“The pig?”
“Pigs eat anything,” he states.
I snort, chuckling so hard, I fall over on the couch, clutching my stomach. “You won’t have to feed him to Marvin. Promise. As protective as you are of me, so is Oklahoma. Tonight, let’s just have fun. We can make videos for our followers and update them on everything.”
“I know it’s only been a few days, but they have been wondering where you are. Even though we have been chasing and updating them, they are getting worried about you.”
“I’ll give them an update when we are on our way to the bar.”
A knock at the cabin door has me stand so fast, I sway. I toss the pillow on the couch and double-check my outfit in the old, cracked mirror hanging on the wall.
I’m not wearing anything special.
I’m wearing jeans, boots, and a bandana-type shirt that ties around the back. The material is gold and shines when the lighthits the threads. The top shows a lot of skin, but I wanted Oklahoma to see me in anything other than my typical outfit.
“You’d think you’ve never seen him before with how you’re acting,” Ruka teases, running his fingers through his own dark hair to make sure he looks good too.
I want Oklahoma’s jaw to hit the floor when he sees me. Taking a deep breath, I swing the door open to find him, Westin, and Jazz standing there. Westin and Jazz are arguing, but Oklahoma’s sights are on me.
His eyes shift to red, and his knuckles turn white as he tightens his hold around a bouquet. A soft growl makes Westin and Jazz stop arguing. They smile when they see me.
“Damn, Nari! You look beautiful.”
Oklahoma turns to them slowly, like a predator about to go in for the kill, giving them a dangerous glare.
Westin pretends to lock his mouth and throws the key into the pasture, a silent way of saying he won’t speak another word.
Oakley climbs up the steps, towering over me. He takes off his hat and presses it against his chest. “You are fucking breathtaking, Sugar. Give me a spin.” He takes my hand, lifting it above my head, and I twirl. “Gorgeous,” he says when our eyes meet. “I’m one lucky man.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Ruka threatens. He stares down at the flowers Oklahoma is holding, a lovely bundle of daisies. “I suppose you aren’t completely horrible since you brought her flowers. I’m watching you, though.” He points two fingers between them, the global signal of being watched.
“I’m horrified,” Oklahoma’s voice turns monotone. “Shaking in my boots.”
Ruka snatches the flowers. “As you should be. I’m going to go put these in water. Brighten up the place. When was the last time you cleaned in here?”
“Nineteen—” Oklahoma stops himself. “Nineteen or so weeks ago?” He tries to recover by clearing his throat.
“You did a horrible job.” Ruka marches into the small kitchen and grabs a mason jar, fills it with water, and cuts the stems at the bottom before placing them in the glass.
He sets them on the dining room table, and they really do brighten up the space.
My vampire mate tugs me forward by slipping his finger through the belt loop. He gives me a quick kiss, his fangs teasing my bottom lip.
“You look absolutely breathtaking, Nariko.” He bends down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to feed from you tonight in front of everyone. There’s no way I’ll be able to control myself with you in those tight fucking jeans and this”—he plays with the string tying my top—“tiny shirt. Do you know how many men I might have to kill tonight?”
“Oakley,” I lightly scold, my heart racing with excitement.
A little violence never hurt anybody.
“I mean it,” he growls. “You’re risking a lot of lives looking so damn good.” The rough pads of his fingers trace along my back where my shirt ties.
Goosebumps appear all over my body, my nerve endings awakening from his touch.
“I’ll take that chance,” I reply on a shaky breath, wishing we were by ourselves.
And it’s going to be hours before we’re alone again.
Is it too late to cancel plans?
