Chapter 11 #3
“No clue. We found her. But she probably hates us, called the cops on us, and we’re on the verge of getting either arrested or kicked out of town.”
“Not fucking happening,” I growl. “I’ll tell the sheriff it was a misunderstanding and ask to talk to Lexi to explain ourselves.”
“That is an option.”
My eyes drop to the box of scattered donuts. Sloane looks down and groans.
“Not the donuts!” he drops down and lifts open the box.
“Oh, this one's still good!” He grabs one from the top half of the box and takes a bite.
“Fuck yessss,” he groans. “Maple. Makes my cock hard. And so does peaches and cream. I wonder what the two of them would taste like together. Do you think she would be into food play?”
“Sloane,” I sigh heavily.
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He chuckles, getting to his feet. “Want a bite?”
“No,” I grumble.
“Come on. It will make you feel better,” he singsongs, waving the donut in front of my mouth.
“Nothing will make me feel better,” I growl.
He takes another bite, raising a brow. Chewing then swallowing. “Not even me sucking your cock?”
The image that flashes into my mind makes the cock in question twitch.
“I knew it.” He sounds proud of himself.
“Let’s go.” I roll my eyes and head back the way we came.
“Wait!” he calls out. “I think I can save a few of these.”
“Fucking hell, Sloane. You’re not a fucking dog. Don’t eat food off the ground. We'll go to the bakery and get some more.”
“Fine,” he mutters.
We head back to the bakery, the little bell above the door dinging as we walk in.
The same girl is still behind the counter. “Are you okay?” she asks, looking me over.
Right, the hot chocolate.
“My boyfriend here is such a klutz,” Sloane says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “He tripped over his own foot, and his coffee came flying out onto his face.”
“Uh-huh.” She eyes me suspiciously as I give her a pained smile. I’m going to kill that fucker.
“By any chance, do you have any more of these?” Sloane asks, holding up one of the donuts from the ground.
“No,” she says slowly. “Sorry, we’re all out.”
“Shame,” he sighs, taking another bite. He makes a face. “Should these be crunchy?”
“No...”
He shrugs. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”
“Sorry about him. He was dropped on his head as a baby.”
“Hey,” Sloane protests. “It was one time! And my mom said I was fine.”
“Shut. Up,” I growl before looking back to the girl behind the counter. “Any chance we can put in a special order?” Because I know Sloane won’t stop bugging me about getting more if I don’t.
“I can see what our baker can do. We already do a custom order for one of our regulars, I’m sure a few more won't be a problem."
“Shit,” Sloane mutters. “Uh. Might that regular customer be the one who just left not too long ago with a box?”
“Maybe, why?” She narrows her eyes, then they widen. “Oh my god, did you steal that from her?”
“No,” he protests, defensiveness in his tone. “We didn’t take them. She dropped them.”
“And you ate them off the ground?” She wrinkles her nose.
“Have you never heard of the five-second rule?” he asks her.
It was more than five seconds if we’re being honest here, but I don’t say that because I’m already embarrassed to be standing next to this man right now. My man, my Alpha. Fuck me.
“We’ll be back tomorrow.” I grab Sloane by the arm, dragging him out of the bakery and across the street to our truck. I shove him up against the driver's door and get in his face. “Are you high?” I growl.
He chuckles. “Maybe just a little.” He grins. “Might have grabbed a joint instead of a cigarette.”
“Fucking hell,” I sigh, shoving off him. “Give me the keys and get into the passenger side.”
“Yes, Sir.” He salutes me, winks, then jogs over to the other side.
We get in, and I start the truck up. “So, where are we going now?”
“Back to the hotel. No point in drawing any more attention to ourselves. We’ll figure out a way to talk to Lexi again.”
“We could take a page out of your stalker handbook and stake out the bakery. If she’s a regular and coming back for more donuts, that's our chance. And because we just made an order ourselves, it will be a coincidence that we are there. And not at all creepy stalkerish.”
“You suck,” I mutter, pulling off onto the road.
“I could if you ask me nicely.” He bites his lower lip, giving me a seductive look. Or maybe he’s just really stoned.
With a grunt, I shake my head. “No.”
He pouts. “You’re no fun.”
“You think you deserve to suck my cock, Sloane?” I growl, my hands tightening on the wheel.
“Uh, yeah.” He blinks.
“You were a smartass back there. I don’t think so.”
“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass,” he snorts, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
By the time we get back to the inn, the fucker is passed out cold, mouth open and snoring like a bear in hibernation.
Rolling my eyes, I sigh. Then pause, a smile stretching over my lips.
Leaning over, I carefully reach for the glove compartment, opening it to pull out a black Sharpie.
When I’m done writing my little message, I’m in a much better mood.
“There,” I whisper, putting the cap back on. “Want to be a fucking dick, let the world know just how much you like it.”
Leaving the dumbass in the truck, I head to our room.
I manage to get the hot chocolate out of my hair and off my face, but my shirt is stained.
The way my face looks in the mirror makes me wince. It’s sore to touch and a little red, but it could have been worse.
Freshly cleaned, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk over to the bed.
I sit on the edge, face in my hands. The sigh that leaves me is one of both relief and frustration. Relief over the fact that I finally found my Lexi girl and frustration because I fucked up big time.
“I’ll win you over, my little siren.” I get up and pull on a pair of sweats before turning on the TV and lying back in bed. “One way or the other. I’m not leaving Widows Peak without you.”