world for twenty-eight years, and she knew how it worked. Girls like her didn’t end up with guys like him.
It was time to stop.
Chapter Two
“You could at least bring some coffee for the rest of us.”
“You’ve me confused with someone nice.” Mica sat in the middle of the large leather couch, his big body obliterating over a third of the available space of the spacious sofa. The tempting smell of roasted turkey wafted from the bag, along with hints of whatever surprise Sophie had for him today. Something spicy, something mouthwatering, perfectly made and would melt on his tongue when he finally tasted it.
The same as Sophie would be, when he finally got past those blushing looks and had her spread out before him, that plump little body his to do with what he wanted.
And fuck, he wanted everything .
Mica’s head hit the back of the couch and Granite, the asshole, snickered above him. “Still having mate problems?”
“It was a mistake to get drunk with you.”
Granite gave a superior smirk as he pointed to his face. “You’re the one that let this Hollywood Idol visage fool you into thinking I was a lightweight. That loss was on you, my friend. Besides,” Granite continued as he threw himself on the couch and made a thwarted grab for the food bag, “It was a sympathetic question. All of us could inspire storylines on a telenovela with our mate issues.”
It was said so glibly that if he hadn’t heard Granite’s story during the drink-a-thon, Mica would have pushed the words away. Instead, they were a reminder that Mica’s problems came down to him being a coward, the knot in his stomach whenever he imagined Sophie rejecting him after hearing the truth of what he was making him hesitant to talk to her.
Granite’s mate was raped and turned into a werewolf against her will and now wanted nothing to do with the supernatural world, while Obsidian had his mate stolen from him when he was six and had spent over twenty years searching with still with no luck finding her.
Yeah, Mica needed to shut the fuck up and grow a spine and some balls.
He could’ve started with pulling his mate over the counter and showing her how damn turned-on she made him when that old bitch started in on her. Sophie closed in on herself as soon as the woman began speaking, and he’d been closer to punching an old woman then he would’ve ever believed possible. Sophie wouldn’t look at him after that, and he’d been left helpless before a few words and his own cowardice in not acting, not showing her that to him, there was no one fucking sexier on the planet, no one who could get his dick harder or could get him gunning faster.
His mate was sweet and seductive, was smart and determined, and by being a dumbass he’d already wasted a whole month he could’ve had her riding his dick and moaning his name in that breathy voice of hers.
How could she not know how she affected him? He was an idiot around her, tongue-tied and stupid. It felt like all he did was make moon eyes at her, and that assistant of hers smirked at him whenever he entered the shop. She knew what was going on, but Sophie? Somehow not a clue.
Not a clue how those peasant blouses and long skirts highlighted those gorgeous breasts and generous curves which left him damn near slobbering. That long, dark, curly hair… fuck , it was made for him to sink his fingers into, to use it to pull her head back as he thrust into her from behind, making her ass jiggle as those thighs cushioned him while he was buried inside her. Or he’d use it to guide her head as she blew him, sinking his cock down her throat and fucking her face, those gorgeous green eyes of hers locked on his while he came and she swallowed down every drop.
“Mica, you look like you need a minute.” Obsidian’s voice broke through the tumbling fantasies, and Mica groaned, bashing his head against the back of the couch a few times. “He still having mate
It was time to stop.
Chapter Two
“You could at least bring some coffee for the rest of us.”
“You’ve me confused with someone nice.” Mica sat in the middle of the large leather couch, his big body obliterating over a third of the available space of the spacious sofa. The tempting smell of roasted turkey wafted from the bag, along with hints of whatever surprise Sophie had for him today. Something spicy, something mouthwatering, perfectly made and would melt on his tongue when he finally tasted it.
The same as Sophie would be, when he finally got past those blushing looks and had her spread out before him, that plump little body his to do with what he wanted.
And fuck, he wanted everything .
Mica’s head hit the back of the couch and Granite, the asshole, snickered above him. “Still having mate problems?”
“It was a mistake to get drunk with you.”
Granite gave a superior smirk as he pointed to his face. “You’re the one that let this Hollywood Idol visage fool you into thinking I was a lightweight. That loss was on you, my friend. Besides,” Granite continued as he threw himself on the couch and made a thwarted grab for the food bag, “It was a sympathetic question. All of us could inspire storylines on a telenovela with our mate issues.”
It was said so glibly that if he hadn’t heard Granite’s story during the drink-a-thon, Mica would have pushed the words away. Instead, they were a reminder that Mica’s problems came down to him being a coward, the knot in his stomach whenever he imagined Sophie rejecting him after hearing the truth of what he was making him hesitant to talk to her.
Granite’s mate was raped and turned into a werewolf against her will and now wanted nothing to do with the supernatural world, while Obsidian had his mate stolen from him when he was six and had spent over twenty years searching with still with no luck finding her.
Yeah, Mica needed to shut the fuck up and grow a spine and some balls.
He could’ve started with pulling his mate over the counter and showing her how damn turned-on she made him when that old bitch started in on her. Sophie closed in on herself as soon as the woman began speaking, and he’d been closer to punching an old woman then he would’ve ever believed possible. Sophie wouldn’t look at him after that, and he’d been left helpless before a few words and his own cowardice in not acting, not showing her that to him, there was no one fucking sexier on the planet, no one who could get his dick harder or could get him gunning faster.
His mate was sweet and seductive, was smart and determined, and by being a dumbass he’d already wasted a whole month he could’ve had her riding his dick and moaning his name in that breathy voice of hers.
How could she not know how she affected him? He was an idiot around her, tongue-tied and stupid. It felt like all he did was make moon eyes at her, and that assistant of hers smirked at him whenever he entered the shop. She knew what was going on, but Sophie? Somehow not a clue.
Not a clue how those peasant blouses and long skirts highlighted those gorgeous breasts and generous curves which left him damn near slobbering. That long, dark, curly hair… fuck , it was made for him to sink his fingers into, to use it to pull her head back as he thrust into her from behind, making her ass jiggle as those thighs cushioned him while he was buried inside her. Or he’d use it to guide her head as she blew him, sinking his cock down her throat and fucking her face, those gorgeous green eyes of hers locked on his while he came and she swallowed down every drop.
“Mica, you look like you need a minute.” Obsidian’s voice broke through the tumbling fantasies, and Mica groaned, bashing his head against the back of the couch a few times. “He still having mate
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