Page 57 of Double Shot

“I got it.” He effortlessly picked it up with one hand and carried it toward the desk.

While his back was turned, I fanned my face and took a deep, fortifying breath. Literally everything this werewolf did was beyond hot. And the way his back muscles shifted under his shirt as he walked? The way his ass looked in those jeans, all firm and round and tight? The way his dark, wavy hair brushed the nape of his neck, looking all soft and thick and silky and like I could just get a perfect handful and hold on tight while that beautiful mouth moved up and down my dick—

“Oof.” I’d been so distracted, I’d walked straight into the back of him. In reflex, my hands shot out to land on his hips, steadying us both. Not that I needed to steady him—he was like a giant redwood. An immovable object.

I heard his breath catch. He spun to face me, our fronts brushing as neither one of us stepped back to create a polite amount of distance. I had to tilt my head right back to look up at his face, which made me acutely aware of just how much bigger he was than me. He was huge.

It reminded me of our wild fuck in the locker room at Cratos. He’d crowded me from behind, pounding his big dick into me, his entire body surrounding mine. He could probably pick me up with one hand.

I kind of wanted him to try.

His throat bobbed as he stared down at me in silence. I offered him another little smile, nibbling on my lower lip as I snuck a quick look at his mouth.

“I’m really glad you showed up here tonight,” I said, knowing he was probably feeling too shy or anxious to say anything right now. His eyes had widened a little, and his cheeks were flushed. I was pretty sure I could feel his heart pounding through his shirt.

That was okay. I didn’t have the same problem with getting tongue-tied. I’d been called an oversharer by many people in my life. It was only because of Nat and his vehement cursing out of anyone who criticised me that I wasn’t insecure about it.

The world needed people like me—people who liked to talk and be extra friendly and maybe overshare sometimes. We balanced things out for the people like Brian, who needed someone else to lead a conversation, to fill in all the gaps, to steer things.

“I thought about buying tickets to the wrestling just so I could see you again,” I admitted with a sheepish grin, resisting the urge to slip my hands under the hem of his shirt so I could feel how hot and smooth his skin was. “Or going back to Club Cratos.”

His eyes widened. “You… you shouldn’t go there, Klaus. It’s kind of skeevy. Not safe.”

“I found it pretty exciting.” I shrugged. “And I can defend myself, don’t worry.”

While it was true, I would’ve much preferred to have a big, strong man defending me instead.

“Still, I…” He hesitated, his blush deepening, then rushed out, “I wanted to see you again too. I actually… That’s why I came here. Tonight. To see you.”

My heart thudded hard. “Really?”

He nodded, then sheepishly admitted, “I didn’t need a room.”

I burst out laughing, and his mouth tilted up into a rueful smile. Lucifer, he was so handsome. I had to stop myself from grabbing his beautiful face and yanking it down so I could kiss the Hell out of him. Just because we’d fucked—and I’d sucked his dick… and jerked him off through a glory hole—that didn’t mean he necessarily wanted to kiss me. But I really, really hoped he wanted to kiss me.

Drawing back, I gestured at the desk. “Let me refund you.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s okay. I… Technically I’ve used the room, so…”

“Well, at least you got some use out of it,” I said brightly, then blushed. Nibbling my lower lip, I glanced over my shoulder at the door and reluctantly said, “I shouldn’t really leave the front office during my shift. It’s my aunt and uncle’s motel and I don’t want them to get, like, robbed or whatever. But, um, you don’t have to stay in here with me, obviously. Maybe we could—”

“I don’t mind,” he said quickly. “I don’t mind sitting in here with you. If you want me to.”

My breath caught, heart starting to beat a little faster. I tucked a curl behind my ear and nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Okay.” He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, then pulled them out again, then twisted his fingers together before gesturing at the door. “Um, I noticed a diner down the street. Do you… want some dinner? I can go grab it. Bring it back here.”

“That sounds nice.” My belly swooped. Oh my Lucifer, oh my Lucifer, this was almost turning into a date. I had to text Nat as soon as possible.

“Great. Yeah. Nice.” He blushed and took a step toward the door. “So I’ll just go… Oh, what would you like?”

“I’d love an omelette. Ooh, and a slice of pie. Whatever they’ve got; I don’t mind.”

“Okay.” Now that he had a task, a purpose, he seemed to relax a little. Enough to flash me a brief but big and beautiful grin. “I won’t be long. Are you sure that’s all you want?”

I nodded, grinning back at him, biting my lip to hold back a chuckle when he fumbled with the handle and opened the door directly into his boot, making it rattle in its frame. With a blush, he stepped out of the way so he could pull it open enough to actually leave.

The moment he was gone, I practically dove over the desk and grabbed my phone. Opening my messages with Nat, I tapped to start a new voice note, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement.