Page 62 of Blue Moon

Mark A

“He was there,” I whispered. “He was there tonight, watching me.”

“There were pictures online. He could have zoomed in.”

I wanted to believe that, I really did, but the sense of dread in the pit of my stomach told me he’d been close. Close enough for his freaking spirit to dim. I wanted to snuff it out entirely.

“I hope Rocky has a taste for reincarnated Roman generals.”

“Maybe I should teach you to shoot properly as well as drive a car. Have you fired a gun since we were in San Gallicano?”

“Of course not.”

“You should learn.”

“Are you joking?”

Of course he wasn’t joking.

“I’ll arrange it for next Monday.”

Ryder was worried too, and that scared me more than anything.

17

LUNA

That was it. Ryder knew my biggest secret, and somehow, he was still here. Still curled around me, my back to his front, an arm draped over my stomach. His hard cock pressed into my back. I was proud of myself for not freaking out about that, but also apprehensive because no matter what he said, I couldn’t believe he’d be willing to abstain for the rest of his life.

And I wasn’t convinced a doctor could fix me. I’d been living with this for ten freaking years, and in truth, the problem was getting worse, not better.

Ryder stirred behind me and mumbled, “You awake?”

“Mmm.”

“Sleep well?”

“Okay.”

“Ready to be photographed at the pet store?”

“Luna Maara buys dog leash. Is she secretly into bondage?”

His chuckle vibrated through me. “You got any more secrets? A kink I don’t know about?”

“No, but a couple of years ago, I had a guest spot on some late-night show, and the producer dressed me up in lingerie and made the dancers wear gimp suits. You didn’t hear about that? Some group of prudes got outraged. Moms Against Fun or whatever.”

“Lingerie, you say? I’ll have to check that out.”

“No need. If you want me to wear lingerie for you, I’ll wear lingerie.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I just can’t follow through on what I pretend to promise.”

Ryder’s hand glided over my hip. “How do you make yourself come?”

“What?”

“Most women have a vibrator stashed in their nightstand.”

“I don’t have anything stashed anywhere.”

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