Page 16 of Moon's Promise

Larissa didn’t care at this point if she slid down the fucking steps on her ass; she just wanted to get in her car and get the hell out of there.

Rudely brushing past her sisters, she rushed down the steps, ignoring Winter’s warning. Her mind was still trying to come to grips with the stark reality of what she had allowed to happen in one of the bedrooms upstairs in a motorcycle club.

In the headlong rush, she congratulated herself for making it safely to the bottom when her foot hit a slab of concrete.

Fearful of being caught after Winter had gone to so much trouble keeping their presence a secret, she bit back a pain-filled scream.

She found herself in a crumpled heap and was still trying to figure out how she had hurt herself when Priscilla and Lana appeared by her side.

“What happened?” Lana whispered.

“I don’t know,” Larissa whimpered out.

“Let’s get you in the back seat of the car. I’ll check you out while Priscilla drives.”

It took everything to not to cry out as her sister got her back on her feet. A rush of dizziness struck her when she tried to put her weight down on her right foot.

“I’ve twisted my ankle.”

Priscilla supported her while Lana opened the car door, which she used to slide inside. As she closed the door, Lana rushed to the other side to slide in next to her. Larissa started crying when she heard the engine start.

The sound of crunchy snow was music to her ears.

“I’m going to check your ankle,” Lana warned, bending down. “I’m so sorry you got hurt,” she apologized. “You wanted to leave, and I ignored you.”

Larissa was in too much pain to be angry, and she certainly couldn’t be angry at her sister for wanting to chase after a man when she had done something so much worse.

“It’s okay. Were you able to get a chance to talk to him?”

“No. Winter said he came in while I was in the restroom, barfing up my left lung.”

Larissa frowned. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. He must have come in after I went upstairs to use the restroom.”

A sinking feeling hit her in the gut. The man she had sex with had just come in from the cold …

“Did you see him come in, Priscilla?” Larissa asked casually.

“Yes. He didn’t talk to anyone. He just went up the stairs.”

He couldn’t be the man she had sex with, could he? Oh God … she had a sinking suspicion he was.

Larissa started shivering, either in reaction to hurting her ankle, or for being such a stupid idiot for having sex with a man she wouldn’t recognize if she sat next to him in a restaurant.

Wearily, she leaned her head against the window and stared out, then started laughing hilariously.

Lana’s concerned voice drew her back to reality. “Why are you laughing?”

“It’s a full moon.”

CHAPTER SIX

Moon’s eyes flicked open, instantly becoming awake. Groaning, he rolled over onto his stomach. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep the way his aching body was crying out for. Instead, he rolled back over onto his back, knowing it was useless.

For some aggravating reason, he had never been able to sleep longer than five hours, regardless of how exhausted he was. Once his eyes were open, he was up for the whole stinking day.

He released another irritated groan and sat up on the side of the bed, lazily rubbing his stomach. Damn, he was getting too old to drink like he had last night.

The sight of his crumpled jeans and T-shirt lying on the floor brought back vague memories of the night before. Fuck, he had drunk so much that the sexual encounter seemed more like a figment of his imagination rather than one that actually happened. If not for the pale ivory panties on the floor, Moon would have chalked it up to a horny wet dream. The images in his mind were more like a kaleidoscope of parts of the night.

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