CHAPTERELEVEN
“Let us drop you off.” Rune placed his hands on my hips and pulled my body against his, staring down into my eyes. I could get lost in his golden gaze if I wasn’t careful. He dipped his head down to my level, pressing his forehead against mine, a teasing smile gracing his features. “You know you want to.”
I chuckled quietly and ran my fingers over his shoulders. “If you’re headed back to Poppy’s place, I’m in the opposite direction.”
He shrugged, his muscles bunching under my fingertips. “The train is fast.”
My lips pinched in hesitation. Lunch hadn’t been bad. I halfway liked these weirdos.
“Come on.” Rune feathered his lips over mine in a ghost’s kiss.
I sighed, pressing my mouth against his harder. I kissed him once. “Fine.”
His lips lingered, as he whispered, “The seats recline too. I know you like that.”
I chuckled, grinning up at him. One good point for him: he made me laugh a lot.
“Are you coming, asshole?” Alaric jeered from the top of the King Corporation train’s stairs, half hanging out the door. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, a goofy smile twisting his lips. “Quit making out in public. It’s unruly.”
“He’s just jealous,” Rune whispered. “He gets all grumpy if he’s not getting any.”
“Fuck you. I got laid this morning.”
Rune glanced up at him in confusion. “When the hell did you have time for that?”
He pounded on his chest with his fist, lowering his voice an octave. “I make time.”
I rolled my eyes. “You guys are a bunch of sex addicts.”
Golden eyes snapped back to mine, a dark seriousness entering their deep color. “Is that what you think of me? I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy, but I can back—”
I snapped my hand over his mouth, cutting him short. My eyes crinkled in humor. “I was teasing. I don’t think that. In fact, I can appreciate a healthy sex drive.”
His eyes heated, and he bit my hand playfully.
Alaric waved his hand. “Okay, really. We’re done waiting. You guys can take another train if you can’t separate from each other long enough to climb the damn stairs.”
The sexy man pressed against me, grabbed my hand from over his mouth, and pulled me along behind him up the stairs. “We’re coming. We’re coming.”
“Hopefully, not in the wet term. That would be a little embarrassing. That’s not even a minute, man. That’s like premature and shit,” Alaric jibed. He backed into the train when Rune tried to kick him in retaliation, barely missing the blow. Alaric laughed as he sat down in a seat, the door closing behind us. He pointed over his shoulder. “We left the back two seats free. So you can smooch and stuff without making us want to hurl.”
“That’s very considerate of you.” I smiled sweetly.
Then I kicked him in the shin with my black boot.
At his shocked expression, I stated innocently, “I don’t miss, even if he does.”
Rune leaned over and grabbed his knees, laughing so hard his whole body shook.
From the seat across the aisle, Finn muttered, “Megan, do you remember when I told you that you reminded me of someone?”
I nodded. “I do.”
He flicked a finger at Rune’s slumped over form, the man snorting like a pig now since he couldn’t breathe through his amusement. “It was him.”
My grin widened. “He is hot!”
Finn rolled his eyes. “Yes, you’re just like him.”
