Page 26 of Moon's Promise

Unwilling to show Train he had hit the mark dead center, Moon restrained himself from faceplanting the brother in the snowy mud. He needed to finish the inventory, not fight on the front lawn.

“I was talking about Viper. You’ve been pushing his buttons lately, and Wizard is just as fed up. They’re not going to keep giving you special treatment much longer. If you don’t chill, you’re going to find yourself without a club.”

He had been provoking both Viper and Wizard more than usual, despite telling himself to chill. He was unhappy with his personal life, and it was bleeding over to his club life. Last night wasn’t going to help, either.

With both Echo and Ember taken out of the equation, that only left Jade and Stori. Jewell had been with Rory. Or maybe she hadn’t? He would check with her first. If she got angry, she wouldn’t go for his wallet—she’d go after his ass.

CHAPTER NINE

Moon kicked the tire of his bike as he watched Stori and Jade come back from grocery shopping. Finally! They had left over three hours ago. He had been thwarted from talking to Jewell until he had taken the bull from the horns and texted her. Her response had been a no she hadn’t fucked him, then she told him to fuck off.

“Need some help?” Moon called out, already walking toward them.

“Please.” Jade gave him a thankful smile as she moved to the side so he could take the bags out.

Leaving the smaller bags for them to take, he fell in step with them as they went to the walkway beside the club instead of taking the steep stairs.

“Was the grocery store busy?”

“Not at all.” Stori lightly swung the bag in her hand as they walked.

“What took so long, then?”

Both women looked at him at the irritation he hadn’t been able to keep out of his voice.

“We treated ourselves to lunch at King’s.” Jade frowned. “I didn’t realize there was a big rush for us to get back.”

“There wasn’t. I was just worried about how long it was taking.”

Jade held the back door open for them to walk through. “Since when do you keep tabs on the amount of time we’re gone?”

Dammit. He wasn’t in the mood, but between Viper keeping him busy, running back and forth from Ohio, and working at the factory, he hadn’t had the opportunity to talk with Jade or Stori. Either they were asleep, working, with one of the other brothers, or other people had been around. He wanted to know which woman he had fucked three weeks ago.

Moon was unable to explain to himself why it mattered. He only knew it did. The encounter preyed upon his mind, especially with the feeling that he hadn’t been with the woman before was gnawing at him, yet the likelihood of that happening was between null and none. It had to be Jade or Stori, and he was going to find out which one it was before the clock struck midnight.

His hand went to the curve of Jade’s ass. “Since I saw how fine your ass looks in those new jeans.”

Jade turned from the counter, her arms wrapping around his waist to hook her fingers in his belt loops. “You should have said something before I left,” she purred, rubbing her lush tits against his chest.

“I didn’t want Stori to have to go alone.” Catching Stori’s arm when she reached for another bag on the counter, Moon pulled her to his side to kiss her. Holding on to both women, he started maneuvering them toward the sectional couch in the den.

Stori pulled her mouth away from the passionate kiss he was giving her. “I should finish putting the groceries away,” she protested halfheartedly.

“The only things left are cans; let someone else do it. You two deserve another special treat.”

Jade giggled. “I suppose you consider yourself the treat?”

“You tell me.” Pushing both women down onto the couch, he stood over them. “Let’s me see who should go first.” Rubbing his chin in pretend thought, he gave each woman a seductive grin. “Whoever should go first isn’t the one I was with last. That way, it will be fair. Don’t you agree?”

Stori and Jade both nodded.

“The problem is I’ve been so busy lately I’ve lost track of time. When was the last time we fucked, Jade?”

Jade reached for his belt buckle, enticingly unlooping it to pull it free. “Christmas Eve …” Unbuttoning his jeans, she slid his zipper down. “We played naughty or nice. Do you remember?”

Hell, how had he forgotten that?

Because it had been unmemorable.

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