to her until I’m standing between her legs, an arm on each side of her thighs, my lips inches away from hers.

She swallows hard, and I smirk as her apple pie perfume fills the air.

It takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself, so I curl them into fists as my eyes stare into hers.

“And what would you use your money on then?” I ask, voice low and husky.

“Food, of course.” She grins, but I can see the arousal bright in her eyes.

The way she reacts to us from just a simple touch, look, or smile means something. And fuck if it doesn’t mean everything to all of us.

“Ah, yes. Food is good,” I murmur, my eyes dropping to her lips. She licks them, taking a shuddering breath.

“And boys,” she adds on.

My eyes snap up to hers, brow furrowing as a low growl forms in my chest. She grins in amusement.

“Boys?” I grunt in annoyance.

“Oh, yeah. I had all the boys after me.” She smiles wider. “Most of my friends were guys. I’d go to all sorts of places with them. The movies, concerts, and parties—you know, stuff like that.”

“How many of these friends thought they had a right to touch my Omega?” I growl, leaning forward and brushing my lips against hers.

She laughs. “You didn’t even know me back then.”

“Doesn’t mean you still weren't mine,” I huff. “It was written in the stars.”

“Look at you,” she laughs, pure joy lighting up her face. “You're so jealous.”

Tucking my face into her neck, I growl before nipping at her throat.

Her laughter dies, turning into a low moan. “I don’t like the thought of someone else touching what's mine.” I move up slowly, taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking hard. “I don’t want to find out how many people you’ve been with or who, because I’m telling you right now, baby girl.” I move back so that I can look at her hungry eyes. “I’d kick all of their asses.”

“Thomas,” she whimpers, squirming in her spot.

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