One Wild Ride (Lords of Mayhem 2)

It stung that Moose hadn’t called. She had no clue where they stood or how he felt about the situation. Her father said he’d spoken to Moose but he wouldn’t reveal any of the details, claiming it was a man thing. The president made her want to smack him more times than not. She and Wanderer were too alike and she’d been own her on for too long to sit back and be taken care of. It made them butt heads like two rams battling for power.

Shaking her head, she walked to the door, looked through the peephole and froze. Moose.

His face gave away nothing. He stood on the porch with his hands shoved in his pockets. The wraparound sunglasses hid his eyes, leaving her to guess. His body language didn’t scream upset, but you could never tell with him. He held his emotions in.

Her hand shook as she opened the door. “Hi,” she said, so low she barely even heard it.

“Hey, Jo-Jo.”

She smiled, opening the door and stepping back.

He moved inside and the familiar scent of leather, maleness and the hint of body wash drifted up to her nose. She closed the door and leaned against its cool surface to hide her shaky legs. What he said next could make or break them…permanently.

“I did what you asked, took some time and went to see your old man.”

“And?” Nerves struck. It felt like tiny elves were using zip lines in her stomach.

“We reached an understanding.” He shrugged. “He wanted to know what my intentions were and made it very clear what he expected.”

“Which was?” She arched an eyebrow.

He shook his head. “Nothing I’m worried about. He knows I’m not screwing you.”

Joey snickered.

Moose rolled his eyes. “Over…he knows we’re legit.”

“And you. What did you learn?” She pushed away from the door, sliding the lock home. After his abrupt departure, she couldn’t let him off the hook totally. He’d made her sweat it out for over a week.

He walked over to the door and placed both his arms on opposite sides of her head. “That I don’t want to be without you.”

The frank honesty made her gasp.

“We could shoot the shit all day, go back and forth, pussyfoot around it. Truth is, we’re both in way deeper than we intended and now we have to deal with the aftermath of that.”

She licked her lips. “You make it sound like the apocalypse.”

“Maybe it is.” He smirked.

Muscles tightened in her lower belly, and her nipples hardened. The man must emit pheromones made just for her. “You think it’ll be that easy? That you can just walk back in here—”

He pressed his lips against hers, seeking entrance with his tongue.

Her head spun. The passion always present between them came to life like a roaring fire. She brought her hands up to grip his shirt and opened her mouth. His taste exploded onto her tongue and she allowed herself to indulge, sampling his flavor like a once-in-a-lifetime bottle of the finest whiskey. Intoxicated, she tilted her head, deepening the kiss like an addict on a binge. She rose on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Moose buried his fingers in her hair and pressed her body the length of his.

A puddle formed in her panties. They pulled apart for air and she shook her head, clearing the sensual haze that settled. “Wait, we can’t just glaze over this.” She shook her head.

Moose groaned. “What more is there to say? Neither of us is going anywhere. Mayhem is cool with it and your dad is taken care of for now. Don’t borrow trouble. Because trust me, it’s always waiting around the corner.”

Joey rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on his words. “I know you’re right. But I don’t want this to be a habit. We have a problem…you leave and come back…later.”

“Hey. Give me some credit; this was an insane curve in the road.”

“I know, I know, but—childhood scars and such.”

“Hey.” He pulled away and grasped her chin, forcing her gaze up to his. “We’re all fucked up by something.”