Orion
Doc’s baby sister was a fuckin’ knockout in person. This could be a problem. Jesus Christ, her petite, curvy body could bring me to my knees and I’d happily genuflect for as long as she wanted me to.
When she and her friend walked in, I recognized her immediately, and knew she might be in trouble when Stimpy approached her. What came out of my mouth after that, was done while I was obviously in some kind of fugue state, because I’d never declared anyone as belonging to me, and certainly not in a place as public as Smileys.
Goddammit, that was not my smartest moment.
Because now she was marked as mine.
And I liked it.
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Raquel
By the third shot of Patrón, I was feeling pretty loose. I blamed Orion and the way he made me feel. Safe. Relaxed. Accepted. I also blamed Sierra. She kept handing me shot glasses with the liquid deliciousness that I’d never been able to resist.
When she tried to hand me the fourth, I shook my head. “If I have another one, I’m gonna go home with someone.”
“I’m good with that,” Orion said. “If it’s me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep dreaming, big man.”
He chuckled as he stood, then leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Baby, I’m your dream come true and you’ll figure that out sooner than later.”
I couldn’t stop a shiver as I shook my head and laughed. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t had sex in two years, and I was just tipsy enough to want Orion to whet that appetite. Or oil the creaks. Or get me wetandoily.
Oh, who was I kidding? I’d let that man oil me up even if I was sober.
I watched him walk up to the bar, his ass looking unbelievable in his Levis, and I imagined him taking me from behind. He returned with a beer, a grin from ear-to-ear, and leaned down again to whisper in my ear. “You keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna take you somewhere private.”
I licked my lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His eyes widened slightly, studying me for a few seconds before sitting down again.
“Why are you called Orion?” I asked.
He smiled. “Mom. She figured since our last name was Graves, she wanted me to remember to look at the stars, so she’d always call me Orion, instead of Adam.”
“Adam Graves,” I said. “That’s a good, strong name.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. No one ever calls me by it, but I guess it’s a good one.”
“I like it.” I smiled. “Do you have siblings?”
“Drake and Violet. Both younger, both a pain in the ass most of the time.” He cocked his head. “Done with the twenty questions?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He grinned. “Give me your phone.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Just give it to me.” I handed him my phone and he typed something into it, then handed it back. “You’ve got my info now. Use it.”
“For what?”
“Anything you want.”
