Page 46 of Knot His Beast
“Paperwork that seems to go on forever,” I groan, opening my door. “I’m asking the realtor to insist the owner update the well water supply while we’re forced to wait. I was willing to take the property as is, but now they’re irritating. I’m willing to play hardball for my patience.”
“God, why is that so sexy?” Tav mumbles, getting out of the truck quickly.
Too late, baby. I heard you.
Hiding my smile, I catch up to him and grab his hand to keep him from moving too fast. His cuts are nowhere near healed, which means walking isn’t comfortable for him. I don’t want him to push too hard and hurt himself.
“The house reminds me of a rambling ranch home,” I explain to him, pointing it out. “I have the code to show you around. Watch your step here, baby. Do you see the vaulted ceilings?”
Tav’s eyes widen as he walks. His eyes are directed toward the porch, and he almost misses the step since he’s not paying attention. Smirking, I pick him up while he’s completely enthralled by the architecture.
Tav barely notices once his feet are back on the ground, which makes me happy because I fully plan to take advantage of how spacy he is. I’m going to show him this beautiful ranch to make him dream about joining me here one day, and then I’m going to announce I’m moving in with him in the interim.
Sneaky? Perhaps. I don’t want him to live alone anymore. I hate how mean the voices in his head are to him, and I want to point out they’re fucking lying to him by staying.
Bending down, I enter the code my realtor gave me and push open the door. Tav moves in a dazed state as he walks into the house, and I let him wander while I follow behind him. Thekitchen is a dream, the living room and open floor plan perfect for not feeling closed in. It reminds me a lot of his loft.
This house is airy without feeling as if a draft is coming through. It also holds heat well when winter inevitably comes through, and I can plant a garden beyond the covered wraparound porch out back in the spring. I fell in love with it for a reason, and it appears that Tav is obsessed with this house too.
“It’s so big,” he whispers. “What are you going to do with all the space?”
“I’m going to start with moving you in,” I reply. “As soon as the ink is dry, it’s ours.”
“You…excuse me?” Tav gasps. He doesn’t understand he’s mine in every way but my bite, and that’s an inevitable thing.
I want to have time to court him so he can understand I’m perfectly happy with exactly who he is. It’s very important to me.
“I didn’t stutter,” I growl, deciding he’s too far from me.
Stalking the distance between us, I cup the back of his head and kiss him until he’s breathless and clinging to me.
“This doesn’t make sense,” he says breathlessly. His beautiful eyes tell me he believes that.
“Sometimes, it doesn’t have to,” I say, scent marking his cheek with mine. Tav groans as he perfumes for me and I breathe him in with a happy sigh.
My cock is getting hard, but I can’t do anything about it. I have another surprise for Tav after I finish the house tour.
“How did you find this place?” he asks, following beside me as I walk through what will be our home soon.
“I gave my realtor a list of things I wanted. I know it’s just outside the city, but I miss the country. This way, I get the best of both worlds. I can enjoy having pigs and chickens while still being able to go into the city with you,” I explain.
“Chickens?” Tav asks, chuckling as we finish the tour and step outside.
Oh good, he’s not worried about the pigs. This will work out very well…
“They’re adorable,” I reassure him. “I’ll make them a chicken coop.”
“Wait,” he murmurs, watching me lock up. “What do you mean by ‘make it’?”
“I changed your door, didn’t I? I’m very handy.”
I pitch my voice just right so it’s between a growl and a purr. Tav rewards me with his lashes fluttering, and I can see goosebumps on his forearms. No matter how cold it is out, he tends to push his sweater up his arms. Since I love the musical notes dancing over his skin, I’ll always enjoy the view.
“Maybe I need more examples of your handyman skills,” Tav mumbles. “Can you lose the shirt while you do it?”
“Are you objectifying me?” I tease him. “‘Cause I like it.”
I make sure I add that part because I don’t want him to think I don’t enjoy it. Tav’s anxiety is an asshole, and it doesn’t need any more fodder to feed his racing thoughts.
