Page 110 of Beneath the Blue Moon
That earns her a poke in the side from Sandy.
“I need to talk to you,” I tell her.
“What is it with cops and talking today?Did I do somethingwrong?”
“Yes.You left me.”
“Aww.”
“Shut it, Sandy,” she scolds her friend.
“Can’t you talk some sense into her?”I ask Sandy, realizingI have an ally in her.
“I’ve tried.She won’t listen, and she won’t tell me whathappened, either.”
“Nothing happened.I made a decision, and I wish everyonewould just accept it!”
I won’t.But I do need to talk to her.To buy myself sometime while I try to win her back, I’ve agreed to court Shae to get The Counciloff my ass.To get her back, I need to know what happened.Some sheriff I am; Ican’t even figure out who said what in my own home.That’s the problem.I’vebeen trying to get her to talk, but maybe I should approach this like I would anormal investigation.I might finally get some answers.
“Casey, please… Would you just talk to me?”
“No!”she yells.
“What did you say to me?”
She crosses her arms under her breasts and stares at meindignantly.
“I said no.N-O.”
That does it.Her eyes widen in realization and a protestforms on her lips.I grab her waist and toss her over my shoulder.
“I told you before.Nevertell me no.”
“You caveman!Put me down!”
I brave the stares and pointed fingers as I haul her off tomy truck.She’s struggling against me, punching me in the back.
“Ethan McKenzie, put me down this instant!”
“That feels good.Keep doing it.”
The punching stops instantly.She goes limp on my shoulder,and I don’t hear another sound out of her.I stop in my tracks when I feel thatpresence again.It’s not like the feelings I get when I sense a human oranother wolf.I can’t quite put my finger on it, but they’re close.Who or whatcould it be?I look around, but I can’t seem to pinpoint where it’s coming from.Shaking it off, I turn my attention back to Casey.
Dropping the tailgate on the truck, I set her down.I noticeshe’s wearing the crescent moon necklace I gave her.It must have come loosewhen she was on my shoulder because it wasn’t visible before.She catches melooking at it and tucks it back under her top.
“Don’t read too much into it.Diamondsarea girl’sbest friend, after all.”
“Yes, but this one means a lot to you, or you wouldn’t bewearing it.”Her gaze falls to my wrist and the watch she gave me.“Yes, that’swhy I’m wearing it.It’s the only one I wear now.”
“What do you want?”
“What do I want?”I ask in frustration.
I’ll show you what I want.I grab the back of herneck, pull her to me and crush her lips beneath mine.Caught off guard, shedoes nothing.
“Eth—”
The moment she opens her mouth to protest, I seize theopportunity.When my tongue moves forcefully against hers, she begins tostruggle.She pounds on my chest, trying to push me away.I hold her to me,grab her hip, and position her crotch against mine.Her hands go still, and shelets out a soft moan as she kisses me back.She wraps her legs around me,fisting her hands in my shirt.Her tongue lashes out, swirling over mine.Then,her hands are all over me—my shoulders, back, my hair.She moves against me aswe release our frustrations in this wild, licentious kiss.We’re both gaspingfor breath when I pull back, resting my forehead on hers.
