Page 125 of Under an Endless Moon

I was going to fight him. Argue it because I didn’t want that.

I didn’t want to go back.

I didn’t want to regress.

But before I could get anything out, a single, gnarled word curled out of Otto.

“No.”

River’s attention whipped to him with a scowl of confusion on his face.

Otto seemed to wipe some of the animosity off his, inhaling deep and roughing agitated fingers through his hair when he said, “You have Charleigh and Nolan at your place. You don’t want to take Raven back there. She should stay here with me. I’m not going to let this piece of shit get anywhere near her.”

“But he knows she’s here,” River punted back.

“And I guarantee he’d know that she’d gone back to your place, too. Think it’s safest if she stays put. Not gonna let her out ofmy sight.”

River wavered.

Unsure.

And God, I hated that I was in this position. It sucked that the two of them were arguing about where I should stay like I didn’t have a voice in it. But I didn’t want to do something reckless and go off on my own, either, just for the sake of standing my own ground.

Obviously, it wasn’t the best time.

And the truth was…I didn’t want to leave.

“Agree with Otto,” Theo said. “You get Raven back to your place, and you’re going to be so spun up that you’re not going to be able to sleep, and we know how things go down with you when you get inside your head.”

“And I sleep light.” It was a warning from Otto’s tongue. An oath that he’d stand guard.

A shiver rolled through me, and I thought that maybe Otto scented it.

Could feel it.

Because those eyes dimmed to a deep, toiling blue.

River exhaled in discontent, though I could tell that he was giving in. “Know she’s in no better hands than with you,” he told Otto. “But are you sure you want to take this on?”

Otto looked at me.

Energy thrashed.

Alive in the space that separated us.

“Never have been so sure about anything. You know what she means to me. The lengths I’ll go.”

A tiny punch of air escaped my parted lips. A frisson of need curling out from my lungs.

I swore, I could still feel the marks of his big fingers pushing in between my thighs. Could still feel his thick, massive cock gliding through my hands.

A hard sound rolled out of Otto.

Was he envisioning it too? Did he want more? Would he give it to me?

My body burned with how badly I wanted it.

Thank God that my brother wasn’t a mind reader and had probably chalked my reaction up to me finding out that some deranged lunatic was after me rather than actually seeing the salacious direction my brain had gone.

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