I shook my head. “Last time I heard from him was a couple of hours ago.” I was trying to be good and not go barging into the station and demand he tell me what was going on with the magazines. It was damn hard to sit my ass at the clubhouse and be a good little girl.

  It had been a week since we had found the magazine in the storage unit, and so far, Ransom hadn’t been able to figure anything out from them. No fingerprints. No special markings in them. Nothing other than they were all four Popular Mechanics.

  Seven days had passed since Avery had been killed, and once again, we had no idea who had killed her.

  At least I had been able to work on the reopening of Sultry Knights and hired Margo’s cousin as the new cook for all of the theme nights. She had been rather shocked when I had told her the names, but once I had shown her the recipe cards Bristol had made, she was all on board. I told her she couldn’t be shocked by Pasta & Pussy or Taco & Titties if she was going to be cooking in a strip club.

  Opening night was in three days, and it was the only thing that was keep me sane. That and having Ransom in my bed every night.

  For two years, I had fooled myself into thinking that I didn’t need anyone that close to me. That I would only get hurt in the end.

  I was wrong.

  I needed Ransom just like I needed my family. Even my asshole cousins who weren’t really assholes but the only way they knew how to show that they cared about me was to be assholes. Good thing I was good at giving what I was getting from them.

  “You guys need to have like bowls of nuts or something,” Indiana sighed. “I’m sitting at the bar, and I don’t have anything to snack on.”

  “Long day at Pole Stars?” I laughed.

  Indiana laughed. “You have no idea. I have a ton of stuff that needs to get done before we open in a couple of months, but you want to know the thing I do most every day?”

  “Uh, wax poles?” I guessed. I wasn’t sure what else there was to do at a pole dancing studio.

  “Keep Meg, Cyn, and Gwen off the damn poles,” she exclaimed. “I swear to God, one of them is going to break a hip and then I’m going to have to explain to King why his ol’ lady needs a walker.” Indiana ran her fingers through her hair. “I’d rather be at Hair of the Dog with Reva giving dogs baths and blowouts.”

  Frost sat in the stool next to Indiana and pulled her into his lap. “Is she telling you about Meg and Cyn thinking they’re in Showgirls?”

  “Dear, God,” I moaned. “Thank God my mom rarely comes to the clubhouse, otherwise they would probably have her swinging around on the pole.” That was something I never ever needed to see in my life. Never.

  “I’ve been trying to get Reva to go over there with me after she gets off work, but she keeps putting me off.” Hero reached for an empty glass. “I think it’s time we test out the poles.”

  “Hell no!” Indiana shouted. She pointed her finger in Hero’s face. “You will not go into Pole Stars and have sex with your girlfriend on every possible surface.”

  Everyone in the common room stopped what they were doing and looked at Indiana.

  She stood and glared at everyone. “That also goes for all of you fuckers unless you’re okay with Frost and me doing the nasty on every lift and toolbox in the body shop.”

  “Jesus,” Frost groaned.

  She turned back to Hero. “Or in the tub at Hair of the Dog.”

  Hero wrinkled his nose. “If you really wanna do that, I’m sure Reva would give you the key, but that tub is stainless steel, and it really isn’t comfortable.”

  Frost sputtered and patted his chest as he hacked on his laughter.

  “Please do not tell me you’re had sex in the dog wash at Reva’s,” I pleaded.

  Hero grabbed the bottle of whiskey from me and poured a shot. “Of course not.” He cleared his throat and raised the glass to his lips. “Though we tried.” He drank the amber liquid. “Twice,” he wheezed.

  Frost cheered for Hero while Indiana threw her hands up in the air.

  None of this really surprised me.

  Just another day at the Devil’s Knights clubhouse.

  “Luna.”

  I turned at my name and saw Ransom in the doorway.

  “Let’s go home.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Not when it came to Ransom telling me to come home with him.

  “Ask him what’s going on with the case,” Hero said lowly.

  I rolled my eyes. “That sounds like club business of a club that I’m not a part of.” I drained my glass and set it on the bar. “Maybe you could try to get Bear in bed and see if he can tell you anything.”

  I waved to Indiana and felt a little guilty about leaving her here with the boys, but one of the boys was hers, so she had basically signed up to be surrounded by the club.

  Me? I wasn’t part of the club. Not yet.

  I walked over to Ransom who was talking to Easy, but he held out his hand to me when I got close. He grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers with mine.

  Easy bumped fists with Ransom, and I gave him a weak smile.

  I was ready to leave.

  Most of my injuries from the kidnapping were healed except for my wrist and the raging headache I would get at least once a day. Ransom had asked me before if I was having headaches, but I didn’t want to worry him. I knew they were just from having a killer concussion and knew they would go away eventually.

  I was right in the middle of one.

  Ransom looked down at me as we walked to his car. “Are you okay?”

  I pasted a smile on my face. “Never better. Hero was talking about how Reva and he have sex at the groomers, and my aunts are trying to be pole dancers over at the pole dancing studio. If I wasn’t scared already from growing up in a motorcycle clubhouse, I am now.”

