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A look of surprise crossed Moose’s face a second before he burst out laughing. He pushed off the door and walked past her into the bathroom, still laughing.
The sight of the infuriating man laughing his ass off left Daisy staring after him with her mouth hanging open and one thought running through her head on repeat.
Who the hell is this guy?
CHAPTER THREE
THIS LITTLE SLIP of a thing was a spitfire that was for damn sure.
As much as Moose hated having an extra human invading his private space, he couldn’t in good conscience send her home. He’d fucked up Buster and Pete but left both men breathing, which meant they’d be back for Daisy as soon as they had the chance. Hell, now they’d want her brother’s money and retribution for the ass-kicking, so there was no way she could leave. She might be spicy, but a tiny thing like her would be no match for two vengeful men.
Her problem needed to be resolved, and she couldn’t do it without help. As soon as he ensured her long-term safety, he’d move on. Guess that meant he wouldn’t be leaving town in the morning as originally planned. Thankfully, he wasn’t due in Texas until next week. One chapter of his club would be promoting a brother from SAA to VP after the previous VP stepped down for health reasons. They’d planned a retirement and promotion bash that promised to be epic. Not exactly Moose’s scene, but important enough he’d be a fool to skip the festivities.
He stepped into the bathroom, still chuckling, then closed the door. As soon as it snicked shut, he leaned against it and stared at the steam-stained ceiling. With every degree Daisy’s frustration ramped up, his lust grew tenfold. Why the hell did she have to look so fucking hot in his shirt? Over the years, he’d heard plenty of his coupled-up club brothers yak on about how they couldn’t keep their dicks under control when their ol’ ladies wore their clothes. It’d never made sense.
Now he got it.
Daisy was nothing to him, but seeing her slender body wearing his shirt and smelling like him had him so hard he’d escaped to the bathroom for a breather. And to give his cock time to calm the fuck down.
Jesus, it’d been too damn long since he’d gotten laid.
He glared daggers at his half-hard cock before leaving the bathroom.
As he’d predicted, Daisy hadn’t left. She still sat on the edge of the bed.
The bruises on her cheek and eye grew darker by the second. The deep purple made her skin appear pale. Her shoulders slumped, making her look even smaller. All the piss, vinegar, and fight seemed to have left her now that she had a few minutes to decompress.
“Um…” She cleared her throat. “Sorry, do you have any water or anything?” Her eyes filled, and she blinked about ten times.
Shit, what the hell was he supposed to do if she cried? Crying women were well out of his comfort zone.
He hurried to the minifridge and pulled out the complimentary bottle of water. One of the few amenities this fine establishment provided. “Here.” He held the bottle out to her. Maybe it’d give her something to do besides break down.
“Thank you.” She took hold and guzzled half the contents in a few swallows.
Moose couldn’t help but stare at her throat as he imagined her swallowing something else. Shit, he should be shot for those thoughts. There she was, injured and scared, and all he could do was imagine her deep-throating his cock.
“You tired?”
She lowered the bottle and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Very. Crazy tired, actually.”
“I’ll take the floor.” He grabbed a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor in front of the bed’s nightstand.
“What?” she asked with a gasp. “No way. That’s crazy.”
He grunted as he lowered himself to the floor. Once supine, he folded his hands over his chest. “You see another bed? This ain’t exactly the Four Seasons.”
Daisy’s battered face appeared over the side of the bed. “Are you sure? That looks miserable.”
He shut his eyes. If he stared at her much longer, her lips would play in his fantasies alongside her body. “I’ll survive. Trust me, I’ve slept in much worse situations.”
Daisy huffed. The sound of fabric shifting let him know she was burrowing beneath the covers. Even with his eyes closed, he noticed when she shut off the bedside light. Once the room plunged into darkness, he opened his eyes.
Damn, his back would hurt like a bitch tomorrow. Sleeping on a motel floor hadn’t been a big deal when he’d been twenty, but at thirty-four, it meant a solid three days of back pain and shoulder spasms.
Fun times.
Moose shut his eyes and focused on his breathing.
In… out.
In… out.
In… out.
