Page 15 of Home for Nathan
His eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
“Yep. He saved Charlie’s life. Among others. He was an omega who got killed by an alpha, and he protects us now.” Nathan headed to the kitchen, letting him trail along after, checking out the huge Victorian hutch along one wall.
“Huh. That’s a new one on me.”
“Oh, you should ask Hank at the Historical Society Museum about it. He owns the tour company that we did the hotel tour with tonight.”
“Sounds great. I thought the tour was super neat.” He sat at a barstool on the living room side of the kitchen island. “Can I do anything?”
“Nope. Now, do you want a beer? Or something else. I got a Basque cheesecake for two from the bakery.”
“Oh, wow. What are you going to have with it?” Zion wasn’t sure beer and cheesecake were a match.
“Decaf.” Nathan winked.
“Then I’ll have that.”
“Cool.”
While Nathan made little pods of coffee and cut cheesecake, he looked around, swiveling on his stool. “So did you make the rugs and the wall hanging?”
“I did.”
“They’re amazing. I love the colors.” Nathan had told Zion he was a textile artist and weaver, and the rugs and wall hanging matched, the yarns in these deep jewel blues and purples mixed with orange and red sunset colors. “Like sunset on the mountains.”
Nathan beamed at him. “That’s it. Yes, that’s exactly what I was going for.”
The look that he got…it was heated and fully directed at him. He didn’t think there was any doubt about the intent behind it. “They’re beautiful. You’re very talented. I love them.”
I want you.
“One day when I have a place of my own, I’m going to have a studio. I have the looms and everything in storage right now. I probably should have sold them, but I couldn’t do it.”
I have room. He didn’t say it, because it was creepy and weird, but it was true. He had the room at his big, rambling farmhouse. “That’s cool.”
“Yeah.” Nathan brought the coffees over, along with the teeny, tiniest little Basque cheesecake he’d ever seen.
“Oh my God, this is adorable.”
“Right? Just enough for the two of us. I like watching you eat cheesecake.” Nathan was blushing as he said it but held his gaze the whole time.
“Oh you do?” Zion liked to hear that. In fact, it started a fire in the pit of his belly.
“You know, I really do. I mean, there’s a lot of that view that I like. Don’t get me wrong. I want to be your friend for sure, but…” Nathan sighed, shook his head, grinned, and then all of a sudden just pushed right up into him, the little belly pressing into his side, and kissed him.
It was like a key fitting into a lock.
He wrapped his arms around Nathan, the motion automatic and immediate and right. His hands found Nathan’s butt, and it was totally reasonable. They belonged there.
Nathan made the sweetest little noise into their kiss—part pleasure, part hunger—and Zion was into it. He wanted to hear more of those. Little ones, loud ones, desperate ones. He wanted to hear every single one ringing in his ears.
He felt ten feet tall and bulletproof when Nathan wrapped around him with both arms and clung to him. He lifted, squeezed, letting Nathan feel his hands on those firm ass cheeks.
So sweet and hot, his Nathan. So open and giving already. And the fact that someone had taken advantage of that made him very alpha and a little ragey. But that wasn’t for now.
And besides, if the jerkface had stuck around, he wouldn’t have this. So Zion pushed everything else aside and kissed Nathan like his life depended on it.
Nathan’s arms crept around his neck, and Nathan just leaned into him, hard little body pushing a little, maybe even clinging. From this close, he could smell his omega. There were notes of peaches and cream and salt and a clean, pure hunger that made him a little dizzy.