  Ransom chuckled and opened my door. “I can see how that might not be things you don’t need to know.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss to my lips.

  “You’re off work early,” I sighed when he pulled back.

  “I’m about ten minutes away from going blind if I have to stare at those fucking magazines ever again.”

  I frowned. “Still hitting a wall?”

  He stepped back and motioned for me to get it. “A big brick one fifteen feet tall.”

  I chuckled and slipped into the car. He closed my door and rounded the front. I fastened my seat belt as he got in and leaned back in my seat.

  “Bristol didn’t happen to sneak into the house and drop off a tuna casserole, did she?”

  I sighed and leaned back my head. “God, that would be amazing if she did, but she’s been at Wyndemere all day. I think we have to figure out dinner on our own from now on.”

  Last night, I had cooked the last meal Bristol had brought over when I had gotten out of the hospital, and it had been just as amazing as the other ones she had prepared.

  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I could go for a burger and a shake for dinner.”

  I glanced over at Ransom and laid my hand on his thigh. “Now that is the kind of problem solving I like. To the Burger Shack, Detective.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ransom

  “ARE YOU SURE THERE aren’t any letters circled or highlighted? Maybe like you have to find them and then figure out what they spell?”

  “Do you think we didn’t think of that?” I laughed. “I had read each of those magazines ten times. I could probably tell you word for word the article about how they challenged themselves to build something with only two by fours.” I grabbed my last fry and swiped it through my chocolate shake. “I’m hoping taking twenty-four hours off from looking at them will give me fresh eyes.”

  I had to do something different.

  Luna popped the last bite of her burger into her mouth and wiped her hands on a napkin. “Maybe you need to take your mind completely off of the case.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I balled up the wrapper from my burger. “And just what do you have in mind?”

  “A movie? Maybe a board game?” she suggested. “I’ve got Yahtzee or Monopoly.”

  A smirk spread across my lips. “Not the suggestions I thought you were going to make, but I guess I could kick your ass in a game of Monopoly.”

  “Oh, you are so going down, Ransom.” Luna gathered the garbage and jogged up the stairs.

  I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and set them on the coffee table. “We doing this in the living room, right?” I hollered up the stairs. I waited a beat, but Luna didn’t say anything. “Luna,” I called.

  No answer.

  My cop brain kicked into gear and thought of every horrible thing that could have happened, all at once. I grabbed my gun from the table by the door and slowly made my way up the stairs. “Luna,” I called again.

  I checked both spare bedrooms and the bathroom, but she wasn’t in there. The door to her bedroom was closed, and I didn’t see any light at the bottom of the door. I pressed my ear to the door and tried to hear anything on the other side. “Luna,” I called again.

  The house was eerily quiet.

  Two minutes ago, I had been talking and eating with Luna, and now, she was gone.

  I opened the door, and all my fears were laid to rest when I flipped on the light and my eyes landed on Luna laid out on her bed like a feast for a starving man.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Luna laughed when she spotted my gun. “I didn’t think you were going to come armed.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I guess I have an irrational fear of something happening to you. Don’t know why that would be.” I walked to the dresser and laid down my gun. “I don’t think I’ll be needing this anymore tonight.”

  “I should hope not,” she whispered.

  “I thought you wanted to play Monopoly.” I leaned against the dresser and folded my arms over my chest. “You might get a little cold if you plan to play like that.”

  She looked down her body and then up at me. “Maybe we could play a different game,” she suggested. “Maybe spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven?”

  I threw my head back and laughed. This was my Luna. Playful, sexy, and all mine. “Or I could fuck you until we both can’t stand.”

  “Then we might as well just stay in bed, so we don’t have to worry about standing.” Luna patted the bed next to her. I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes.

  “Was this your plan all along?” I asked.

  Luna shrugged her bare shoulder and winked. “I mean, I do like to play Monopoly, but I think this is a better way to spend our night.”

  I popped open the button on my jeans and pulled them down.

  “Underwear, too, Detective. You don’t need to make this any harder on me than it’s going to be.” She waved her casted arm in the air. “I have a slight handicap.”

  I made quick work of my underwear and slid into bed next to Luna. She turned into me and hitched her leg over my hip.

  “This feels like home,” I whispered. I pressed soft, swift kisses along her neck and over her collarbone. “I dreamed of having you in bed again, Luna. All the time.”

  She sighed and tipped her head to give me better access to her body. “I wonder if your dreams were anything like mine,” she whispered. “Because they all started just like this.”

  “Same, babe.” I rolled over on top of her and pinned her arms above her head. “Is your wrist okay like this?” I asked. I wanted Luna to be mine, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “A-okay, Detective,” she giggled.

  “Keep your arms right there,” I ordered. In bed was about the only place that Luna actually did what she was told without asking why.

  I trailed my hands down her arms and cupped her breasts.

  “Such a boob man,” Luna gasped.

  I squeezed gently and she bit her lip. “I think you could say I’m a Luna man. Every inch of you, I love.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to swell of her breast.

  She squirmed beneath me and bucked her hips. “Less talking and more kissing,” she pleaded.

