Page 150 of Under an Endless Moon

I blew out a sigh. “No, but some jerk came sniffing around Otto’s place and broke a window.”

I left out the shooting part. No question, that was information Otto did not want anyone else to know.

Shock ripped out of her. “What the hell?”

“I know. It’s super annoying. But, of course, this guy thinks he needs to go all papa bear on me.” I hooked a thumb in his direction.

“Well, it’s good you have someone looking out for you.” She widened her eyes, her message clear.

Especially him.

“It is good, isn’t it?” I looked at Otto when I said it, and he grunted again, roughing one of those massive, tatted hands through his hairas he shifted in impatience. I turned back to Sienna. “We’d better go. This guy gets hangry if he doesn’t eat by six, and you don’t want to see him reach that point.”

She giggled. “I can only imagine.”

She rushed forward for another hug, mumbling, “Be safe.”

“I will. I’ll still see you on Saturday at Kane’s, right?”

“If it’s still happening, then absolutely yes.”

“Um, yes, it is absolutely still happening.” I cut Otto a warning look to stop him before he spouted something ridiculous like we were canceling.

The one he sent me back was pure disbelief.

This wouldn’t be the last I heard about it.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Bye,” I called as she ambled away, watching her go as I felt the heat of Otto’s stare searing into the side of my cheek. I made sure to maintain all the sass I could muster when I turned back to him.

“You don’t actually think we’re going to celebrate my birthday on Saturday when all this bullshit is goin’ down, do you?” he gritted.

Taking a step toward him, I touched his chest as I murmured, “Yes, Otto, I very much plan on celebrating you.”

I let my fingertips brush down his abdomen as I pulled away, dipping low enough that I nearly touched the bulge still evident in his pants.

He growled as he took a lumbering step forward, his head angling down so close to mine, my senses swelling with his scent.

Patchouli and warm apple pie.

“Watch it, darlin’. You don’t want to push me to the edge.”

Oh, but driving him to the edge was precisely what I intended to do.

FORTY-TWO

OTTO

Fuck,this woman was set on doing me in. Driving me out of my ever-lovin’-mind. Her hot as sin body tucked up close to my back, those bare thighs that were exposed by that godforsaken dress wrapped around the outside of mine. Tits I’d finally gotten a good taste of plastered against my back.

Could feel her dress flapping in the wind, could scent her breaths that she exhaled at my neck, could sense her arousal as she curled herself around me as my bike carried us up the mountain.

I kept my speed contained, though we were still going fast enough that the trees whisked by in green flashes as we hugged the curves.

The powerful engine a roar in our ears.

The road a blur beneath us and the sky a blaze of oranges and pinks strewn across the fading blue.

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