Read Online Facing Off with Alexi (Witch Field Prowlers Book 2) by Selena Illyria - Free Book Online

“Just so you know, if I threaten to stick noisy little children into an oven due to lack of sleep, that’s on you. Why is this coffee taking so damn long?” She bent over and rested her elbows on the countertop, giving him an excellent view of her rounded ass and her lower buttock cheeks. His already growing dick thickened and pressed against his pants. With her back turned to him, he took a risk and adjusted his erection, hoping that he could find some distraction in cooking. He got out the ingredients while she shifted her hips from side to side, staring at the coffeemaker.
    “Drip, drip, drip. This is going to drive me crazy. What are we having for breakfast?” She straightened up, opened a nearby drawer, and drew out forks, knives, and napkins. “I’m going to go set the table on the deck.”
    Before he could give her an answer to her first question, she ambled out of the room and onto the back deck. He got the pans going, cut the bacon in half, and placed it on racks before putting it in the oven. The smell of cooking meat, buttery potatoes, and eggs cooking filled the air. The coffeemaker dinged, and Tianna rushed back into the room. “I heard that!”
    He grabbed her coffee mug before she could reach for it and poured some java into it, then handed it to her.
    “Thanks.” She blew on the top and eyed him over the edges as she took a tentative sip.
    “For your information, hash browns, eggs—scrambled—and bacon. Anything else you want?” His stomach grumbled, and the buzzer on the washing machine cut through the pops and sizzles. He handed her the spatula, which she took, and headed to the small laundry room.
    From the kitchen he heard the fridge open and thud shut. Despite his curiosity, he loaded up the dryer, turned it on, and rejoined her.
    “Needed cheese and I got some turkey sausage to make up for yesterday.”
    One more pan sat on a burner, and he noted that she’d managed to stir some cheese into the scrambled eggs without burning them. She handed him back the spatula. “I’m going to shower and change. I want to hit the fair and some of the fruit stands before we hit the butcher’s. We’re grilling tonight, right?”
    “Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to yesterday, too full.” He turned over the sausage before plating the eggs.
    She laughed. “That’s what you get for not working out before we’d left for the cabin,” she called out.
    He resisted the urge to remind her that she’d done it too. By the time she’d returned, he had finished cooking and had the table set.
    “Wow! That was fast.”
    He eyed her outfit: jeans, dark purple tank top with a V-shaped neckline, sandals, and the ruby earrings he’d given her. The matching necklace nestled over her cleavage, drawing his eye to it no matter how hard he tried to look away. He became both choked up and aroused, wanting to mark her as his and show her off to the world as well as get her to commit to him fully.
    “You look beautiful, Ti. Really beautiful.” The words came out before he could think about them. He didn’t regret saying it. “And sexy,” he added.
    She grinned and tossed her head. “Thanks. I know I look hot today, which is what I was going for.”
    “Trying to kill me before I win the bet, huh?” he teased.
    “Not kill, honey, bring you to your knees.” She cocked her hip out and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and giving her more cleavage.
    Fuck, I’m in trouble.
    She chuckled. “Yes, yes, you are.”
    He blinked. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
    She nodded, her hair slipping back and forth as she did it. “Oh yes, you did. Now let’s eat.” She made her way past him, poured herself another cup of coffee, and darted around him to enter the back deck. He followed her, unable to keep his gaze off the sway of her hips and the way her butt cheeks moved up and down in the tight denim.
    He been so focused on her that when she stopped, he crashed into her. “Shit. Sorry,” he