The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,85

Iz when they wanted to use it.

Addie could have a lot of moonlight there. And snow. And nature. And quiet.

And him.

And he could give her a nice place to get away from it all and get her Daphne on.

Addie didn’t right her head when she called, “You’re not supposed to be over there.”

“I like the view.”

She righted her head then and looked to him.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

That was so unexpected, his gut actually swung back like her words landed there.

He honest to fuck felt winded.

But it was a velvet blow.

“Well, maybe it’s more honest to share that’s past tense,” she went on.

Jesus fuck.

“Come here,” he growled.

“She’d love you, Tobias. She’d adore you,” she said. “She’d love how you are with Brooklyn and she’d love how you are with me.”

“Adeline, come . . . here.”

She didn’t come there.

“I hate that Izzy has to walk down the aisle with Charlie. Nothing against Charlie. He earned that honor looking out for her all those years before she met Johnny. But I wish Mom was walking her down the aisle. I wish Mom could put her hand in the hand of a Gamble man. Mix moonlight with motor oil.”

Fuck.

Him.

“Baby, come here.”

“It’s selfish, but I wish that because I want it after, if you make me yours in front of God and man and woman and Matlock. I want her hand to put mine in yours, wrap our fingers around and I want to stand with you and her and know she’s down with the hand I’m gonna hold on to for the rest of my life.”

All right.

Enough.

He pushed from the opening and stalked to her, framing her face in his hands when he arrived, pushing her head back and blocking out the moonlight with his.

“Addie—”

She slid her hands in his overcoat, under his suit jacket, and curled them around his sides.

“It was a great second first date, Toby.”

He was done.

“Shit, I gotta fuck you in the cold in the bed of my truck.”

She grinned her I-own-this-man grin. “Works for me.”

Of course it did.

He kissed her.

And it was the hottest, and most beautiful fuck he’d ever had, even if it was in the cold with him bent over her, covering her as best he could with her ass at the edge of the tailgate he’d pulled down, the spikes of the heels of her boots digging in his ass.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

And he’d never forget pulling her hair free and seeing those waves and curls all over the ribbed steel, her eyes locked on his as he moved inside.

Only Addie would take that fucking and get off on it as hard as she did.

Only his Addie.

His match made in heaven.

It would be their second go, in his bed, when he was inside her, going slow, both of them bathed in moonlight, the waves and curls of her hair all over his pillows, watching her body move under him with the rhythm of his as she took his cock when he gave back as good as he got.

“Gone for you too, Adeline,” he whispered.

“I know, honey,” she whispered back, tightening all her limbs around him.

Toby just smiled and kissed her as he fucked her because . . .

Of course she did.

Toby would spend the next week working with Johnny on the sly, sifting through pictures and flipping through photo albums and going through their women’s stuff when they weren’t around.

But when they found it, they knew they’d found it.

So they took it to Margot and told her how it was going to go down.

Without Eliza knowing it, at the altar, after Charlie put her hand in Johnny’s, he was going to wrap that braided leather around their hands. A braid of leather that would bind them throughout the ceremony. A braid of leather Daphne was wearing in a picture Johnny had found, wearing it as a headband in a photo Izzy had, and Toby had found that leather braid in the back of an old jewelry box Addie had by her mother’s picture on her dresser.

And when Toby married Addie, Izzy would move from her sister’s side and do the same thing.

It made Margot shoo them out so they wouldn’t see her crying.

In other words, both men knew they’d been right.

It was perfect.

The Place to Be

Addie

“AND . . . VOILÀ!”

Margot pulled the sheet off the first whiteboard.

Then the second.

And the third.

And I sat next to Eliza, who was sitting between me and Deanna, pressing my lips together and alternately watching Margot and glancing at