Page 17 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“Fuck you both sideways.” But I’m grinning too. This is what I love about my pack. We can go from intense to stupid in seconds flat.
“Seriously, though,” Ridge leans forward. “We need to be careful. She’s our boss now, technically. And she’s alone, unmated, probably scared under all that sass. If we spook her, she could make our lives hell.”
“Or kick us out,” Walker adds quietly.
The reminder sobers us all. This ranch is everything to us. The only real home we’ve ever built together.
“We’ll be smart about it,” I promise. “Keep things professional.”
They both stare at me.
“What? I can do that.”
“You were just hiding a hard-on with your hat earlier in your seat,” Ridge points out.
“That’s… Shut up.”
“Anyway, I got a few more things to finish,” Ridge adds, so he and Walker head outside. I end up in my bedroom, needing space to think. To breathe air that doesn’t carry her scent.
Except my room faces the guesthouse. And there she is, moving inside, past the window.
This is bad. This is very, very bad.
I’ve gone too long without sinking into a woman. Plenty of Betas in town are happy to scratch that itch, but I haven’t had any desires. And I’ve never been with an Omega. Never wanted to deal with the complications.
But this one… Christ, this one is calling to something primal in me.
I unbuckle my belt, pop the button on my jeans. My cock springs free, already leaking. What the hell? I haven’t been this worked up in a long time.
She appears on the porch for a moment, staring outat the fields. The setting sun turns her hair to flame, and I’m already fisting my cock, rough and desperate.
One hand braced on the wall, the other working my length like a man possessed. I picture her in my truck again, that scent wrapping around me. Imagine peeling those leggings down her thighs, spreading her out on my bench seat.
In my mind, she’s bare and perfect, crawling over my lap. She’s dripping wet, her breasts in my face as she straddles me. I take one pink nipple into my mouth, and she moans my name…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss, pumping faster. My knot is already swelling at the base, something that usually takes a lot more work.
She shifts on the porch, hips cocking as she leans against the railing, and I’m done for. I come with a growl, barely managing to grab tissues in time. Still make a mess on the curtain like some kind of animal.
I’m panting, watching her disappear back inside.
Three months of this sweet torture.
She’s going to destroy me. Turn me inside out and leave me howling at her door like a beast stripped of its mate.
And the worst part? I’m already looking forward to it.
Damn it all to hell.
5
SOPHIA
Istand in my fairy-tale cottage, trying to process the last twelve hours. This morning I was in Chicago, thinking I’d sign some papers and be home by the weekend. Now I’m living in Montana with three cowboys who make my body burn like it hasn’t gotten the memo that I’m doing just fine on my own.
My phone buzzes. A text from my bestie, Meredith.
Signs of life? Do I need to send a search party?
