Page 141 of Lethal Attraction

“They’re just going through a rough patch,” Connor shrugs. “Wouldn’t know anything about that—”

Alana elbows him hard in the side, silencing him. “Excuse me, but do you not remember that we hated each other in high school?”

He snorts. “You hated me. I was obsessed from the very beginning.”

That earns a few laughs from the table, and the atmosphere seems to lighten up as the topic changes. Thalia leans into my chest, resting her head back on my shoulder as I rub her arm affectionately.

“I could get used to this,” she muses quietly.

I hum as I kiss the top of her hair. “You better. Because I’m not going anywhere, Little Devil.”

She turns to look at me, a fondness twinkling in her eyes. “To forever.”

I kiss her passionately, every movement slow and deliberate, before resting my forehead on hers. “To forever.”

Epilogue-Thalia

Eight Months Later

The wind rushes around us, and I feel Reed’s thighs tighten around my hips. He’s at my back, his hands covering mine as we enjoy our motorcycle ride in downtown Columbus. Atlas and Loxley race beside us, my brother revving the engine of his bike as his wife holds on for dear life.

We just had a double date in the city—Rowan and Addison’s request, since the new parents haven’t been out without Sophia since she was born. It was nice to see them enjoy an evening together without having to worry about diaper changes or feeding schedules.

Not that they mind.

I’m pretty sure Lox is pregnant again. While Reed and I enjoyed our cocktails and made googly eyes at each other, my sister-in-law and brother remained completely sober. And she didn’t even eat her pasta—a weird sign considering I’ve seen Lox wolf down a whole plate of spaghetti in less than a minute. The only logical explanation is food aversion.

Atlas signals to us—his hand rising and falling with his pointer finger poking out.

Reed and I both stare at him because we have no idea what the fuck that even means. My brother rests his head back as if he’s groaning before lane-splitting between two slow-moving cars and sailing into the tunnel ahead.

We follow behind him, losing sight completely of them as we cruise. The orange lights of the tunnel bounce off everything, and I hold my hands out as Reed steers us. A smile touches my lips at the sense of freedom that surrounds me while security anchors me at my back.

Reed lowers one of his hands to my thigh, giving me an appreciative squeeze as my blush spreads.

A dark car gets even with us, effectively ruining our moment as we glance over in curiosity. The driver, some douche with a posh hairstyle and boyish features, nods his head at me.

I roll my eyes before an idea pings. My legs swing around as I shift until I’m facing Reed. My thighs settle over his as he gets the idea and uses a hand to collar my throat before pushing me back onto the handlebars. He turns, glaring at the driver of the car until the guy sucks his teeth in disappointment and drives off.

I should probably turn back around, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

Instead, I tease my boyfriend with a smirk as my hands trail up his thighs. He coils beneath me, keeping his eyes on the road as I curl my fingers around the crooks of his thighs. The imprint of his cock twitches as it hardens against his leg, and my mouth starts to water.

Those orange tunnel lights streak past like comets, and Reed’s grip on my hip tightens in a warning.

“You’re going to get us killed,” he shouts over the engine.

I shake my head, my fingers walking higher up his thighs. “Pull over.”

The words come out as a command, not a request. His jaw flexes beneath his helmet. The bike slows, and I know he’s scanning for an exit, somewhere dark enough to swallow us whole.

My pulse hammers in my throat. The tunnel ends, spitting us out onto a stretch of road crowded by industrial buildings, all shutter bay doors and chain-link fences. Reed kills the headlights and coasts into the shadow of a loading dock, the concrete ramp sloping up into darkness.

He cuts the engine. Silence crashes over us like a wave.

“Thalia—”

“Off the bike.” I purr.