Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(55)
“Fuck no.” He slowly stalked closer, giving her ample time to back away or warn him off. When she did neither, he eased his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. “No, little witch, I don’t. I want to tell Miguel and Terrance to make themselves scarce, carry you upstairs, and fuck you until we both drop unconscious … but you have other plans.”
She slid her palms up his arms and played with the hair at his nape, her touch lighting a fire deep beneath his skin. “You fight dirty, but you already know that, don’t you?”
“All’s fair in fucking and orgasms, babe.”
With a chuckle, she shimmied from his hold. “Maybe, and as much as I want to take you up on your offer, I fear Vi’s wrath more if I bail on Girls’ Night. And while my head’s clear of all your orgasm-talk, I had an idea for an adoption fair, but I’m still working out the plan. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to share.”
“Sounds good … but it would sound even better if you shared it while you were naked and in my bed.”
“I’ll see what time I’m done with my thing tonight, and maybe I’ll give you a call.”
Damian chuckled. “You’ll be giving me a booty call?”
“Guess you’ll wait and see, won’t you?”
With a coy wink, she headed toward the barn where she said goodbye to Miguel. All Damian could do was stare, watching her get into her car with a short wave. So preoccupied with watching her go, he didn’t see Terrance or the kid’s shit-eating smirk.
“It’s so freakin’ cool, isn’t it?” The kid interjected his thoughts. “I know I shouldn’t be surprised. Anyone who was trained to be the Prima witch has to be one of the biggest Supernatural badasses around, but still … I can’t wait to say that I know a real Supernatural bounty hunter.”
A bowling ball formed in Damian’s stomach. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Terr.”
Terrance nodded his chin to where Rose’s car bounced down the lane. “Rose. Do you think that when she joins the bounty club or whatever, that she’ll be able to get me Dog’s autograph?”
“Rose isn’t a bounty hunter … Supernatural or otherwise.”
Terrance’s excited smile wilted, leaving him looking like a bundle of nerves. “Oh. Uh. I figured she told you. She didn’t tell me, but she talked to Jasper while she was grooming him earlier and I was in the next stall with Butternut and I heard … never mind.”
Rose had talked to the horse.
Rose had told the horse she was bounty hunting?
Damian clenched his jaw until it nearly cracked. “Did you overhear her tell Jasper anything else?”
“No, at least nothing I understood.” Terrance shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Maybe she’s doing it for her grandma … or her sister. They’re the big witch leaders, right?”
Something told him Rose didn’t get the idea to Hunt from Edie or her sister. If there were a devil and an angel perched on her shoulders, doling out advice, that demon devil was definitely named Julius.
“Tell Miguel I’ll owe him one for closing things tonight. I have to head out.” Damian tossed his gloves to the teenager and hightailed it into the office to grab his motorcycle keys, and then he went on a Hunt of his own.
Not for an unruly shifter, or a wayward demon, or voracious vampire.
He went on the prowl for a certain, sexy witch.
13
All Aboard (The No-Pants Express)
Rose hustled across the street, sidestepping a cab that tried getting a jump-start off the line before the blinking pedestrian light went solid. The driver laid on his horn, but instead of dispersing the sea of commuters, more stepped into his path and he had no choice but to wait, his hands flailing impatiently.
Rose chuckled. She loved New York. She always had, but no longer being the Prima Apparent, she spent more time living in it instead of passing through it. There were things about the city that she’d never heard of, or visited, and it was a travesty that she was determined to correct.
The Eagles’ “Witchy Woman” blared from her bag, earning her glances from passersby.
Immediately identifying the ringtone she’d picked out for Violet, Rose answered the call. “You better not be bailing on dinner. It’s been forever since the three of us have had a chance to sit and talk, and like I texted you, I’m worried about Olly. I think we’re getting close to needing a triplet intervention.”
“Hello to you, too,” Vi greeted, her voice amused. “And no, I’m not bailing. As much as I love Lincoln and all his sexy shifter growling, I need sister time. And speaking of our youngest womb-mate, I’m swinging by Olly’s office to pick her up now.”
“At NYU? What’s she doing there on the weekend?”
“She didn’t say, but I think she’s been sleeping there to avoid her roommate.”
“I knew it was bad, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” Rose paused, thinking about their sister’s cramped college office. “Wait … where the hell is she sleeping? With floor-to-ceiling books, there’s barely enough room for a desk.”
“Knowing her, she made one out of the books,” Vi quipped.