The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(75)

All right.

Enough.

He pushed from the opening and stalked to her, framing her face in his hands when he arrived, pushing her head back and blocking out the moonlight with his.

“Addie—”

She slid her hands in his overcoat, under his suit jacket, and curled them around his sides.

“It was a great second first date, Toby.”

He was done.

“Shit, I gotta fuck you in the cold in the bed of my truck.”

She grinned her I-own-this-man grin. “Works for me.”

Of course it did.

He kissed her.

And it was the hottest, and most beautiful fuck he’d ever had, even if it was in the cold with him bent over her, covering her as best he could with her ass at the edge of the tailgate he’d pulled down, the spikes of the heels of her boots digging in his ass.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

And he’d never forget pulling her hair free and seeing those waves and curls all over the ribbed steel, her eyes locked on his as he moved inside.

Only Addie would take that fucking and get off on it as hard as she did.

Only his Addie.

His match made in heaven.



It would be their second go, in his bed, when he was inside her, going slow, both of them bathed in moonlight, the waves and curls of her hair all over his pillows, watching her body move under him with the rhythm of his as she took his cock when he gave back as good as he got.

“Gone for you too, Adeline,” he whispered.

“I know, honey,” she whispered back, tightening all her limbs around him.

Toby just smiled and kissed her as he fucked her because . . .

Of course she did.



Toby would spend the next week working with Johnny on the sly, sifting through pictures and flipping through photo albums and going through their women’s stuff when they weren’t around.

But when they found it, they knew they’d found it.

So they took it to Margot and told her how it was going to go down.

Without Eliza knowing it, at the altar, after Charlie put her hand in Johnny’s, he was going to wrap that braided leather around their hands. A braid of leather that would bind them throughout the ceremony. A braid of leather Daphne was wearing in a picture Johnny had found, wearing it as a headband in a photo Izzy had, and Toby had found that leather braid in the back of an old jewelry box Addie had by her mother’s picture on her dresser.

And when Toby married Addie, Izzy would move from her sister’s side and do the same thing.

It made Margot shoo them out so they wouldn’t see her crying.

In other words, both men knew they’d been right.

It was perfect.





The Place to Be

Addie

“AND . . . VOILà!”

Margot pulled the sheet off the first whiteboard.

Then the second.

And the third.

And I sat next to Eliza, who was sitting between me and Deanna, pressing my lips together and alternately watching Margot and glancing at my sister out of the corners of my eyes.

I knew exactly what would happen.

And it happened.

I watched my sister’s face light up . . .

“Oh, Margot!” she cried, jumping from her seat, rushing to the first whiteboard and pointing at a picture. “That’s the dress I had my eye on!”

“Excellent,” Margot declared, walking to that whiteboard and ripping the pictures of the five other dresses she had on there from it, and the clips from bridal magazines drifted to the ground.

I looked to Deanna.

Deanna looked to me.

Her chest was heaving with suppressed laughter.

Mine was too.

“There’s a bridal shop in the city,” Margot went on. “They have that in stock to try on. I’ll make an appointment. We’ll go after the new year. They’ve told me, once it’s ordered, it takes four to five months to have it made. With alterations, we have no time to spare.”

“Do you think we can get this limo?” Izzy asked, pointing to a picture of a classy-ass, black Cadillac limousine.

Shoop!

Shoop!

Shoop!

The three other limo pictures that were on the whiteboard floated to the ground.

I snorted.

“Girl,” Deanna mumbled under her breath.

Izzy and Margot did not hear us.

“That limo is available from a company in Bowling Green,” Margot proclaimed. “Consider it booked. I’ll also book two more, one for the bridal party, and one for David and myself and any other special guests you might have.”

“Oh my, do you think Macy can find those peach roses?” Izzy gushed, gazing with wonder at a photo of a bouquet.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

I pressed both fists hard into my belly.

Deanna reached across Izzy’s chair to grab hold of my knee like it was a lifeline.

“I’ve already been in touch with her. There’ll be an additional charge to what we’ve already put a deposit on when we gave her our preliminary ideas, but she assures me she’ll have no problem locating them,” Margot asserted.

“My hair . . .” Izzy turned to Margot. “I think I want it looser.”

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!