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“So? Are you going to kiss me?” I teased.
“When I’m good and ready. And baby, I plan on doing a lot more than that.”
His words gave me a shiver, my core as hot and wet as it could be. I couldn’t resist, lifting my head and grabbing a kiss. Then he fisted my hair, thrusting his tongue inside. As he ground his body back and forth, I became lightheaded. I had a feeling the beautiful moment would have continued had the crowd not started to clap.
He reared back, issuing a growl that could be heard over the music before guiding me to my feet. “You guys are assholes,” he said gruffly, but I could tell he was happier than I’d seen him from the beginning of our wicked affair. Maybe the party was good for both of us.
There was something so possessive about the way he was looking at me, his chest still rising and falling. Moonlight shimmered across his face, accentuating the primal look in his eyes. He was already devouring me in his mind.
“You’re a very bad man,” I said, trying to break the tension.
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do,” I cooed then noticed his friends were watching us intently. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”
“They’re bad news,” he said on purpose then tugged me closer to the group. “This is Lily Sanborn. I don’t want to hear a minute of shit from any of you. Lily, that’s Houston, the reason for the party. He’s single so don’t let him touch you or he dies.”
I laughed along with everyone else, Houston giving me a slight bow.
“That’s Snake, his real name Ricardo but don’t call him that. He gets cranky when you do. Gage, the lawman in town. The big guy is Phoenix. He owns the place so be nice to him.”
“Yeah, be nice to me,” Phoenix teased.
“And Wren could kick your butt for hearing you say that,” Maverick laughed. “His wife and much better half.”
“Very funny,” Phoenix growled.
“The one with the scowl over there is Mustang. And that’s Hawk, maybe the gruffest of the bunch of us.”
“Speak for yourself, buddy,” Hawk snapped.
“He’s right,” I said to the group.
“Everyone’s a comedian,” Maverick muttered.
“Wow. Such fascinating names. I’m certain they all have wild stories,” I said, noticing how close they all seemed.
“You have no idea,” Hawk chortled. “We’ll tell you over a drink sometime.”
“I just want to know why Maverick is called the Wolfman.” I playfully punched Maverick, amused that he rolled his eyes.
As the others started to howl, Maverick pulled me away. “Let’s get you a drink.”
Sam trailed along behind us, constantly bumping my leg. It was good to see him as always, his happy tail providing a smile.
“You still won’t tell me why you’re the Wolfman,” I pushed, laughing from the way his brow furrowed.
“One day.”
“Yeah, I know. If I’m good.”
As he wrapped his arm around me in an unexpected move, guiding us through the crowd, I enjoyed the way everyone who was close by congratulated him on being a hero. And every single time the word was used, he cringed, obviously hating the word. I tried to concentrate on the way he walked, the thick denim highlighting his carved butt. No man should look so good in skin-tight jeans. Then there was the scent of his aftershave, although he hadn’t shaved in so long I wondered why he bothered. He smelled of freshly cut timber and warm grasses in the spring, with a hint of exotic spice that I couldn’t put my finger on.
As we approached the bar, he threw a look toward the stage. When I squealed, he frowned.
“That’s Colt Rivers. He’s a star. How did you get him to perform?”
“This ain’t my party.”
