Page 30 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

I watch her through the open door as she jokes around with

Charlie, Brick, and Mary. They love her. Everybody loves her. When the rest of

the pack gets to know her, they’ll love her, too. I’m pretty sure she came here

today to raise my blood pressure. She’s wearing another one of those barely

there outfits—a skirt this time—and an obscenely low-cut blouse. When she leans

over Brick’s desk to whisper in his ear, my pants suddenly feel three sizes too

small.

She’s even drawn Mary out of her shell; I never thought I’d

see the day. She usually has lunch at her desk while reading a magazine. Casey

gave her one makeup lesson, and now it seems like they’re best friends. Casey is

a born leader, and she will be an excellent alpha.

The swing of her hips captivates me as she walks back into

my office.

“Ready for dessert?” she asks.

She opens the container in her hand and places it before me.

“Cherry pie?”

“Cherry pie.”

“You are a master torturer, Casey Bryan.”

She winks as she slides onto my desk, placing a cup of sweet

tea next to the pie.

“I haven’t even begun, Sheriff McKenzie.”

She licks her luscious lips, catching the bottom one between

her teeth. All I want to do is sweep everything off my desk, throw her on top

of it, and fuck her until she screams my name. I clear my throat and decide to

change the subject.

“Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“My mom was from the south. I grew up on soul food.”

“She taught you well.”

“Thank you, Sheriff.”

“I think I found a nurse for your dad.”

“You did? That was quick.”

“She’s a friend of the family. Thirty years nursing

experience, nice lady. She’s interested.”

“She knows it’s full time, right? Meaning she’d be living

with us?”

“I told her.”

“When can I meet her?” she asks.

I grab my pen and pad and write as I speak. “Here’s her

number. Call her. Her name’s Clara.”

“Thank you.”

After finishing my pie, I push the container away.

“How was it?”

I uncross her legs and step between them, wrapping my arms

around her waist.

“Delicious. Thank you.”

“That’s all I get, ‘thank you’?”

“What more do you need?” I ask.

“Why don’t you come closer and I’ll show you?”

I stare into her eyes, gently stroking her cheek with my

thumb.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“You have, but that’s a compliment a girl never gets tired

of hearing.”

She slides her palm to the back of my neck and pulls my head

down to hers. Her moan sends my heart pounding in my ears. Her taste is

intoxicating. As a wolf, it’s impossible for me to get drunk, but I imagine

this is what it probably feels like.

“Ow!”

I pull back, frightened I’ve hurt her without even

realizing. “Did I hurt you?”

“Your gun.”

Removing my duty belt, I drop it in my chair before stepping

between her legs once more. She wraps them around me, pulling me against her as

I press my lips to hers. Her lips are soft beneath mine, as sweet as the day is

long. The scent of her arousal is driving me crazy.

“You’re wet.”

“Why don’t you find out?” she whispers.

It wasn’t a question, honey. There’s nothing in the

world I want to do more, but I can’t, not with the audience outside. The boys

have already gotten quite an earful.

“No, not here.”

I pull away reluctantly and look down at her disappointed

expression.

“You’re right. I’m gonna go.” Her gaze falls to my waist as

I clip my belt back into place. “You, Sheriff, are gonna give yourself a

serious case of blue balls.”

I look down at the bulge in my pants and chuckle. She’s

right.

“Will I see you tonight?” she asks.

“I can’t tonight. The boys and I have some business to tend

to.”

“Okay, no problem.” She begins to gather the empty containers

and looks up at me with a cheeky smile. “I already have a date anyway.”

“The hell you do! With who?”

She giggles at my outburst and walks off. At the door, she

turns back to me with a grin.

“The moon.”

I stare at her back as she leaves, singing Warrant’s “Cherry

Pie.” The minx.

The moon? What does she mean by that? I’m still

contemplating it when Brick and Charlie walk into my office, both trying to

hold in their laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

Charlie turns to Brick and takes his hand. “Oh, Casey,

you’re so beautiful.”

“Kiss me, Sheriff,” Brick replies in a high-pitched voice.

They both proceed to make kissing noises before the laughter finally erupts

from them.

“You know what? Fuck you… Both of you.”

That only makes them laugh harder.

“If you need some alone time in the bathroom, we can cover

for you.”

“Again, fuck you, Charlie.”

They stumble out of my office, doubling over in laughter. I

look down at my raging erection and think that it may not be a bad idea. Fuck.