  I moved my hand to cup her breast and wrapped my mouth around her pert nipple.

  A loud moan pulled from her mouth. This was why Luna thought I was a boob guy. Every time I would touch, kiss, or caress her breasts, she went off like a firework. She was the reason why I loved her breasts.

  My other hand tweaked her nipple, and she moaned my name.

  “Call me Row,” I grunted.

  I was sick of her calling me Ransom. Luna was the only one who called me Row, and I wanted to hear it ripped from her lips while I slammed into her sweet pussy.

  “Make me,” she gasped.

  She knew what I wanted, and I was more than willing to work for it. I had waited two years for her; what was another minute or two?

  I slid my hand down and didn’t stop until I was cupping her pussy. “I’ll get it out of you, Luna. You’re going to be screaming my name.” I parted her lips and swirled my finger over her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped. Her back bowed off the bed, and she pressed into my hand.

  “That’s better than Ransom,” I whispered. “But I want to hear you say Row with my dick buried inside you.”

  Luna was soaking wet and primed for me.

  She dug her heels into the bed and cocked her legs wide.

  “God damn, Luna,” I growled. She was laying herself wide open for me, and I was more than ready for her. “I would have waited a hundred years for you. You’re worth every second without you.”

  I moved up, my face a breath away from her beautiful one, and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was wild and abandoned.

  She moved her hands from above her head and wrapped her fingers around my dick. “You’re just as ready as I am,” she whispered.

  “I’m always ready for you, Luna. All I need is to see your beautiful face.” From day one, it was always Luna. That never changed.

  She stroked my cock and rocked her hips against me. I positioned myself above her pussy, and she guided me into her sweet body.

  Home was the only word that came to mind.

  All at once, everything felt right and I had no worries.

  She wrapped her arms around me, and I slowly moved. Luna’s pussy was like a vise wrapped around my dick, milking me.

  “Ran,” she gasped. “Ransom.”

  I moved faster and pressed my lips to hers. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and a growl rumbled from my chest. My hips rocked into hers, and her fingernails dug into my back.

  “Say my name, Luna.” I slammed into her, and a loud moan poured from her lips.

  “My name,” I grunted. I wasn’t going to stop until she screamed it.

  “Faster,” she panted. “Please.”

  I braced a hand on her headboard and grabbed her bent knee to push her up and back into the bed. Her other leg dug into the bed and held her in place to meet each of my thrusts.

  “Yes,” Luna hissed. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped the sheets in her hands. “Yes, Row!”

  A guttural moan ripped from my chest. “You’re mine.” Luna would forever be mine. Nothing was going to take her away from me again.

  Luna shouted my name and arched off the bed as her orgasm washed over her. She chanted my name as her pussy gripped my cock and she milked me dry. I thrust until my legs gave out, and I collapsed next to her. Then, I gathered her in my arms and pulled the covers over us.

  “My God,” Luna panted. “Why did we stop doing that?”

  I chuckled and laid my head on the pillow. “Because we were both idiots.”

  Luna patted my chest. “I’m glad we’re both taking blame for it, but I know it was me who pushed you away.” She had, but I knew she would come back to me. Some days, I did doubt that it would happen this century, but I knew she would be mine again.

  She pressed a finger into my chest. “And for the record, if I ever tell you that we won’t ever do that again, spank me and take me to the bedroom. That should knock some sense into me.”

  I scoffed and pressed a kiss to her head. “I think you mean fuck some sense into you.”

  She sighed and snuggled into me. “That, too.”

  We laid in silence, and I thought she had drifted off to sleep before her head popped up.

  “Did you guys try to track where the magazines were coming from?” she asked. “Like, did they buy them from somewhere in town?”

  “Luna,” I chuckled.

  She slapped my chest and sat up. “I’m serious, Ransom. You might be able to catch this guy if you try to figure out where he is getting the magazines.”

  I laid my hand on her back and she looked back at me. “Luna.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Ransom.”

  “Bear has been working that angle since we found the magazines. It’s pretty tedious because we don’t know when the magazines were bought or even if they were bought in Rockton.”

  Luna’s shoulders sagged. “Well, hell. I was thinking I had solved the case.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her next to me. “It was a great idea, babe.”

  “An idea you guys already thought of,” she pouted.

  “Well, it is our job, Luna. We really would be shitty at our jobs if we hadn’t thought of that,” I pointed out.

  “You’re right,” Luna muttered. “I’ll just keep my thoughts to myself.”

  “Don’t do that,” I insisted. I cupped her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t ever keep anything from me. I really don’t think you know just how amazing you are, Luna.”

  “I run a strip club and make sure the titty tassels are on straight. So amazing,” she laughed.

  “You do a whole hell more than that.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Pretty soon you’re going to be able to say you’re a prospect for the Devil’s Knights.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “That might not be as soon as you think. First, I have to get the balls to even bring it up to King and Hero.”

  “So, you have to talk to your uncle and cousin, Luna. You can do it.”

  She sighed. “I know, and I will. Someday.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. “Do it when you’re ready, babe, and just know that I’ll be here no matter what happens.”

 

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