possessive kiss. She squirmed, a low moan rumbling against his mouth. The feel of her cool skin sliding against him felt like silk.
Without hesitation, he filled her, drawing a gasp of pleasure and the welcoming gouge of nails in his back. A shudder wracked his large frame, their gaze locking. The passion shining in this woman’s eyes and the velvet grip of her body was a siren call he couldn’t resist. It was never enough. No other broad compared.
Cupping her ass in one big paw, he shifted the angle of her hips, thrusting deep. Long legs wrapped around him, heels kneading the taught muscles of his ass in encouragement. Moans of delight rolled off her lips, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as he set the perfect pace. They moved as one, rocking in a rhythm perfected over two decades together. Sweat slicked their skin and their breath became ragged. Hovering on the edge of completion, challenge hung between them. Blue clashed with hazel until a sharp yank on Ginny’s hair sent her screaming over the edge, her body bucking in release even as her husband quickened his pace to join her with a roar.
Her heart finally slowing its thunder, Ginny stroked her husband’s chest and smothered a smirk.
“I’m glad that we had this talk.”
“Smart ass woman,” Zeke grumbled as she burst into laughter.
“I couldn’t resist,” she giggled.
“And you couldn’t call down and get one of the boys to check shit out tonight. When are you going to learn you aren’t superwoman? It’s one thing to protect yourself when there is no other option, but to put yourself in danger when one of us is here is just stupid.”
“They’re my babies, Zeke. It’s my job to take care of them,” she defended, sobering at the tone of his voice.
“Rhys and Mox aren’t little boys anymore. They’re fully patched Lords. I was a Marine by their age. Treating them as babies isn’t doing anyone a favor.”
Silent, Ginny traced her finger over the fierce dragon encircling his right bicep. Finally, she nodded.
“You’re right.”
Zeke waited. She sighed and settled her cheek into the crook of his shoulder.
“And I’ll try and remember they are all grown up and to let you men do your manly thing and protect the little woman.”
“Sarcasm is so sexy on you,” he muttered into her hair with a chuckle.
Chapter Eight
Ginny tamped out her cigarette and blew an exasperated plume of smoke skyward. In the kitchen, Kat calmly answered the health inspector’s questions on The Lantern’s food preparation, cooling and storing practices, as if a second visit in less than two months was routine. Though she knew everything was up to snuff, the visit smelled of harassment to Ginny. She turned at the door chime’s tinkling music and her eyes narrowed to angry slits.
Kramer scanned the crowded bar and grill with a contemptuous sneer. The financials he had pulled showed the restaurant operating well in the black and the Friday night crowd supported that. The yokel’s stares were hard and suspicious. It seemed Trinity wasn’t much for small town hospitality.
“Get out.”
The cool self-assurance of Ginny Brawer’s tone surprised, and infuriated him. Turning, he took a step toward her, crowding her personal space until they were nearly nose to nose. Fury burned from her hazel eyes and she didn’t budge.
“I told you to leave.”
“Looks like a full house tonight. I will eat at the bar,” he said, ignoring her. A low growl of frustration escaped him as she stubbornly blocked his path.
“We reserve the right not to serve assholes.”
“You can seat me, Mrs. Brawer, or I can sue you for discrimination.”
“If you were black, crippled, or gay I would be concerned. Being a spineless rat bastard doesn’t qualify you as a minority or disabled. It’s just a fact.”
“You have a smart fucking mouth and someone needs to teach you how to talk to a man,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
“If there was a man
Without hesitation, he filled her, drawing a gasp of pleasure and the welcoming gouge of nails in his back. A shudder wracked his large frame, their gaze locking. The passion shining in this woman’s eyes and the velvet grip of her body was a siren call he couldn’t resist. It was never enough. No other broad compared.
Cupping her ass in one big paw, he shifted the angle of her hips, thrusting deep. Long legs wrapped around him, heels kneading the taught muscles of his ass in encouragement. Moans of delight rolled off her lips, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as he set the perfect pace. They moved as one, rocking in a rhythm perfected over two decades together. Sweat slicked their skin and their breath became ragged. Hovering on the edge of completion, challenge hung between them. Blue clashed with hazel until a sharp yank on Ginny’s hair sent her screaming over the edge, her body bucking in release even as her husband quickened his pace to join her with a roar.
Her heart finally slowing its thunder, Ginny stroked her husband’s chest and smothered a smirk.
“I’m glad that we had this talk.”
“Smart ass woman,” Zeke grumbled as she burst into laughter.
“I couldn’t resist,” she giggled.
“And you couldn’t call down and get one of the boys to check shit out tonight. When are you going to learn you aren’t superwoman? It’s one thing to protect yourself when there is no other option, but to put yourself in danger when one of us is here is just stupid.”
“They’re my babies, Zeke. It’s my job to take care of them,” she defended, sobering at the tone of his voice.
“Rhys and Mox aren’t little boys anymore. They’re fully patched Lords. I was a Marine by their age. Treating them as babies isn’t doing anyone a favor.”
Silent, Ginny traced her finger over the fierce dragon encircling his right bicep. Finally, she nodded.
“You’re right.”
Zeke waited. She sighed and settled her cheek into the crook of his shoulder.
“And I’ll try and remember they are all grown up and to let you men do your manly thing and protect the little woman.”
“Sarcasm is so sexy on you,” he muttered into her hair with a chuckle.
Chapter Eight
Ginny tamped out her cigarette and blew an exasperated plume of smoke skyward. In the kitchen, Kat calmly answered the health inspector’s questions on The Lantern’s food preparation, cooling and storing practices, as if a second visit in less than two months was routine. Though she knew everything was up to snuff, the visit smelled of harassment to Ginny. She turned at the door chime’s tinkling music and her eyes narrowed to angry slits.
Kramer scanned the crowded bar and grill with a contemptuous sneer. The financials he had pulled showed the restaurant operating well in the black and the Friday night crowd supported that. The yokel’s stares were hard and suspicious. It seemed Trinity wasn’t much for small town hospitality.
“Get out.”
The cool self-assurance of Ginny Brawer’s tone surprised, and infuriated him. Turning, he took a step toward her, crowding her personal space until they were nearly nose to nose. Fury burned from her hazel eyes and she didn’t budge.
“I told you to leave.”
“Looks like a full house tonight. I will eat at the bar,” he said, ignoring her. A low growl of frustration escaped him as she stubbornly blocked his path.
“We reserve the right not to serve assholes.”
“You can seat me, Mrs. Brawer, or I can sue you for discrimination.”
“If you were black, crippled, or gay I would be concerned. Being a spineless rat bastard doesn’t qualify you as a minority or disabled. It’s just a fact.”
“You have a smart fucking mouth and someone needs to teach you how to talk to a man,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
“If there was a man
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