Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,81

of the fun, right?”

“So I’ve heard,” he replies. “I wouldn’t know. My girlfriend started to mate-call me only an hour after officially meeting, and then she broke into my warehouse and demanded I give her my dick just a few days after that.”

I laugh and smack him on the shoulder. “Hey! I was desperate, okay? And it’s not my fault you smelled so good. Maybe you should think about the part you played in that, mister.”

“I do smell awesome. Ask my towel.”

“Honestly, you brought this on yourself. You kept leaving presents for my rat.”

He squeezes my thighs in response. “I’m a smart guy.”

Reaching the tents, he sets me down in front of mine carefully, and I turn to look up at him. He really is devastatingly handsome. His square jaw, dark stubble, windswept hair and the way his eyes soften when he looks at me...it’s enough to turn my stomach to goo.

He gently cups my face and skims his lips over mine before sweeping his tongue out to get me to open. My lips part to let him in, and he kisses me with so much gentleness that it actually makes my heart flutter.

When he pulls away, all I want to do is grab him and pull him in for more, but he just gives me a lopsided grin and kisses me on the head. “Get some sleep, Mousey. You’re gonna need it,” he murmurs.

“Oh?” I ask quietly, careful not to wake the others.

He nods and starts backing away to head to his tent. “Because tomorrow night? You’re mine. And you won’t be getting any sleep.”

He turns around and walks away, and I barely stop myself from whimpering.

I quietly slip into the tent, stepping over the bodies huddled beneath their sleeping bags, and then get into my own and try to go to sleep.

It’s not so surprising that I dream of Luca all night. Or that I wake up with another one of his socks clutched to my chest.

26

Reese

Luca lets out a stream of colorful expletives that are really rather impressive.

Beside me, Mitzy snickers. “This was bound to happen. Toby’s bus breaks down all the time.”

I’m standing with her and some of the others on the shoulder of the road, where Toby’s orange and white vintage VW bus is currently steaming from the hood.

“Bet you ten bucks Luca throws a wrench at him,” Aspen—one of the girls from Stinger’s car—says. She’s a cute little thing, with dimples and brown hair.

“Shrimp?” Stinger offers, holding up a ziplock of them sitting over ice.

Aspen wrinkles her nose. “No. God, why do you even have that?”

He glances down as if carrying an iced bag of cold shrimp and eating out of it is totally normal. “It’s good,” he says with a shrug as his hand dives in again, and he pulls out another handful, tossing them in his mouth. Aspen moves away from him.

Addie shakes her head at Stinger from the ground. She’s currently lying down, her body stretched out on all three of her mates’ thighs like they’re a pop-up trundle bed. She looks mighty comfortable on their laps where they sit on the side of the road. Lafe is even scratching her scalp. “Always killing it with the ladies, Stinger,” she teases, her hand over her eyes to block the sun.

“She’ll come around. It’s only a matter of time,” he says cockily.

“Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that.”

“Maybe if you didn’t always dress like a Floridian retiree and chomp on that nasty ass shrimp, she wouldn’t hate you so much,” Mitzy snickers.

Stinger runs a hand down his striped neon green button-up and khaki shorts. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“Nothing, honey,” Freya calls where she’s sitting inside the van, her head popped out of the side window. “Don’t listen to them. Your clothes are fine.”

Considering she’s wearing a bright orange sarong with lemons all over them, I can see the appeal to her. But somehow, Freya pulls it off and makes it look bright chic, whereas Stinger just looks...well, like a Floridian retiree.

There’s more grumbling from the front of the bus, and I worry that if it doesn’t stop steaming soon, Luca might actually hit Toby with a wrench. We’ve been stuck on the side of the road for about thirty minutes, ever since the bus started to overheat. Luca has been working on it nonstop, grumbling and cursing while he and Toby bicker.

Luca probably wouldn’t be in such a bad mood if this weren’t the third time we’ve had to stop in the past