The Mane Event
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Jesus, Mace! I cant believe it!
His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when she pressed her curvaceous body against his. Without even thinking about it, he wrapped her in a bear hug and lifted her off her feet. She actually squealed, which sounded strange with that voice of hers.
I dont believe it, Mace! He didnt either. How did anyone smell this good? How was it humanly possible?
She laughed. Stop sniffing my neck! She pushed against his shoulders and leaned back, but he wouldnt let her go. I cant believe youre still doing that.
You smell good.
She rolled her eyes. Whatever.
So?
So, what?
Answer my question.
Your question?
Where the hell have you been?
Aw, Mace. Gimme a break. She tried to pull out of his arms, but he held fast. Are you going to let me go?
Im comfortable. Answer my question.
My family moved, Mace. To Queens. My sisters and I went to a different school. I assure you it was nothing personal. He stared at her. It wasnt!
Did you write me?
No, Mace.
Did you think about me?
Oh, come on!
What? Its a valid question.
You know, you come from one of the wealthiest families in New York. You could have tracked me down if you really wanted to see me that badly.
I was in military school.
Dez tried not to laugh, but it was a sad, weak attempt. Sorry. I guess I just have a hard time imagining you taking orders fromyou knowanybody.
Whats that supposed to mean?
Come on, Mace. Its me.
He gazed down into her face. Yeah. It sure is you. Their eyes locked and, for several moments, they did nothing but stare at each other.
Dez shook her head. Okay. Put me down.
Why?
Mace!
He dropped her, forcing Dez to rock back on her heels. This, of course, forced him to grab her ass to steady her before she fell back.
Hands off, Llewellyn. Or Im turning your nads into a necklace.
He smiled as he released her. Well, you havent changed.
Neither have you. I see Captain Ego still lives.
No other woman existed who he let get away with calling him that. He glanced down at himself. I havent changed? Not even a little?
I dont mean physically, you idiot. She punched him lightly on the shoulder, blinked in surprise, and suddenly felt the bicep under his leather jacket. I definitelydont mean physically.
He grinned at her, enjoying that his body seemed to have her so distracted. You doing all right there, beautiful?
Oh, shut up.
At least tell me you missed me.
She nodded as her voice softened. Yeah, Mace. I missed you. You were my best friend.
Best friend? He never wanted to be her best friend. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted her parents to catch them on their couch making out. He wanted to buy her one of those tacky ID bracelets with his name on it. He wanted to tattoo Property of Mace Llewellyn on her forehead.
Stop frowning, Mace. She reached up and ran her hands over his brow. A move she used to do a lot in school. Often the only thing that kept him calm back then. The only thing that kept him from tearing idiot jocks and rich assholes apart with his newly sprouted fangs. Its been over twenty years, Mace. Let it go, bonehead. She ran her thumb down his nose, spreading her hand out so her fingers cupped his cheek. He leaned into her hand and she smiled that smile.
Even after all these years, she knew just how to handle him. How to contain the beast within his heart without even trying. Oh yeah. This woman was destined to be his. And nothing would get in his way now.
What the hell do you think you are doing with my brother?
Mace growled and wondered how much prison time a man would do for tossing his sister into the East River.
Maces body tensed against her hand. Then she heard that Mace growl. He only used that when something really pissed him off. Poor baby, seemed he still didnt get along any better with his sisters than she did with her own.
She looked over her shoulder at the beautiful Missy Llewellyn. Unlike Mace, Missy hadnt changed much. Still lean, gold, and beautiful. Pretty much the exact opposite of Dez whose least-favorite uncle still referred to her as the pudgy one.
Well? Answer me. And still mean as a snake.
Oooh. A pissed Missy. Dez loved this. She could have been good. She should have been nice. But come on. The entire homicide department didnt call her The Instigator for nothing.
Dez turned to face Missy and leaned back into Maces chest. Then, for the hell of it, she grabbed his big arms and wrapped them around her waist. Initially, she surprised herself with her physical reaction to Mace. Throwing herself into the arms of a man she hadnt seen in twenty years really wasnt her style. But just the sight of him brought back that fourteen-year-old girl who could never get enough of Mace and his inherent weirdness. But now? Well, using Mace to torture his sisterjust a Dez party.
She smiled at Missy. Your brother asked me to come with him to a hotel for some wild, dirty animal sexand I said lead the way.