Page 49 of Knot His Beast
Bentley has only lived here for a few days and I don’t know if I’ve ever been so goddamn horny in my life. Being so close to him, smelling that woodsy scent coming off of him, I could definitely climb that man like a tree and stay there for all of eternity, but that isn’t going to happen.
Why?
Because Bentley Walker is either the world’s most gentlemanliest alpha to ever live, or he’s a big fucking tease who enjoys driving me up the wall way more than he likes orgasming.
The rational part of my brain knows the big guy sits somewhere in between those two extremes, but I’m not being rational. Mainly because the man has been shooting alpha pheromone lasers out of him from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed, and he does absolutely nothing about it butkiss me until my face is numb while I grind so hard against him my dick is going to start ripping holes in my jeans.
It’s infuriating. Still hot, but infuriating.
But that brings me full circle because I’m hornier than I’ve ever been while my OCD is rating somewhere way off the charts, and that has turned me into this weird, super crabby, huffy, needy, clingy version of myself I’ve never seen before.
Hence pissed off at the world.
I scowl as I lift one of his white t-shirts to my nose, inhaling deeply before I toss it in with the rest of the clothes. “Asshole.”
Squatting down, I look at the size of the load, deciding if I can get away with adding more and just when I’m about to call it good, I feel something nudge my hip.
“Oh, you are just the sweetest little angel baby, aren’t you?” I whisper as Bella drops the missing sock at my feet before she plants her butt next to Floyd.
“So smart, finding your big stinky daddy’s sock.”
I smile and reach out, grabbing the offending piece of cotton before scratching behind her ear and I can’t help the small chuckle that escapes me as I watch my dog proceed to lick all over Bella’s face. It’s like he’s proud of her. Hell, I know he is. Floyd took to the piglet faster than I expected and now he acts like he gave birth to her on his own like some miraculous conception shit. He fusses over her the best he can, follows her everywhere and makes sure she’s okay, and the little pig definitely reciprocates. Whenever Floyd has a narcolepsy spell, Bella sits right there next to him, keeping watch until he wakes up, and she’s basically become his seeing eye pig. They even share the dog bed when they can’t con me into sleeping in ours.
Mine.
My bed.
The bed.
Ugh.
I roll my eyes as I give Floyd a good scratch, too, then get to my feet and start the washer with a sigh. One that turns into a growl of frustration when I hear the shower stop because that means Bentley is finally done, and there are more whites in there that I should be washing.
That man is going to be the death of me.
So, I take the five steps over to the bathroom door, cross my arms against my chest and wait.
If he doesn’t bring his towels out after the way I’ve bitched about him leaving them on the curtain rod all week, I might rocket right through the ceiling.
“Hey, I was wondering, where is your nest?”
I poise for a fight as the door opens, my mouth forming words that get caught in my throat the second the steam rolls out of the bathroom.
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it, shirtless Bentley makes my brain short circuit. Wet, dewy, flushed, only wearing a towel while he uses another on his long blonde hair, Bentley instantly gives me a boner, makes me perfume, and I’m pretty sure drops my IQ several levels.
“Tav?”
My jaw goes slack as I stare at him, my arms slowly falling to my sides and dangling like they’re barely attached. My glasses fog up as my eyes hone in on his chest and the light dusting of hair, the millions of muscles, and the way that towel around his waist is hanging on for dear life.
“Tav, baby, you keep looking at me like that and we’re going to have a problem.”
With a huff, my eyes snap to his and I reach up to take off my glasses, clean them, then shove them back on my face a little too hard. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Bentley gives me a lopsided grin. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Apparently I don’t. At all.” When that grin turns into a frown, my annoyance kicks up to level one hundred, and I turn around and stalk toward the couch. “Are you going grocery shopping today?”
I hear him follow me, no urgency to his steps as his bare feet pad across the hard wood floor. “Do you need me to?”
