Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

“Maybe we’re just asking for trouble.”

“I asked myself that same question. You come up with an answer?”

She shook her head. Then suddenly he was stepping back, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. He took a right turn and pulled her down the hallway to the restrooms. A moment later, he had her backed against the wall.

“I ain’t playin’ games, Crystal.”

“What are you doing?” She looked up at him as he stared down at her, searching her eyes before he answered.

“I don’t fucking know. I just know this happens every time I lay eyes on you. And I’ve come to realize it’s always gonna be that way.” He paused to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes following the movement. “When I saw you ride past on that bike—hell, I thought maybe it was fate, comin’ back around to give me another shot. Give us another shot.”

“Wolf.”

“Am I wrong? Am I the only one that can’t let go?”

“No,” she whispered, looking down.

“There was a time you couldn’t get enough of me. Did I kill that?”

She shook her head, and he brought his hand to her chin, tilting her head up, bringing her eyes to his.

“Crystal?” She wasn’t sure what his question was, but a moment later, he finally closed the space between them, his mouth coming down on hers.

They kissed a long time. And she remembered how badly she’d missed his kiss. He took his time, and he was good at it. Extremely good.

She found her hands drifting up, to pull his head back down when he broke off to breathe. He let her, and her enthusiasm only flamed the fire higher. He stepped in, crowding her against the wall, pressing his hips to hers, his knee forcing her legs apart. She felt his muscular thigh rub erotically against her crotch.

Dear God, if he kept that up, he’d get her off right here. She broke free, her hands coming up to push him back enough so she could gasp in a breath. “Wolf, wait.”

He didn’t want to be denied. She could see it in his eyes. It was a struggle for him to back down, but he did it. For her.

“You don’t feel it then? It’s gone?”

She could hear the torment in his voice.

“No, Wolf, it’s not that. I still feel it.”

People started coming down the hall. And then Cole was coming out of the bathroom. He paused when he saw them, his eyes moving between them. As he moved past, his eyes connected with Crystal’s.

“I want to see you before you cut out of here tonight.”

She nodded, frowning, wondering what that was about. “Of course.”

Wolf straightened, stepping back, giving her some room.

Green stumbled drunkenly down the hall, and Wolf must have given up on them having any time alone. He took her by the hand and pulled her back into the bar. They moved toward the rest of his club. They’d managed to commandeer a table, which is where Cole now sat with Crash. The rest of

them stood nearby at the bar.

Wolf turned to her. “You want a beer?”

She nodded.

Cole grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.

“I’ll keep her safe while you get it,” he said to Wolf, who nodded and moved off toward the bar. Cole pulled her down onto his lap. “You okay, darlin’?”

She nodded.