Page 131 of Moon's Promise

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No.” He hazarded a glance in her direction. She wasn’t buying it. “Maybe a little,” he admitted.

Bristling under his touch, she pulled away from him to put her hands on her hips. “Excuse me if I become embarrassed when you kiss me where anyone could see!”

His eyes widened at her anger. “There’s no one around.”

“There are men standing on the porch,” she argued back.

“They weren’t paying attention.”

“They seemed to be.”

“Why does it matter if they did? Jesus, Larissa, we’re grown adults. You need to loosen up.”

“I should loosen up?”

Wincing, he wished he had just let it drop and placated her. That was how Train managed to survive, from his viewpoint.

Poking him in the chest, she continued screeching at him. “I’m sorry I’m not as sophisticated as most women you’ve been with. I prefer not to engage in sex with more than one person, and I certainly wouldn’t in the middle of a den.”

Moon crossed his arms over his chest to protect the spot she was drilling a hole into with her finger. “I bet Priss couldn’t wait to run home to tell you and Lana that tidbit.”

Larissa gave him a warning glare. “You’re a smartass, you know that, right?”

“That fact has been brought to my attention several times.”

“I bet it has,” she snapped. “We need to get one thing straight … I’m never, ever going to have sex with you while another woman is present.”

Yeah, like that idea would ever occur to him. The woman could barely handle a twosome, much less a threesome.

“I wouldn’t ask you to.”

She must have heard the undertone in his statement and drawn the correct assumption.

Dammit, he had never been good at dealing with other people’s feelings, which explained why he had never achieved his marriage goal.

Moon tried to circle her shoulders again. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

Shrugging away from him, she stared at him indignantly. “You meant it exactly the way you said it. I’m not an idiot.” She turned her face away from his and seemed to lose her bravado. “The Last Riders’ parties aren’t a well-kept secret, despite how hard your club tries. Women talk. I would never try to fit into your lifestyle. The only one who is going to have to change is you. You’re going to have to be the one who has to figure out if it will be worthwhile enough to give it up.”

“Are you saying if we get serious, you expect me to give up being a member of The Last Riders?”

“Only the sexual part. I understand if that’s non-negotiable.”

“Depends on what is negotiable.” Taking her by the forearms, he tugged her to him. “I’m willing to give up the parties.”

She stood stiffly in his arms. “In return for what?”

“Let’s see …” He pretended to mull it over. “I’m a pretty sexual guy, so you promise to have sex with me at least five days a week?”

She gaped at him. “Are you serious?”

“Five too much?” Pretending to be serious, he settled his hands on her hips, letting her feel the burgeoning hardness pressing against her. “I was thinking six, but if you’re happy with five, I will be, too.”

They stared at each other for a long minute to see who would break first. Larissa did, breaking into laughter that had her wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Five?” she hiccupped. “We had sex three times the other night. I guess that means I only have to have sex with you a couple of more times, and I’ll be set for the week.”

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