Page 147 of Moon's Promise

“I thought we were going to the grocery store?”

Ignoring her, he parked in the driveway, got out of the car and opened her door, then unclicked her seat belt to help her out of the car. Taking her by the arm, he then frog-marched her to the house. Once inside, he led her toward the bedroom.

“Moon …”

Shutting the door behind them, he stared at her. They stood in the darkened bedroom with the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

“Do you want to know what I really think of fate?”

“No … I don’t think I do,” she answered timidly.

“It doesn’t fucking exist. I think when people are unhappy with their choices, they use it to explain the fallout they find themselves in when shit hits the fan. It’s a fucking cop-out. Instead of admitting they made a fucking mistake, they say ‘fate stepped in’ or ‘that’s the way fate meant it to go.’”

“I truly didn’t mean it that way.”

Moon paced around the bedroom, raking a hand through his hair. “To be clear, if Lana had approached me, I don’t know how I would have reacted. If you want me to say I wouldn’t have accepted any invitation she threw out there, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” He continued pacing as he talked, not wanting to see the hurt on her face. “But we didn’t talk, because it didn’t happen that way. I went upstairs and went to bed.

“One thing I can guarantee is if we had ended up having sex, she wouldn’t have been sitting at that table with me tonight. I like your sister, but she takes charge of everything. We would have been butting heads constantly. I don’t say anything because she’s your sister, and I stay out of it.

“You constantly put both of your sisters first, ahead of yourself. When you make dinner, you give yourself the burned piece, or the messed-up one. You give them the best portion. In the apartment you shared, Priss said you slept on the couch while they slept on the bed. When I was at your mother’s house, there were pictures everywhere, yet I only saw a couple of you. Lana and Priss drive nice cars; your car is older.”

“Because I prefer to save money, and I hate having pictures taken of me.”

“That’s my point. I don’t waste money, either, and I don’t like pictures. I have more in common with you than both of them combined.” Moon strode to her in the darkness to pull her to him. “You can thank your lucky stars that I didn’t hook up with Lana that night.” Hovering his mouth over hers, he continued, “Because I would have fucked her and never given her another thought. If I had knocked her up instead of you, I would have worked out a similar custody agreement, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I wouldn’t be getting her hamburgers from Marty’s. I wouldn’t be living with her. The only difference it would make is you would be trying to explain to Lana why you’re fucking her kid’s father.”

Without giving her a chance to deny his assertion, he kissed Larissa with the intention of driving his point home, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as his hands went to her dress to hike it to her waist before walking forward, pressing her back against the wall. He continued the kiss, not being gentle or soft with her. No, he was determined to make her realize he wasn’t a piece of meat to be given away just because her sister wanted it more than she did.

“You think I would give a fuck I knocked your sister up if I wanted you?”

“No …” she gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Impatiently, he lifted her thighs to his hips to grind against her. He greedily took her mouth the way he wanted—no holds barred, tongue thrusting, mating, leaving no room for hesitation.

When she started timidly responding, it was everything he could do not to crush her against the wall.

His hand slid to her pussy to find his way blocked by her panties. “I hate dealing with panties. Ditch them when you’re with me.”

“Even when we’re out?”

Moon laughed at how scandalized she sounded. “You’ve never gone out without wearing underwear?”

“No!”

“When we go to the store tomorrow, don’t wear any.”

“No … I couldn’t.”

He could barely make out her refusal as his fingers slipped under the silky fabric. Finding her clit, he pinched it, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Why not? Is that too naughty for you?”

“I prefer wearing underwear.”

“I prefer you don’t. Don’t you want to please me? I want to please you.” Holding her in place using his hips, he pulled her dress off, leaving only her bra. Releasing the front clasp, he pulled an exposed hard nub into his mouth.

“Your breasts are getting bigger.” Switching his mouth to her other breast, he palmed the underside, lifting it to his lips. He could feel her trembling in his arm.

Releasing her clit, he found her pussy damp and ready for him. It blew his mind that, despite how many women he had fucked, she felt as if she had been made for him.

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