That’s it.
My orgasm crashes through me, a hot, rushing wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping, breathless, undone. My fingers still, my spine arches, and every nerve in my body lights up like fireflies.
I sink back into the water, trembling through the aftershocks, heart thudding, body singing.
Then another message buzzes through:
Thor: I need to see you. Tomorrow?
Luna: I’m busy tomorrow.
Thor: Doing what?
Luna: Starting a new job. But we could meet after my shift?
Thor: Where?
Luna: Holloway’s Hideout.
Thor: Really? You’re working for that guy? I hear he’s a real bastard.
Luna: You’d be correct.
Thor: You free after your shift?
Luna: Yes.
Thor: Perfect.
Luna: Where will we meet? How will I know it’s you?
Thor: So impatient. You know my voice, don’t you? I’ll find you.
I sink deeper into the bath, water slipping over my skin like silk. My pulse is still fluttering.
I just came harder than I ever have in my life.
Over a man whose face I’ve never even seen.
I think it’s safe to say…
My Rumspringa has officially begun.
With a man whose name I don’t know.
Whose face I haven’t seen.
But that voice…
God help me. That voice.
13
HUNTER
Sitting in my office, I’ve thrown this football in the air at least fifty times.
Catch. Spin. Toss again.
