Brim Over Boot (The Darling Brothers Book 2)

Noah King and I were never meant to be enemies. But hell if we weren’t meant to be. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to tell me otherwise.

“I’ll keep on loving you regardless, but it would be my absolute honor to share this life as your husband. If you’ll allow it, I’ll spend the rest of our time on this earth showing you precisely why I fell. You own me, Colt. There’s no other. No one else. Marry me?”

They say there’s a fine line between love and hate. That passion of one kind is similar to that of the other. And considering how many times I’ve wanted to throttle you over the years, maybe there’s something to that.

Noah’s lips settle close to my ear. “You’re mine, little Colt. Remember? You don’t get to run away from me ever again.”
“Like I’d want to,” I breathe.
“Finally done fighting?”
I huff. “Not by a long shot.”
Noah leans back to catch my eye. “Good.”

My dad was right about many things. But especially this.
We fight for what’s important in life. Every big moment. Every small.
And love, well. I think that might just be the most important battle worth waging.

I don’t know when this fucking man switched the narrative, but the last thing I want is to pain Noah King.

He leans closer, lips at my ear. “Beautiful Colt. How could you possibly think you’re not mine?”

He waits as if there’s a simple response to that. As if Noah telling me I can be any version of myself around him is a simple fucking thing.

“Fuck, Colt. You moan the same way eating that sandwich as you do when I fuck you.”
“Beg your fucking pardon?” I rasp.
“Is it really that good?”
Noah makes a grab for it, and I pull the sandwich out of reach.
“Maybe you’re just that average,” I shoot back.
He smirks at me. Smirks. “That’s not it. Gimme a bite.”
“Fuck you,”

Colton goddamn Darling is going to find out what it means to be mine.