The Twin Moon (The Moon Series) (2 page)

“Hello?”

“Hey
,
Andy, it’s Rosie.
Me and some of the girls are going out tonight
.
Y
ou wanna’ go with us?”
Rosie’s slight
Mexican
accent laced her words.

“I don’t know.”
She tried to sound as normal as possible to hide her emotions from her best friend.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”
Andy lied and held her breath.

“That
pinche
pendejo
.
What did he do now?”

“Noth
ing I’m fine…
everything’s fine.”
Andy
squeezed her eyes tight to keep back the
quickly rising tears.

“You have never been a good liar
, Andrea
.
You think I can’t see what’s happened?
Open the door and let me in.”

“Shit.”
Andy
hung up the phone and
took a deep breath
.

She unbolted the door and opened it.
Rosie stood with her hands planted on her
thin
hips and
eyes
narrowed with fire
.

“I can’t believe he broke your window again!
That’s twice this month!
Did you call the cops?”

“Yes, M
om, I did.”

Rosie came bursting inside in a swirl of cinnamon spiced perfume.

“I sw
ear to the Virgin Mother
if he so much as touches you again, I’m calling my brothers.
No, don’t shake your head at me.
I should have let them go after him when he broke your arm.”
She grabbed Andy in a huge hug crushing
Andy
close to
the
shorter frame. “Are you okay
,
momma?”

“I’m fine, Rosie, really.
Just a little shook up.”
Andy smiled a little hoping it would convince Rosie.

“You know what?
Fuck him.
We’re going out, you and me.”
Rosie shut the door and slid the deadbolt back in place.
“Come on
,
chica, you need to get dressed.”
R
osie tugged Andy
toward her bedroom
.
For a
small
woman she sure was strong.
It must be all those brothers of hers
that
made her grow up tough
.
Rosie tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and flipped on the light in Andy’s bedroom.

“Andy, you have to get out of here.
Look at this place, it’s a mess!
N
ana is rolling over in her grave right now.”
Rosie pushed clothes out of her way with her foot
making her way
to the closet.

“Rosie, I really don’t want to go out, I’m tired.
It’s been a long day.”
Andy protested because her eyes w
ere swollen
, and her head hurt and, and..
.
s
he
just
didn’t want to think about how she’d look to other people.

“No. Y
ou’re going.
I wouldn’t be a very good best friend if I
left you all alone
.
Here.”
Rosie t
ossed a skirt over her shoulder.
“Put this on.
That skirt makes you look hot.”

Andy caught the denim skirt out of the air and twisted it in her hands.

“Now!
Put it on or I’ll take those jeans off
you
myself.
Don’t think I won’t.
I’m tougher than I look.”

That made Andy grin and her insides warmed a little.
Rosie was the baby in her family of five brothers and knew how to hold her own.
Andy quickly shimmied out of the pants and pulled on the denim skirt, then smoothed her hands over it.

“Oh
,
this one!”
Rosie gasped as she pulled out a black top that dipped low in the front.

She tossed it at Andy’s head without looking up.
Andy ducked and
the material
hit the wall
behind her
.
After she pulled on the top she went in the bathroom to fix her curls and apply some eyeliner.

“Now where did I put those shoes?”
Andy walked around her bed feeling underneath with her foot.
Her foot hit the shoes with a clunk. “Found them.”

Andy turned around just as Rosie closed the closet door.
Andy
studied
her reflected image in the mirror on the closet door and smiled.

“
M
amaci
ta
.
You’
re
muy
caliente
.”
R
osie
smacked
Andy
right on the rump.
“Tonight
,
we party.”

Ian swallowed another swig of his cold beer and set
the bottle
back on the table.
The thump of the techno beat rumbled the blood in his veins and made his
inner tiger grumble
.
He’d
been to this club a hundred times and usually he found a woman fairly quickly.
A willing woman to take to his bed.
Tonight
he just wasn’t excited about the hunt,
and
that task
seemed to be
tedious as a matter of fact
.

“How about that one?”
Edge suggested from t
he other side of the booth
.

“Too tall,” Ian replied without
even
a glance in the girl’s direction.
His blasé attitude radiated
from him like a bad smell
,
because Edge wrinkled his nose
.

“Man, Ian,
what’s wrong with you tonight?
Too tall, too short, too blonde, too skinny, too pal
e?
I’ve never seen you
be
picky.”
Edge raked a hard stare over Ian.

