Page 29 of Rune
Croft’s lips tilted up, revealing his one dimple. “The little sister is too young for you.”
Right.
If he wanted to assume this was just a hookup sort of situation, I could lean into that.
“I mean, I guess it makes sense.”
“What does?”
“Why you don’t want to hang out with the club girls. Carmen the jealous type?”
“It’s… not like that.”
“Well, it’s like something. Who travels an hour for a booty call? When there’s plenty right at home?”
“Someone who likes what they got a taste of?”
It wasn’t a lie. So it didn’t land like one. It just wasn’t my truth.
Though I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of Carmen.
And how fucked up was that? Wanting the woman who wanted me dead?
“Rune.”
“Croft.”
“A man who just had a great hookup doesn’t go on a punishing run in the sweltering heat.”
“You’re reading too much into this.”
“I don’t think I am.” He sighed and looked off toward the waves. “Are you in danger?”
“No.” She hadn’t even been able to pull the trigger before she interacted with me. Now that she had, I was a solid ninety-eight percent sure there was no chance she was going to try again.
“If that changes, you gonna tap me in?”
“I always have before.”
“And you will this time.”
“Yes.”
“Alright. Now get on your bike. I’m following you home in case you lose consciousness or some shit from all the sweating.”
“When did you become such a mom?” I asked, but followed him back toward our bikes.
I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I felt like shit. I absolutely pushed it too hard. I needed a shower, some food, and more electrolytes.
So I followed Croft back to the club, ordered food for everyone, then jumped in the shower with another bottle of electrolytes, chugging as the cool water cascaded down my body.
And what did I think about in that shower?
Carmen.
Bent over in those damn biker shorts of hers as she scrubbed the baseboards, her round ass giving me all sorts of ideas I didn’t need to be thinking about a woman who wanted me dead.
“Fuck,” I grumbled when my cock got all sorts of ideas of what I should have done instead of tell her that she was cleaning wrong. It would have been so easy to walk over there, kneel behind her, pull down her shorts and panties…
