tells me with a lust-filled grin. “Hot as shit. I don’t care if you are my sister now.”
I shudder at his confession. “I am not your sister. Now all of you better get the fuck away from me before I kill every single one of you.”
Luca, the wisest of the group, trots away from me toward the bar, his laugh echoing after him.
“Did I just overhear you threatening to murder a group of bikers?” a familiar, deep voice says with humor behind me.
The guys howl and bark some more before following Luca to the bar, leaving me alone with the voice of my dreams.
“They’re assholes,” I say with a pout.
Gun slides an arm around my waist and pulls my back to his chest. His lips find my bare neck and he kisses it in such a way that has me craving to drag him back to the breakroom — and we won’t be putting together fucking puzzles, I can assure you.
“How’s work? Miss me yet?”
His smug words cut through my sexual haze and I turn in his arms, ready to tell him we need space, especially the night of the full moon. But once my eyes find his smoldering chocolate ones, I melt in his arms.
“Why do you have to be so hot?” I groan.
He flashes me a grin and steals a kiss. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
I roll my eyes at him and tug out of his warm embrace. “I just beat a bunch of men with this rag,” I threaten with a swing of it, “and I’m not opposed to beating you too.”
His laughter fills my soul and I can’t help the grin that breaks out on my face.
“You’re so fucking cute, hádanka.”
And my heart is in a puddle of goo. Again. Damn him and his sweet pet name.
“What do you want, Gun? I’m working.” I attempt to let annoyance drip from my tone but it doesn’t quite have the effect I’m aiming for.
He snatches my hand and drags me to him, placing a kiss on the top of it. “I came to invite you to lunch.”
My eyes dart to the dark window. “It’s almost midnight, goofball.”
“Which is my lunch time,” he tells me with a smug tone. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
He’s dragging me toward the door when I finally put on the brakes. “Wait! Gun, you can’t just come in here and literally drag me away from my job. You’re an animal. I have work to do.”
“Please, Frankie.”
He gives me sad, puppy dog eyes and I cave. “Shit, you’re killing my reputation,” I huff.
Breaking from his grasp, I walk over to the bar where Luca’s leaned over flashing Casey a wicked smile that used to melt my panties right off my body. That girl doesn’t listen and that boy is one horny motherfucker. They don’t belong together. But they aren’t my business — they can figure their own shit out.
“Case,” I say with a sigh, “Do you mind if I take a short break and have dinner with Gun? Can you and the others hold down the fort for half an hour?”
Luca chuckles. “Take all the time you need, pup. As long as I’m having a chat with Casey, nobody will give her a hard time about being slow with their refills.”
I’m ready to lay into him and tell him to leave her alone. Remind him that she’s just an innocent human. But then I sense it. Something different coming from him.
“Are you wearing a new cologne?” I question.
He shakes his head and his eyes are back on the bubbly blonde, ignoring me altogether.
Winston chimes in with a whispered response. “That, little sister, is our fearless leader staking his claim.”
I swivel around and gape at Winston in horror.
“Yep, wolf shit. It stinks if you ask me,” he says with a chuckle.
Before I vomit, not from the smell because it was quite alluring actually, but from the premise alone, I push away from the bar and haul ass toward my man. My human man devoid of all creepy animal shit.
“Gun, let’s go,” I bark out, eager to leave the Brainless Horny Idiots otherwise known as my “brothers.”
Sometimes being a shifter is nothing but bullshit.
Gunnar
“I can only take half an hour,”
I shudder at his confession. “I am not your sister. Now all of you better get the fuck away from me before I kill every single one of you.”
Luca, the wisest of the group, trots away from me toward the bar, his laugh echoing after him.
“Did I just overhear you threatening to murder a group of bikers?” a familiar, deep voice says with humor behind me.
The guys howl and bark some more before following Luca to the bar, leaving me alone with the voice of my dreams.
“They’re assholes,” I say with a pout.
Gun slides an arm around my waist and pulls my back to his chest. His lips find my bare neck and he kisses it in such a way that has me craving to drag him back to the breakroom — and we won’t be putting together fucking puzzles, I can assure you.
“How’s work? Miss me yet?”
His smug words cut through my sexual haze and I turn in his arms, ready to tell him we need space, especially the night of the full moon. But once my eyes find his smoldering chocolate ones, I melt in his arms.
“Why do you have to be so hot?” I groan.
He flashes me a grin and steals a kiss. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
I roll my eyes at him and tug out of his warm embrace. “I just beat a bunch of men with this rag,” I threaten with a swing of it, “and I’m not opposed to beating you too.”
His laughter fills my soul and I can’t help the grin that breaks out on my face.
“You’re so fucking cute, hádanka.”
And my heart is in a puddle of goo. Again. Damn him and his sweet pet name.
“What do you want, Gun? I’m working.” I attempt to let annoyance drip from my tone but it doesn’t quite have the effect I’m aiming for.
He snatches my hand and drags me to him, placing a kiss on the top of it. “I came to invite you to lunch.”
My eyes dart to the dark window. “It’s almost midnight, goofball.”
“Which is my lunch time,” he tells me with a smug tone. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
He’s dragging me toward the door when I finally put on the brakes. “Wait! Gun, you can’t just come in here and literally drag me away from my job. You’re an animal. I have work to do.”
“Please, Frankie.”
He gives me sad, puppy dog eyes and I cave. “Shit, you’re killing my reputation,” I huff.
Breaking from his grasp, I walk over to the bar where Luca’s leaned over flashing Casey a wicked smile that used to melt my panties right off my body. That girl doesn’t listen and that boy is one horny motherfucker. They don’t belong together. But they aren’t my business — they can figure their own shit out.
“Case,” I say with a sigh, “Do you mind if I take a short break and have dinner with Gun? Can you and the others hold down the fort for half an hour?”
Luca chuckles. “Take all the time you need, pup. As long as I’m having a chat with Casey, nobody will give her a hard time about being slow with their refills.”
I’m ready to lay into him and tell him to leave her alone. Remind him that she’s just an innocent human. But then I sense it. Something different coming from him.
“Are you wearing a new cologne?” I question.
He shakes his head and his eyes are back on the bubbly blonde, ignoring me altogether.
Winston chimes in with a whispered response. “That, little sister, is our fearless leader staking his claim.”
I swivel around and gape at Winston in horror.
“Yep, wolf shit. It stinks if you ask me,” he says with a chuckle.
Before I vomit, not from the smell because it was quite alluring actually, but from the premise alone, I push away from the bar and haul ass toward my man. My human man devoid of all creepy animal shit.
“Gun, let’s go,” I bark out, eager to leave the Brainless Horny Idiots otherwise known as my “brothers.”
Sometimes being a shifter is nothing but bullshit.
Gunnar
“I can only take half an hour,”
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