Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 167

And for a second I just…stared.

Because he was dressed in a suit.

A suit.

And he looked…

Fuck.

He looked so fucking good.

The black fabric clung to his body, showing off the swell of his biceps almost obscenely. The button-up he wore beneath the fitted suit jacket was practically popping in an attempt to cling to his muscle. Slick black fabric clung to his thick thighs, and rather than wear a tie, his shirt was gaping open, his chest peeking through the gap.

“Oh my fuck,” I shuddered, mouth suddenly dry.

“Woah,” Collin blinked beside me, staring out at Mutt with heart eyes. “Super hot,” he mouthed, amazed.

“Stop that. Right fucking now.” I jabbed him with my elbow and he laughed, hopping out of the way. “Get your prepubescent ass back to work.”

“Aye, aye captain Jerk-frey,” he huffed, giving me a playful salute. “I’ll go wait in the back.”

“You do that.”

“While you…” Collin waggled his eyebrows. “Enjoy all that…wow. All that?—”

“Shut uuuuup.” God, please give me patience. Amen.

“Shutting up!” Collin spun around and then with a little heel click, skipped off into the back where Blair and Richard lay waiting.

I jerked the front door open, all finesse completely fucking missing.

“You look?—”

“You look—” Mutt’s voice was low and rough.

“Underdressed?” I offered, shivering as his sapphire gaze dragged down my body greedily.

“What do you mean?” His hands found my hips, and he yanked me against him, face pressing to the side of my throat. His hot breath huffed over my skin as he inhaled greedily, groaning like I was a joint and he was taking a hit of me.

“Just that you…fuck. You look like sex on a stick.” Damn, that sniffing thing was distracting.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means you’re sexy,” I said softly, head tipped back obediently so he had room to work. “And I’m surprised you’re wearing…this.” I plucked at his collar and he pulled back and grinned down at me, all sunny confidence.

“You like it?”

“Yeah. I mean—fuck. I did not expect this. I didn’t even think you knew what a suit was.”

“Jules said if I am to woo you I need one,” Mutt declared proudly.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one trying to do the wooing around here. I bit back a grin, then decided that was stupid, and grinned wide. “Yeah?” Jules was his bookish brother. He’d told me about him, just like he’d given me a rundown of all his other brothers.

Theo was the gentle one. The vet. The one that had sent me away when I’d gone looking for Mutt.

Butters was the sweet one. He’d helped Mutt make my gift basket.

Harry was the careful one. Which I knew from personal experience.