Page 142 of Knot What I Expected

I want to fix her fucking car properly. Then replace it.

I want⁠—

“Jesus Christ.”

This isn't just sex. Not for me.

Maybe it should be.

God knows, it would be easier if it was.

But somewhere between smelling her at The Joint and watching her son eat half my fries, this female got under my skin. And tonight she's about to let me closer.

The thought terrifies me.

Monster is completely fucking calm.

Mate.

“Don't push.”

Mine.

“Not until she says so.”

The Wolf doesn't argue.

That surprises me. Maybe because even the monster understands.

Gabriella isn't something we take. She's someone we need to choose us.

Her brake lights flare.

We're here.

I pull in behind her and put the truck in park. Then I sit there.

Like a fucking idiot.

My hands remain on the wheel while I watch her climb out.

This is her last chance to chicken out. Maybe I should give her a minute.

Maybe—

Gabriella marches straight toward my truck. My eyebrows rise. She reaches the driver's side. Yanks open my door.

“Come on.”

I stare at her. Her cheeks are pink. Her hair is wild around her face, and there's nervousness in those amber eyes.

But there's desire too.

So much fucking desire.

“Now who's bossy?”

“Havoc.”