The Boy Next Door

Chapter Nine

“We?”

He dragged her over his body, pinning her to his chest with his arms around her middle. “Yes, mate, we. I need to know everything you remember about them, baby, so that my brothers and I can find them.” Of course, he would probably get his ass kicked for volunteering them all, but that was beside the point.

She went silent and he had just begun to wonder what was running through her mind when she planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, staring him dead in the eye. Or trying to, anyway. Despite their positions, she was still a bit short. “Colton, your mother…” She broke off, glancing away, again, as she bit her lip. 

“Is insane, I know, and I am so sorry. It just takes awhile to get used to her.” He should know. Christ, he was twenty-eight years old and he still wasn’t used to his mother’s “quirks” as his father called them.

“No-well, okay she kind of is, but that’s not the point. There was something she said earlier and what you just said reminded me of it.” She paused and Colton had to clench his fists at his sides in order to keep from pulling the hair from his head.

Because he knew, he just knew, what his mother had let slip.

“What is a mate?”

Damn her. Damn his mother and her big mouth! He was never speaking to her again. Never. Not even when she tried to bribe him with chocolate cake… okay, so he would probably take the cake, but that was it! After that, he was never speaking to her again.

…Unless she had more chocolate…

“Colton,” It was her hand tapping his cheek that finally brought him back to the present.

“Huh? What?” He blinked up into her smiling face a distant part of his mind still thinking about the chocolate cake he knew his mother would be making him when he confronted her about earlier that morning.

“You’re drooling.” She giggled, absolute merriment lighting up her expression as she watched him.

He ran the back of his hand over his mouth and-huh, what do you know. He was drooling. Well, that was embarrassing.  He could feel a blush staining his cheeks and that only seemed to entertain her more.

“And now you’re blushing. That must have been some daydream, huh.” He groaned, closing his eyes as the blush in his cheeks grew stronger and she laughed again. “Oh come on, I think it’s cute.”

“’Cause that really strokes a man’s ego.”

She snorted. “The last thing you need is your ego stroked.” Now how had he known she was going to say that?

“You could always stroke something else.” Now wasn’t the time to tease her, he knew. She was still adjusting to everything she now knew, it wasn’t fair of him to take advantage of her confusion, but it was difficult to think of anything else when he knew all that was separating his aching c0ck from her hot little pu$$y was a few layers of clothing. 

Wide eyes shot to where she was straddling his hips a second before she scrambled off the couch, squeaking in surprise when her bottom hit the floor. “That was so lame,” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, hell woman. It’s just a little hard to think with you pushing that tight little pu$$y of yours right up against my d!ck.” He helped her off the floor, ignoring the fact that he was enjoying this all a little too much for his sanity to be entirely intact. Insanity tended to run in his family, though, so he wasn’t all that worried.

“You’re the one that put me in your lap.” She reminded him sweetly and he could practically feel her eyes narrowing on his back when he turned and stalked into the kitchen.