Page 52 of Sweet Whiskey
CHAPTER 23
COLT
As soon as I fling the door open, her pheromones attack all my senses. I stagger a step into the wall, inhaling deeply. My cock hardens to steel, roughly rubbing against my jeans, and I let out a hiss when I undo the zipper to free it. Pulling my shirt over my head, I shove my boots off my feet as I stalk toward the nest in only my tight boxers.
Brooks looks up at me as I stumble into the large sunroom we’d converted. He holds a finger up to his lips, gently untangling himself from Kinsey and grabbing his underwear off the floor. He nods to the kitchen, and I follow him out, even if my heart aches to get back to my girl. I don’t care thatI’m nearly naked; the thought of putting clothes back on makes me twitchy.
“She had a large spike, but I don’t think she’s in heat just yet,” he says, grabbing a couple of waters and a bowl of fruit from the fridge.
“But you’re sure it’s coming?”
Brooks nods.
I pull out my phone, text Dallas a list of supplies to grab, then crack open a window to air out the stench of their mixed scents and sex.
“You knotted her?” I ask, unable to look at his face.
The water bottle on Brooks’s lips stills before he slowly sets it down on the counter. “I made sure her head was clear, Colt. I even tried to tell her no multiple times?—”
My attention snaps to him. “I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I just wanted to know how far you got.”
He swallows. “Yeah, yeah…I knotted her. And I’m not sure if she’s on birth control. She didn’t give me a straight answer.”
Our gazes meet and don’t stray from each other, and I tighten my jaw before running a hand over my hair.
“We’re doing this then? She’s ours.”
Brooks blows out a breath. “I can’t imagine a life without her.”
My lips quirk in a smile and he rolls his eyes, pushing at my shoulder.
“You can’t say shit, brother. You bought her a goddamn house.”
A chuckle rumbles in my throat, and I shake my head. “I was gone at first glance that night.”
“Me too. I almost tore off the handle on your truck because I wanted to follow her,” Brooks says, leaning against the corner with a satisfied smile.
Dallas replies asking what Kinsey wants, and some of the tension eases in my shoulders.
“Great, Dallas is grabbing some emergency food and some extra sheets for the nest. I texted Maverick, we may be out for a few days.”
Brooks startles. “We need to text Brielle. I have no doubt she’ll come storming in if she can’t get a hold of Kinsey.”
My eyebrows raise, but I agree with him, then my lips pull into a vicious smirk. “I’ll have Maverick handle that as well.”
Brooks tilts his head to the side. “They got something going on?”
“I think he wants there to be, but Brielle…”
“Is being Brielle. Got it.”
I laugh, but it stops suddenly when there’s a whimper coming from the other room. My cock hardens in anticipation, and I glance back at Brooks. “You know, at the end of the day, she’s not so bad, because it’s kind of nice to know someone so fierce is at our girl’s side.”
Brooks grins. “I think the two of them caused more trouble than we know.”
“Something tells me that little one was the ringleader though.”
“Come on. I don’t like the idea of leaving her alone up there too long,” Brooks says, grabbingthe food and drinks he had made. I help him carry up the rest, then move down the hall to grab extra towels and sheets.
