Page 10 of One Night with Her Mountain Orc

Chapter 6

Bjorn

“Oh my gods, it stinksin here! What did you do?” Grev’s booming voice wakes us both. August gasps, it’s the cutest sound. She burrows down deep under the blanket, her ass rubbing up against me as she wiggles down. I growl in pleasure, my erection aching for relief.

“A female.” Grev grumbles out the word, as he opens the fridge and rummage through. As if I have any food for him. Why is he here?

I hate my brother so much.

“Get out.” I rotate my head away from August as I snarl my words at him, but I don’t let go of her. She feels like paradise on a summer day.

Grev continues to go through my kitchen, just to annoy me. I just moved in; I don’t have anything for him. Mentally, I calculate all the ways I’m going to beat him up later.

“Koru wants your help at the brewery today. And lady, please know that Bjorn is bad news.” And with that, the door shuts. I curse under my breath. Way to go, brother. Way to ruin the one good thing that’s happened to me in the last five years. Or maybe ever.

“Well, now you’ve met one brother.”

“How many brothers do you have?” she whispers. I exhale at her melodic voice.

“Too many.”

I can sense how tense her body is. See the arch of her neck as she listens with both ears. Once his footsteps fade away, August exhales loudly, plops her head back on the pillow, her hair billowing out around her, and lets out a great laugh. She laughs and laughs, until I’m caught up in it. Watching her neck arch and her mouth open wide in joy is like watching birds take flight—mesmerizing, majestic, full of life that gives me hope.

We lie together, laughing until she can’t catch her breath and tears stream down her cheeks. Gasping for air, she finally settles a bit. We make eye contact, and my cock isn’t the only thing swelling. Her eyes are so sincere, so full of delight—my heart is full. Before I can say anything poetic or romantic, her lips are on mine. Now I’m the one sighing in delight.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she whispers against my lips. My heart plummets to the floor. I knew it was too good to be true. Resigned, I release her. She jumps up, yells as she lands on her ankle, then hobbles down the hall, shooing my hands away as I try to steady her.

I don’t follow. There’s no need. She’ll dress, walk through the door, and I’ll get on with my life. Make an actual list, mark off the boxes. Buy a bed, like a grown-ass orc.

The bathroom door opens, and rage fills my veins. I’m an orc. I don’t play at these stupid human emotions. My kind have found their mates in caves and hillsides and palaces and mc-mansions. There’s no reason I can’t have every good thing I want. And I refuse to let August mess me up. I have work to do.

It was stupid of me to think that falling for the woman I rescued on my first day at my new job was a good idea. Folly to consider that touching her would help in my meager attempts to reform my bad-boy persona.

Footsteps echo down the hall, interrupting my pep talk to myself. A squeal. Silence.

Ooof. August lands on top of me. Hair and blankets fly around me. Huh.

“Sorry, did I hurt you? I couldn’t tell where you start and stop.” She’s straddling me, her petite hands pushing down on my shoulders, as if she could keep me here. The smile on her face falters. “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you leaving?” I growl. It’s my turn to pout.

“Do you want me to leave? I just really had to pee.” She moves off me. I grab her thigh to stop her.

“You’re not leaving?”

“I didn’t have plans to. I really like being here with you. You make me feel safe and desired.” Her cheeks flush with her vulnerable words.

“You are safe. And desired.” I pull her back on top of me and kiss her. Pressing her into me, molding her soft curves to my hard lines is art worthy of the classics. Feels like joy—the same joy that rushes through me as I dangle off the side of a mountain. The same rush of satisfaction of helping someone in need—like August earlier.

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August

BJORN HAS ROLLED ONtop of me, his elbows keep him from crushing me. I’ve never felt safer. His lips make light, tickling kisses down my neck and across my chest. My skin prickles in delight, and my core twists—wanting more and more.

AC/DC blares from somewhere in the apartment. “What is that?” I ask, wondering if we aren’t really alone like I thought.

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