away if it was too fast, but she didn’t. Instead, she stepped closer and rose on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down. Slanting his mouth to hers, he delved his tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth and thought his body might combust just from the sweet taste of her. Decadent like chocolate, she tasted sweet and sinful at the same time, a devil and an angel wrapped up together. Gingerly, he put his hands on her waist, and she let out a small moan when his thumbs grazed the warm skin bared between shirt and jeans.
Her arms loosened slightly, and he pressed one more kiss to her lips before releasing her. Best. Kiss. Ever.
“I’ll let you know when I get home. Thanks for today. It was a lot of fun.”
Her eyes were glittering with happiness as she sat down in her car and shut the door. He stood out in the parking lot and watched her leave until the red glow of her taillights was gone.
“Oh, hey, Michael.” Fritz interrupted his reverie over the days’ events and the amazing kiss. Fritz was carrying a guitar case towards the band's van that was parked at the back of the lot.
“Hey, Fritz. How are things?”
Fritz unlocked the back of the van and set the case down gently. Turning with a broad smile, he said, “Man, I’ve never been happier. I had no idea how freeing it was to find my truemate. And her brothers are great.”
Suddenly, Michael wasn’t feeling very jealous of the younger wolf. He’d found his own mate, and he couldn’t be happier, either. Clapping Fritz on the back, he said, “I’m happy for you.”
He returned to the bar to say goodnight to his family and friends and then headed home. As he pushed open the front door, his phone beeped with a text from Shyne:
“Home Safe. Thanks for Everything. You’re Wonderful.”
He returned a text to her before lying down for the night. “You’re wonderful, too. Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”
He was certain his own dreams would be very, very sweet, too.
Chapter 5
Michael called Sunday morning when she was sharing chocolate chip bagels with Trav and rehashing Saturday. After a lengthy conversation, she could now add ‘great talker’ to her growing list of things she liked about him.
For the next several days, she and Michael hung out in the gym while he cooled down from his workout, talking about anything and everything. He was as easy to talk to as Trav and had the added bonus of being straight.
On Thursday, Dante called her into his office and asked her to join them on Saturday night for one of Cairo’s underground boxing matches. He boxed once or twice a month, and they were pretty big events even though they were off the books from the boxing commission and authority of any sort. When she went to her first one two months earlier, she’d had the distinct impression that a lot of the men who had boxers fighting for them were criminals of one kind or another. There was plenty of glitz and glamour, but underneath that was a taste of something dark and unpleasant.
She opened her mouth to say that she didn’t really want to go when he added, “Cairo would really appreciate it if you went, Shyne.”
Guilt settled on her. They’d been so nice to her and supportive. And it wasn’t like she had plans this weekend. Her hope that Michael was going to ask her out hadn’t happened yet.
“Sure, Dante.”
He brightened considerably, and then he frowned. “I also need to talk to you about that wolf.”
He said wolf like the word was made of tacks and hurt his mouth.
“Oh?” She felt like she was sitting in the principal’s office suddenly.
“Yeah.” He swiveled in his desk chair slightly and gave her a long, reproving look. “It’s not really appropriate for you to be out on the floor like that with a customer. You’re not a trainer, and it looks unprofessional.”
Several smart retorts flashed
Her arms loosened slightly, and he pressed one more kiss to her lips before releasing her. Best. Kiss. Ever.
“I’ll let you know when I get home. Thanks for today. It was a lot of fun.”
Her eyes were glittering with happiness as she sat down in her car and shut the door. He stood out in the parking lot and watched her leave until the red glow of her taillights was gone.
“Oh, hey, Michael.” Fritz interrupted his reverie over the days’ events and the amazing kiss. Fritz was carrying a guitar case towards the band's van that was parked at the back of the lot.
“Hey, Fritz. How are things?”
Fritz unlocked the back of the van and set the case down gently. Turning with a broad smile, he said, “Man, I’ve never been happier. I had no idea how freeing it was to find my truemate. And her brothers are great.”
Suddenly, Michael wasn’t feeling very jealous of the younger wolf. He’d found his own mate, and he couldn’t be happier, either. Clapping Fritz on the back, he said, “I’m happy for you.”
He returned to the bar to say goodnight to his family and friends and then headed home. As he pushed open the front door, his phone beeped with a text from Shyne:
“Home Safe. Thanks for Everything. You’re Wonderful.”
He returned a text to her before lying down for the night. “You’re wonderful, too. Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”
He was certain his own dreams would be very, very sweet, too.
Chapter 5
Michael called Sunday morning when she was sharing chocolate chip bagels with Trav and rehashing Saturday. After a lengthy conversation, she could now add ‘great talker’ to her growing list of things she liked about him.
For the next several days, she and Michael hung out in the gym while he cooled down from his workout, talking about anything and everything. He was as easy to talk to as Trav and had the added bonus of being straight.
On Thursday, Dante called her into his office and asked her to join them on Saturday night for one of Cairo’s underground boxing matches. He boxed once or twice a month, and they were pretty big events even though they were off the books from the boxing commission and authority of any sort. When she went to her first one two months earlier, she’d had the distinct impression that a lot of the men who had boxers fighting for them were criminals of one kind or another. There was plenty of glitz and glamour, but underneath that was a taste of something dark and unpleasant.
She opened her mouth to say that she didn’t really want to go when he added, “Cairo would really appreciate it if you went, Shyne.”
Guilt settled on her. They’d been so nice to her and supportive. And it wasn’t like she had plans this weekend. Her hope that Michael was going to ask her out hadn’t happened yet.
“Sure, Dante.”
He brightened considerably, and then he frowned. “I also need to talk to you about that wolf.”
He said wolf like the word was made of tacks and hurt his mouth.
“Oh?” She felt like she was sitting in the principal’s office suddenly.
“Yeah.” He swiveled in his desk chair slightly and gave her a long, reproving look. “It’s not really appropriate for you to be out on the floor like that with a customer. You’re not a trainer, and it looks unprofessional.”
Several smart retorts flashed
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