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.

eyes catch mine for a moment,

roll my eyes. “You already told me, the bar’s closed tomorrow. I know. I have a date

his eyes, “Really?

between the two of them and I pretend not to notice it.

“Shit,” Bart says.

“Yeah, Domonic whispers.

two. “What’s wrong with Paul,

laughs, “He’s not a

Bartlett,” Domonic interrupts, shoving him to hold

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good idea. Domonic probably lied about Paul being a

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 his hands felt on

purpose. Maybe not a noble one, but a necessary one. I didn’t want to be a

of the same things, he asks,

You have

smirks, turning his attention to me as we

It was busier tonight

glancing out into the trees. “I left your dinner

“Thank you. You really don’t have

numbers

I lie. “None.”

“Bullshit.”

shrug, “Okay, five. But I threw them all away. Not that it would matter if I kept them, because

do,” he says.

me, then pulls out a small box with the picture of a phone on the front.

this?” I ask when he hands it

brand new and already connected. You shouldn’t

if it is under

he says, reaching across me to place his hand on my seatbelt. His body presses me back into the seat. 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

“Domonic,” I whisper.