The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twelve

DRAVEN

It was already time to close up and I still hadn’t seen Domonic. Not that I was really expecting to. I may have wanted to, but of course, that’s not the same thing. I mean, I had said maybe I would see him at the bar. I was hoping he’d catch my meaning, but it wasn’t a clear invitation, so I wasn’t going to pout about it.

“He’ll be here,” Bart chuckles, wiping down the counter for the final time.

I pretend not to know what he was talk?

“Ha! You’ve had stars in your eyes sin

about. “Who’ll be here?”

you got here. Every time that door has opened you’ve been on high alert.”

I snicker as I count up my tips. “I had stars in my eyes because last night I made over six hundred dollars, and I was excited about making more. That – and this is the prettiest city I’ve ever seen, plus I got to walk down the most amazing hillside to get here.” The people out here certainly tipped well, that was for sure.

He laughed, tossing his washcloth at my face. “I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid.”

I stick my tongue out at him. “Maybe you’re both.

Just as Bart pushes the last of the late–night patrons out the door, Domonic walks in.

“Dom, Bart greets him, giving him a quick hug.

Domonic looks freshly showered, with his red–brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that is still slightly wet. My eyes fall over him, from the dark black jacket he wears, to the front of his faded blue jeans. But what really draws my attention, is the thick bulge behind his zipper bringing back memories of that afternoon and causing a sizzle in my panties.

His dark gray eyes sparkle when he notices where I am looking. “You ready?”

I nod, not really knowing what else to say. Bart casts me a knowing smile and I flip him off when Domonic has his back turned.

“Don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow night,” Domonic tells him.

mine for a moment, “I won’t

me, the bar’s closed tomorrow. I

his eyes,

the two of them and I pretend not to

“Shit,” Bart says.

“Yeah, Domonic whispers.

between the two. “What’s wrong with Paul, besides that

not a player. Who

Bartlett,” Domonic interrupts, shoving him to hold the door

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Chapter Twelve

quiet. I didn’t know what Bart was about to say, but I had a pretty good idea. Domonic probably lied

why not admit it? Especially after I practically melted on his lap this afternoon. I shivered at the memory of it. The way his tongue felt on my shoulder, how

lap, it had been with a purpose. Maybe not a noble one, but a necessary one. I didn’t want to be

as if he was thinking of the same

You have magical hands.”

me as we pull in the driveway.

busier tonight than it

glancing out into the

at the bar, but I wasn’t going to say so. “Thank you. You really don’t have

“How many numbers did you get

I lie. “None.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, five. But I threw them all away. Not that it would matter if I kept them, because I don’t have a

do,” he

his jacket pocket, he side–eyes me, then pulls out a small box with the picture of a phone on

when he hands

brand new and already connected. You shouldn’t be without a phone.”

it is under my name that he may have fucked everything

As luck would have it, this puts the side of his neck right at my lips. I inhale deeply, the pine lemon scent of him invading my nostrils and causing me to tremble. Just an inch forward and I would be

“Domonic,” I whisper.