Page 91 of My Knotty Mountain Men

Grinning, I press a kiss to her nose. “Lunchtime,” I tell her, taking a step back.

She lets out a growl in protest as I make my way to the front door and lock it, flipping the sign around to let people know I’ll be open again in a half hour.

“You’re mean,” she huffs, her pretty blue eyes shooting daggers at me.

“No. I’m not,” I counter. “We’re at work, Violet. And as much as I want to take you over this desk right now, I can’t.”

“Like fuck you can’t,” she growls.

My eyes widen as I let out a surprised chuckle. She’s a feisty little thing sometimes, and it’s a major turn on. Seeing her and Nolan team up to get under Aiden’s skin is a lot of fun.

“What we need to be doing now is eating.”

Heading into the back, I grab the food I brought with me from the fridge and bring it out to Violet, who’s still sitting on the counter pouting. Only she’s spun around and is now facing away from the front of the store, legs up on the counter and crossed under her.

She looks cute today, embracing plaid. She’s wearing a white t-shirt and a red and black button-up. Only the buttons are not done up, showing off her ever-growing breasts. They are fucking fantastic, so big and plump. I want to watch them swallow my cock as I fuck them.

“When you said we need to be eating, I didn’t think you meant me,” she says in amusement. My eyes snap up from her breasts to her face. Shit, she caught me staring.

“How about you be a good girl and let your Alpha feed you.” I clear my throat, bringing the food over and placing it down on the counter.

“Or... I could feed you.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Trust me, I want nothing more than to feast on her pretty pink pussy right now. But now is not the time.

Does she know how much she’s killing me right now? How much I fucking crave her?

Closing my eyes, I try to take in a steadying breath, only I just inhale her tempting scent, and my mouth starts to water. Not tomention how my cock is painfully straining against my zipper. Not a good feeling.

“Violet,” I huff out.

“Yes, Alpha?” she replies in a sweet tone. I open my eyes to find her batting her lashes at me.

“You're being a brat,” I warn, raising a brow.

“Who, me?” She gasps, placing her hand on her chest. “I would never.”

My lips twitch with a smile. Opening the lunch kit, I show her what's inside. “What do you want first? Strawberries or cheese and crackers.” I have more in here if she wants it, but with her stomach being unpredictable, I don’t want her eating anything too heavy and end up feeling sick. I do a good job at keeping the bathroom clean, but it’s not up to par for what I want for my Omega to be hanging her head over.

Without taking her eyes off me, she answers, “Strawberries.”

Why does she have to say it like that? With her voice all low and sensual like.

Well, if she wants to play that game, I can, too.

I don’t look away as I reach for the container. Opening the lid, I take one out and raise it to her lips.

She parts them, and my heartbeat kicks up a few notches. She blinks a few times as she leans in and wraps them around the berry.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I hold back my groan. She bites down, some of the juice dripping down her lip as she chews. But it’s the moans she releases that have me ready to say fuck it all.

Leaning forward, I lick the juice from her lip.

She sucks in a breath and whimpers, “Thomas.”

Who the fuck am I kidding? I have no control when it comes to my Omega.

Growling, I grab the back of her head and press my lips to hers. She moans against my lips, parting hers so I can deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together.

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