“I don’t know.”
Ian
ran his hand
through
his short blond hair.
“They
don’t have the vibe I’m looking for tonight
.”

Ian was
a
known ladies man.
He had the looks to
lower
a female to her knees at twenty paces with just a flash of his roguish grin and a wink of his wicked brown eyes.
Top it off with his high cheek bones and tousled blonde hair and there was no woman safe from desire.
Tonight he just wasn’t feeling it.

Ian
gazed
back out at the dance floor.
His thoughts turned to the mating moon that was
a little over a week
away.
A time when mates would be consummating their relationships and he wished he was one of them.

Edge had met Ian’s sister near the full mating moon.
They hadn’t been apart since.
Had it been almost a year?
A year of casual sex and one night stands
.
Ian sighed.
He was bored sowing his wild oats.
He needed a female.
A good female he could mate with and keep forever.
Raise a dozen cubs with and maybe build his own ranch, like his parents.
He upended the beer as loneliness sank like a leaded
weight into his gut
.

Edge glanced at his watch.
“Man, I hate to cut and run on you, but Ivy made me swear to be home by midnight.”

“
What is she your keeper?
”
His twin sister
,
Ivy
,
was currently acting
strange
r and stranger. Ever since she got pregnant
.

“It’s not her fault, it’s her hormones.
H
er possessiveness has been off the charts
. She’s due in a month
.
I don’t really mind since
she can’t keep her hands off me.
It’s like having a mating moon twenty four seven.”
Edge
’s
grin
lit up his face like sunshine.

“Dude, way more than I needed to know.”
Ian shook his head even as a pang of jealousy clenched his heart.
He
really
was
happy for his sister and Edge.
After all he was the one that had set them up together.
They gave him hope that the right female was out there for him.

“Later.”
Edge scooted out of the booth.

“Yeah, later.”
Ian
wave
d
his hand.
His chest ached with
what was to damn close to loneliness.

The smell of sweat invaded his nostrils
and Ian turned his head away
from the dance floor
.
Disgusted,
Ian decided he needed another beer.
His
gaze swung over the crowd
as he
searched
for a waitress, even as one walked up to him with a fresh beer on her tray.

“Here you go.”
She placed
the cold bottle
on the table in front of him.

“Thanks, love.”
Ian eyes roamed up and down her slender frame.
“You must be a mind reader.”

“Oh, it’s not from me, it’s from that group of ladies over there.”
She pointed to a table of giggling women dressed in skirts shorter than his
attention span
.

“Thanks.”
He lifted the beer to the
women
in a salute and downed
it
.
He wasn’t in the mood to play the games tonight, but he wasn’t stupid enough to turn down a free beer
either
.
He admired the legs of the girl’s gathered around that table.
They were all skinny little sticks in stilettos.
His eyes scanned to the right and fell on an incredible pair of what could onl
y be described as fetish shoes made of
black
patent leather
with white polka dots.
His heart skipped a beat.

T
he toes were open
to
display
a set of deep red polished toe nails.
The tall thick heel
of the shoe
made the tanned foot arch and a black bow sat on top of her toes.
He followed the foot to the ankle where a delicate silver chain hung.
The calf was curved and just muscular enough
, the knee dimpled and cute.
The skirt was denim and came to mid thigh.
The t
hick gorgeously round thighs had just enough
softness
to have fantasies swirling and heating his blood
.
Those t
highs could be locked around
my
hips…o
r head.
Ian shuddered and downed a sip of
Edge’s abandon
beer.

The woman’s
butt
was nice and round and
tapered
up
to a thinner waist. As she turned sideways,
and…
Damn, just damn.
He could suck those hard nipples until he came.
Her top dipped low and a generous portion of her cleavage
showed
.
His eyes
trailed down the long line of shadow
,
longing to trace to it with his tongue
and
his body caught fire
.
H
e breathed deep through his nose as though he could
catch her scent at this distance
.
Ian hadn’t even
seen
her
face
yet and he was hard with want.
He took in her lo
ng neck and her short dark hair
that framed her face like a picture.
She had roun
d cheeks and full kissable lips
that were colored red as her toenails.
He couldn’t see her eyes, but
when
she threw her head back and laughed
his cock jerked hard against his denim
jeans
.
The tinkling sound tumbled over Ian’s skin and flooded into his
brain
.
She was a goddess and his mate.
Air
“
wooshed
”
out of Ian's lungs.
Fate had smiled on him today and he was o
n his feet, moving toward her.