Page 9 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

“Isn’t it?” I patted his back before hurrying over to my Maserati to hop inside.

Except, where I was going? Damn it. Waiting any longer would kill me . I smacked the wheel. Moose only mentioned a lumber mill and that he was a logger, not much else. There was no innocent way to manufacture bumping into him. I chewed on my bottom lip while I thought.

Shit, I had to try to find him. He might push me away, but I had to take the risk. The thought of doing something so crazy, hunting the man down at work, gave me a thrill that had my dick tenting my pants. I was playing a game, so I had to engage my target to have a chance at winning.

What if I don’t win this time?

My blood ran cold. I didn’t want to think about it.

I could kill him without getting info for my next target, but that felt wrong. That wasn’t how I did things.

Instead of languishing in pessimism, I dragged my phone out of my pocket and googled lumber mills in the area. New Gothenburg Hardwoods popped up.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I spent about thirty seconds snickering and doing my best imitation of a middle schooler before I forced myself to get serious. What the hell? I would go see if I could catch him at work. There were more ways of killing a cat than by choking it with cream.

The drive out to the lumber mill was scenic.

I didn’t get out of the city often unless I was flying out on vacation.

Perhaps I should change that because the meandering road I took through a dense forest was peaceful.

The sunshine cut through the leaves, and I swore I even saw a butterfly dancing on the breeze.

Nature was pulling out all the stops to assure me I’d done the right thing by driving out here.

As I approached the lumber mill, I slowed and pulled off the road in a turnaround spot.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. If I went inside, I might piss him off, but if I waited out here, there was a chance I would miss him.

Perhaps I could follow him home and fuck him if I waited out here?

Yeah, that was a fantastic idea. I adjusted my dick, which had been nudging my boxers during the drive, keeping me on the edge of my seat.

Decision made, I got comfortable. I rubbed my cock just enough to keep it at attention, but not so much I couldn’t pretend that I was just some idiot who was lost if someone stopped to ask what I was doing.

At about five o’clock, cars started to roll past, and I perked up as Moose trundled by in a beat-up blue Subaru hatchback that was at least twenty years old. He slammed on the brakes and stopped ahead of me.

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you find me?” he snarled, hopping out of his vehicle.

I eased from my car and rested my hands on the top of the door. “How do you know I’m looking for you?” Perhaps it was cocky, but I lifted an eyebrow in his direction. My heart hammered.

He stopped in front of me and crossed his arms. They were every bit as thick with muscle as I remembered, and I wanted to sink my teeth into one of his biceps while I fucked him.

God, he looked inspirational after a long day.

His white shirt stuck to his barrel chest and gave me a glimpse of the dark hair underneath.

His nipples were hard pebbles that were pretty much begging me to wrap my lips around them.

“You’re not answering your phone.” I rolled up the sleeves of my button-down to distract me into keeping my hands to myself, and he watched, mouth twitching and a furrow forming on his brow.

“I don’t got time to answer it. That’s why I didn’t.” He tossed up his hands.

I waited for a car to pass us, then stepped forward and grabbed his dick. It wasn’t at full mast, but it was firm. Ready for me.

Moose moaned and settled his hands on my shoulders. He squeezed hard, perhaps warning me to play nice with the family jewels, but he didn’t push me away.

“This says otherwise.” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“I don’t have the time. Not this week. You don’t get to tell me when I can meet up with you.” He rested a hand on the back of my neck, almost as if he didn’t want me to get away, and I rewarded him by giving his dick a teasing squeeze.

“You haven’t met up with me, that’s the problem.” I licked his jaw, luxuriating in the taste of salt and the smell of fresh wood. “You enjoyed me telling you what to do just fine. Taking you where I wanted. Fucking you how I wanted.”

He snorted and scowled. However, he also rocked his hips. “What, you want someone to listen to you and call you Daddy?” Fury tangled up in his wistful tone and fed me a small new, exciting piece of the puzzle that made up Moose.

“Perhaps I do.” I shivered.

“How did you find me?” He studied me, sunshine glinting in his eyes, making them gleam a fiery brown.

“Very, very easily.”

He glared at me and gasped as another car passed. The man inside stared at him with huge eyes while moving on by.

I kissed him while he wasn’t paying attention.

Moose shoved me, and I pushed him against the Maserati. I wasn’t stupid. Moose caved. Before I knew it, I was bruising my lips nearly raw on his stubble as I gave him a sloppy kiss full of pent-up frustration.

“We can’t fuck here . . . Daddy.” He nipped my bottom lip.

Raw, trembling desire blasted me out of nowhere and turned my stomach into liquid steel, almost too hot to handle. My cock throbbed, going from interested to painfully close to blasting off.

God, this was so fucking fun. I wanted it to go on forever. A pang of sadness snapped me out of things just long enough for Moose to suck on my tongue and coax me back in.

Fuck, I need to keep my head in the game.

This might be fun, but I already had his tombstone picked out.