Page 30 of Goose

“As soon as I got you upstairs, I knew you were starting to sober up. Zane was watering down your drinks throughout the night, babe.”

I laugh as I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatcha making us to eat?”

“Pretzel nachos. Fresh pretzels because I know you hate the frozen ones.”

Fuck me.I smile and lean on the island to watch him cook.

He turns back to cooking and sighs. “Wanted to ask you, what’s with you and Zane?”

“Nothing. He’s a sweet kid. He helps me out a lot around the Clubhouse. Zane was a huge help this morning, getting ready for that party. We started talking about our past and he got quiet. I think talking about his dad set him back.”

Goose shrugs. “I think he’s got a crush on you. What else did you guys talk about?”

“Our dads. His was a lot like mine. The only reprieve for him was that his dad popped in and out of his life. Raised by a single mama on the Reservation.”

Goose nods. “I knew some of that. We don’t really talk about our feelings, ya know.”

I laugh as he throws some bacon on the cast iron pan.

“I know. You don’t live in a henhouse. But it feels like he’s struggling lately. He never got around to talking about his mama.”

“Well, he can come to you for girl talk. I’m his brother, not his therapist.”

I sigh and get up to head to the fridge. I grab the scallions and put them on the counter. Grabbing a knife, I chop them up.

Goose slides past me, gently grabbing my hips as he reaches for a cookie sheet. Goosebumps spread down my arms as his hands touch me.My body always responds to everything this man does.

He gently kisses my head as he turns back to the bacon. We silently cook everything together in perfect harmony.

As we finish up, Goose grabs two bottles of beer and heads into the living room. I grab napkins and the plate and follow him.

We place everything on the coffee table and plop onto the couch together.

Goose places his arm around me and pulls me in close to him. His hand runs through my hair as he kisses the top of my head.

“What do you wanna watch, babe?”

I shrug and grab a bite of the nachos. “Whatever you want. Surprise me.”

Goose nods and grabs the remote, scrolling through the options. He finally settles on a comedy show and leans back after grabbing a bite to eat.

As I take a sip of my beer, I can feel him staring at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him gazing at me with those smoldering eyes.

“You gonna keep staring at me all night?”

He laughs and grabs my beer, placing it on the table. Pulling me onto his lap, he crushes his lips to mine.

Goose’s scent and taste overwhelm my senses; woods with hints of mint and tobacco. The taste of the hops from the beer wash over my tongue as Goose’s tongue slips past my lips.

His hands tangle in my hair as he devours me. I’m utterly intoxicated by him. Goose is one addiction I never want to be cured from.

A tiny moan slips out as he pulls my head back by my hair, kissing down my neck. Goose knows every sweet spot; he knows every touch to make me go crazy.

He gently lays me on my back as he pushes up the shirt to expose my breasts.

“Fuck, Bambi. You are so goddamn pretty.”

His tongue goes straight to work on my nipple as I moan and wiggle underneath him.Slow, fast, slow, fast, bite. He can make me orgasm just from his tongue on my breasts.

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