Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(68)

“Do you believe me about Kressa?”

“Yes. I overreacted.” She lifted one shoulder and looked away.

I moved in closer, crowding her. I tipped up her chin. “Maybe I should punish you for that.”

“What do you have in mind?” She waggled her brows.

“We can discuss it over dinner. Be ready to leave in an hour.”

“I have to meet my cousin at Karaoke King later.” She walked backward toward the door. “Come with me after dinner.”

“What the fuck is Karaoke King?”

“Only the best place in the world. You can meet Hugh. He’s a great guy. And then you can have your way with me again.” She winked.

I scrubbed a hand over my face after she shut the door.

I was getting in deep with this girl, and it scared the shit out of me.

But I’d never been one to run from things that scared me.

Looks like I was going to Karaoke King.





twenty-seven





Dylan





“They’re going to think we’re dating,” I said, as we strode down the street toward Karaoke King. My happy place. It was an old college haunt that I used to frequent often, and I couldn’t wait to get back up on stage.

I’d asked Gallan to drop us off two blocks back so I could show Wolf my old stomping grounds. There was the little market on the corner that I’d shopped at when I was in college, the best taco stand around, which we’d just passed, and a boutique I’d always loved. This part of town was a little more hipster than the city, and the college kids dominated this area.

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. Sabine said she and Z wanted to meet for a drink, so they can just meet us there. I wasn’t going to tell her we’d meet them after leaving this godforsaken karaoke bar you’re dragging me to.”

I chuckled. He was grumpy about the most ridiculous things. Yet the man swam in the ocean after being shot three times.

Choose your battles, dude.

It’s freaking karaoke.

You’ve done worse.

“Why not?” My hand grazed his, and his pinky finger wrapped around mine for a brief couple of seconds before he let it go.

And a little part of me wanted him to grab my hand.

How messed up was that?

I wasn’t a hand holder.

“Because I’m going to suffer through what I consider the equivalent of hell and listen to drunk assholes who think they can sing, just so I can get you home and spend the rest of the night worshipping your body. And I know you wore those leather pants just to fuck with me.”

I came to a stop and turned to face him. He tugged at my dress coat, pulling it closed. That was the thing about Wolf. He worried about me being cold. He worried when my father was injured, and he’d flown there to make sure I was okay. But I couldn’t read him outside of those little details. He’d made it clear he didn’t do relationships, yet he also wouldn’t be with me unless we’d both agreed to be monogamous.

And I wasn’t pushing it because I didn’t know if I was even capable of being in a serious relationship.

But I knew I missed him when he wasn’t there. I loved spending time with him. He made me laugh. He challenged me.

But he was also pigheaded and bossy.

And I was just waiting to wake up and be done with this.

It just hadn’t happened yet.

And I found myself thinking about him all the time. I’d never done that with anyone else. So, it was scary and exciting and mysterious all at the same time.

“These are leggings, and they are very popular right now.” I glanced down at my outfit. A white blouse with the top three buttons low enough to show the lace of my bra, black leather leggings, red stilettos, and several layered gold necklaces. The camel-colored dress jacket added a little sophistication and a whole lot of warmth. “I do not choose my clothing to fuck with you.” So maybe I knew he’d lose his mind over these pants, but it wasn’t to mess with him; it was to make sure he was looking at me when we were out. But I’d keep that to myself.

He backed me up until I felt the brick building behind me. We were on a side street one block away from Karaoke King, so it was fairly quiet. Wolf wore an off-white fitted sweater, dark jeans, and military boots. He had on a black trench coat that he’d left open. He looked ridiculously sexy. His hands slipped inside my jacket, gliding up and down my ribs.

“You look so fucking gorgeous I can barely see straight.”

My tongue dipped out to wet my lips. “Good. Then the outfit is doing its job. But, if you talk like that at the bar, your sister will definitely know something is up. And my cousin, Hugh, is very observant. I told him that you were just a guy from work. We want to keep this a secret, right?”

I wasn’t sure why we were being secretive. My sisters knew we were having a little fling. I mean, the man had flown to Honey Mountain and stayed for days. I’m pretty sure Dad was onto us. But we’d kept things on the down-low at work, even when I’d had my mini meltdown this afternoon when Tawny came into the break room and told me that Wolf’s ex-girlfriend had come to see him. I’d kept it together in front of her before I’d marched in there, ready to burn the place down.

I didn’t think anyone suspected anything as we’d been fairly professional at the office—well, if you don’t count the time he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, and the fact that he’d lifted my skirt and plopped me onto his desk today and gave me yet another office orgasm. Yikes. And there was that elevator blow job.