Mystic U: Midterms

Epilogue

Sun. Sand. Heather in a bikini.

Danny had never imagined he’d be so glad to see spring break come. The second full moon had passed since that first attack, and things had gone from bad to worse.

Two werewolves had died since whoever it was after them had shot at Lee, Heather and him, and they were no closer to finding the culprit. Shit, in a place like Mystic U and Wolf Creek, it should have been easy as pie, but it just wasn’t.

Logan was about to foam at the mouth.

Simon had been the one to suggest that they all go to the beach for spring break, and Lee had agreed wholeheartedly. Danny hadn’t really realized how much stress they had all been living with until they got to Padre, settling into their rented condo with the private pool.

Now Lee and Heather were looking happy and tanned and… horny, if the way Heather was kissing Lee was any indication. Danny watched for a moment, fucking blown away by how pretty they were together.

Then he got up and went to join them. He was never really one for self-denial.

The moment Danny’s hands landed on Lee’s skin, he got a moan, and two sets of hungry eyes stared up at him. “Hey, baby. Gonna join us?”

“Mmm. Only if we go in where there’s a bed.” Chaise lounges left waffle weave prints on his ass.

“Sounds like a plan,” Heather said, grabbing his arm to lever herself up. She kissed the side of his mouth, humming a little. “You look a lot happier, honey.”

“I feel it.” He loved Wyoming and Mystic U, but he hated feeling like a hunted animal. “This is good.”

“It is.” Lee rose too, putting one hand on his ass, the other on Heather’s. “Hopefully it’ll all be over by the time we get home.”

“Yeah. Hopefully it will.” If it wasn’t, Danny was worried that Lee would do something stupid to draw the guy out. They needed to avoid that at all costs.

For now, though, he was going to forget all about Wolf Creek and the moon and people with rifles. Heather in a bikini and Lee in nothing but some coconut oil were just impossible to resist.