Page 104 of Brim Over Boot
Leaning back, he looks me in the eyes, his more than a little wild. “Fuck, Colt. You moan the same way eating that sandwich as you do when I fuck you.”
“Beg your fucking pardon?” I rasp.
“Is it really that good?”
Noah makes a grab for it, and I pull the sandwich out of reach.
“Maybe you’re just that average,” I shoot back.
He smirks at me.Smirks. “That’s not it. Gimme a bite.”
“Fuck you,” I bark, curling my body to block the last half of the lunch Noah is trying to steal. Never mind the fact that he got it for me in the first place. One does not steal another man’s panini.
“Colt,” he says in warning.
“No-ah,” I warn right back.
His hand lands on my thigh. I freeze as he rather pointedly runs his palm toward my cock. The next second, Noah is snatching the sandwich out of my grip and ripping off a bite with his teeth. I stare at him in shock.
“That was fucking dirty!”
“Mm,” he hums with a grin. “Very good.”
I swipe my sandwich back. “You absolute dick. Hate you.”
He chuckles, a sound that doesnotgo to my cock. “I’ll buy you another one.”
I wait for him to exit the vehicle and follow through on that promise, but he doesn’t move. He goes back to eating his own lunch as I glare at him.
“And when, precisely, would that be?” I ask, finishing off my much smaller sandwich.
He shrugs. “Maybe tomorrow. If you’re lucky.”
I gape at him. “If I’mlucky?”
His smile is disarming. One minute, the man is teasing me, albeit good-naturedly. And the next, he’s looking at me like…likehe’dbe the lucky one to buy me lunch again tomorrow.
I clear my throat. “Does that mean you’re gonna kidnap me again?”
“You could always come easily.”
“Usually do around you,” I mutter.
Noah barks a laugh, apparently having heard me. “Colt, if you think you’ve beeneasy, you need to readjust your system of measures. You are the most infuriatingly stubborn man—”
“Amnot.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Stubborn man I’ve ever met. And pulling you in has been the exact opposite ofeasy.”
I squirm as he holds my eye, confused by the wash of disappointment I feel at those words. What? Like I care if Noah thinks I’m too…difficult?
“Colt,” the man says, tone far gentler than I would’ve thought him capable of in the past. He seems to read what’s on my mind, because his hand clasps my neck, and he squeezes tight. “I never asked for easy. I don’t need it. But if you ever get tired of fighting, it won’t change anything. All right?”
He waits as if there’s a simple response to that. As if Noah telling me I can be any version of myself around him is a simple fucking thing.
“Come here,” he says, not waiting for me to move, simply tugging me in by the back of my neck.
His lips meet mine again, less forceful this time but no less terrifying. There’s a stutter in my chest I’m starting to worry is permanent around this man, and Noah only makes it worse when he rumbles low in his throat like I’m the best thing he’s ever had the honor of sampling.
