“Did it work?” I asked, unable to look away from the spectacle in front of me.
“Nah, it was really just a way for some sick fucks to get their twisted kicks.” He pursed his lips.
There was a shriek as Moose let Blondie up just long enough to catch his breath, then shoved him down again. My dick twitched hard and I let out a long shaky breath. Uhlig slappedmy shoulder as Moose dragged Blondie out of the tub and physically hurled him a few feet away, where he rolled to a stop on the floor, coughing and wheezing while clawing at his throat.
A chuckle slipped out of me.
The man flipped onto his front and raised his head. He spotted me, and my blood ran cold. No one was home. He had the dead eyes of a predator. I didn’t have any weapons on me tonight because I was hunting, not preparing for a kill. I wasn’t exactly defenseless, but a frisson of fear skittered up my spine and made my heart try to choke me.
“You had enough?” Moose bellowed.
Blondie hopped to his feet, eyeballing me. “Maybe from you. I’ll just fuck up your little boyfriend.” He charged.
“I’m not little,” I said, but that was my mouth running on autopilot.
“Shit.” Uhlig hustled away from me.
My heart pounded so hard I might pass out as Blondie bore down on me, arms pumping.
“Don’t move.” I coached myself through the moment. I wanted to run. Zig. Zag. Anything but stand in front of the bull. But he was moving fast, and I hadn’t reacted soon enough for a foot race. So, I waited while my heart tried to escape my chest, chiseling away at my ribs like a pickaxe. At the last second, I shifted left, grabbed his arm, and propelled him forward into the wall with all my weight.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’ll tell you himself.”
The guy slid down the wall, a bug hitting a proverbial windshield, and crashed to his knees. He stayed there, face leaning against the concrete, bloody and still. I wasn’t sure if he was knocked out, in horrible pain, or if he’d actually gotten a lungful of water and was drowning despite sucking in air.
Moose raised his fists.
The crowd above went bonkers, smacking the glass as if they had front row seats at a hockey game. Dread started to sink into my skin at the quiet. There was thethunk,thunk,thunkof fists, but we couldn’t hear anything else. It was really fucking odd.
Uhlig smirked—gaze darting down my front with fascination—as he walked out toward Moose. He shook Moose’s hand and leaned forward to say something to Moose that made him wrinkle his nose.
“Stop flirting with my man,” I called.
Uhlig chuckled and the warm sound carried through the otherwise still room.
Moose stalked over to the double doors. There was a bruise forming around his left eye and a trickle of blood rolled from a split in his bottom lip to tremble on his chin, waiting to spill. Fuck, it was sexy.
He opened the door for me and waited. It took me too long to realize he was trying to be gentlemanly, or at least his version of it, so he was already through the door by the time I followed him into the locker room. The guy at the desk tossed Moose a small manila envelope, and he stuffed it in his back pocket, not stopping to count the spoils of war as he barreled onward, full steam ahead, out into the long spooky hall we’d walked down to get here.
I rushed after him and grabbed his hand. He spun toward me, fist raised, and I went up on tiptoe to brush my lips against his. I caught a hint of his blood and savored the flavor. It took almost no time at all for him to wrap his arms around me and drag me against all those delicious muscles.
“Why?” Moose asked against my mouth, eyes a little too big. Fuck, he was still hopped up on the fight. This really was my lucky night. He was beautiful. I licked a drop of blood from his lips.
I took a shot in the dark and thought he might want an explanation for me attacking his mouth with mine. “That was the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done for me. If you want my cock—” I pressed firmly against him and the pressure set off pleasure bombs along my spine. “—you can have it anywhere you want it.”
Hell, this was a bad idea. It felt so good. I’d missed having a man. It was impossible with my hobby ofmurderto let someone get close.
Moose moaned and picked me up higher as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on for dear life, letting myself forget this wasn’t real. He was a damned good kisser.
Fuck, really, really good.
I’d never had a guy who could lift me as if I was nothing and grind while holding me against his dick. My hands shook as I forced my tongue into his mouth and tried to tame this beast, temperature rising like I was trapped in the middle of a volcano. The fake-boyfriend angle obviously was working, but I could already feel myself slipping to a spot where I was losing focus. I couldn’t allow it to happen.
“Right here. Let’s fuck here.” My cock kicked as my hands trembled. Okay, apparently I was choosing the insanity option. His bulge felt huge against mine. Fuck, I wanted this so bad. I grabbed his solid shoulders, then ran a hand through his hair. There was so much of him and I wanted to touch it all—right now.
“No,” he said, dropping me to my feet.
“Why?” I clung to his shirt.
