Page 94 of Brim Over Boot
“Mm?”
“It’s morning.”
“And?”
“And,” I say, “it’s light out. As in the sun is up, and I’m still here.”
“It’s the weekend,” he says casually, his stubble bristling my shoulder.
“So? Have you met my family? This isn’t going to go unnoticed.”
“You’re a grown man,” Noah rumbles, his hand slipping down between us until it’s covering my ass. He makes a sound of approval, and I realize he’s petting my tattoo again.
Fucking hell.
I will not get a boner. I will not. I will not.
“You’re freaking out,” he says calmly.
“Why aren’tyou?”
He shrugs, kissing just below my ear. “I’ve accepted it.”
I go still. “Accepted what?”
“I think you know.”
Like hell I do.
“I have to go,” I say, weaseling out from under him. My pulse is pounding as I look around the floor for my clothes, finding them in a heap near the foot of the bed. Noah is quiet as I dress, but he sits upright, his legs over the side of the bed, the man rubbing his eyes as his cock lies heavy against his thigh.
I quickly avert my gaze.
“When did you get all those fucking tattoos?” I wonder aloud, shoving my legs into my pants and trying my best to ignore the ache in my ass. It doesn’t hurt. Not exactly.
“College,” he says, cracking a yawn.
“Why flowers?” I ask, my pulse sprinting.
He hums softly, blinking his eyes open and watching me. “My mom liked them.”
I swallow roughly, pulling my shirt over my head. Noah doesn’t say a word as I tug on my socks and zip up my fly, but he speaks before I can walk out the door.
“Colton,” he says, the one word causing my eyes to slip shut. “We said no running.”
“You said,” I fire back, my hands curled into fists at my sides.
“I meant it.”
“I don’t know what this is,” I rasp.
“You’ll figure it out.”
“Oh, fuck off,” I say, turning in his direction, his calm tone pissing me off. “Don’t say it like that, like I’m some sort of…foalwho’s just learning how to walk. I’m not that green, King.”
“No,” he says, smiling now. “You’re certainly no foal. You’re my colt.”
I scowl at the man, and his smile broadens.
