Page 25 of Touched By Moonlight
Grayson took my hand. “Let’s go. I don’t want to stay longer in case Kallan returns. You’ll ride with me. I’ll send two of my people to pick up your car tomorrow and drive it to your home. When you return home, one of us will take you. I want you to be safe,Sienna.”
The grim set of his chiseled jaw, and the determination in his steely blue gaze warned me he was dead serious. I nodded. My father may have been an utterly cruel and heartless bastard, but he didn’t raise me to befoolish.
Nicolas and Stephan waited as Grayson climbed on his shiny chrome bike. After donning the helmet he gave me, I mounted the saddle inback.
Grayson’s head, unlike Nicolas and Stephan, was bare. “What about you, big guy? Aren’t you wearing ahelmet?”
“I have a hard head and only one helmet, meant for you,sweetheart.”
I shrugged. “Okay. But I want to gofast.”
“Hold on,” he warned. “You want fast, we’ll give youfast.”
Arms wrapped tight around Grayson, I hung on as he raced his bike north on the lonely stretch ofroad.
Nicolas and Stephan raced ahead, their speed dizzying. This time of year, fog and rain often slicked the interstate. Fortunately, tonight was clear, the stars out, and the way clear. Even the ever-present winds screeching across I-25 as we hit the stretch between Cheyenne and Colorado didn’t deter Grayson and hisguys.
Too long it had been since I felt this wild and free. Laughing, I stretched out my arms, enjoying the feeling of flying through the air. Enjoying the feeling of near invincibility, as if no one could hurtme.
We stopped briefly at a rest stop after hitting Colorado. I climbed off the bike and rubbed mybutt.
“You okay?” Graysonasked.
I watched Nicolas and Stephan pace the parking lot, as if looking for threats. “Fine. Can’t wait to get to that guest bed youpromised.”
Grayson gave my knuckles a kiss. “It’s yours. And if I can convince you to sleep in my bed instead of the guest bed, Iwill.”
Sizzling heat shot down my spine. Grayson was a shifter who thrived on sex. Keeping him at arm’s length was going to betough.
“I’m enjoying a different kind of lifestyle these days. It’s calledcelibacy.”
“Pity,” he murmured. “Pleasure isimportant.”
He leaned closer, his warm breath feathering over my cheek. “Giving and receiving. Once I coax you into my bed, you will never want toleave.”
“I’m not the type who lounges around inbed.”
“You will not be lounging, that I can assure you. We will be quite… busy. You may wish to stay much longer withus.”
Chuckling, Grayson licked my hand again. My lady parts clenched hard, imagining his cock inside me, sliding against warm, wetflesh.
“I do have a job I have to get back to,” Iwarned.
“You should quit your job, Sienna. Williams Marketing is known for trapping employees in low level jobs simply so they can make more money on their bottomline.”
Inwardly I drew in a breath, though I remained calm. “How did you know where Iwork?”
“I make it my business to know everything I can about a woman who interestsme.”
“They have a word for that Grayson. It’s calledstalking.”
“I’m a wolf. When I see a woman I want in my bed, I chase her. Get ready torun.”
“I can run fast. What gives with the chasing? The proper term isstalking.”
“In my world it’s called pursuit.” He cupped my cheek again. “And protection. Sienna, that isn’t a good place to work. You can find another job, one more suited to your talents and skills. You’re wasting awaythere.”
True enough, but pride prevented me from admittingit.
