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tenderizing.
“Ooh, you’d think she’d be in a better mood,” Darcy said, narrowing her eyes on Bryn.
Bryn bent her head. “I can feel you staring,” she muttered.
Darcy moved closer and set her chin on Bryn’s shoulder. “So tell us, what’s it like being with a troll?”
“A troll.” Miren shivered. “I still can’t believe that.”
Bryn beat the meat with her tenderizing mallet harder. No way was she going to give the women a play-by-play of what had happened between her and Ethan. She still quivered just thinking about it.
“I did a little research on Vindlér Construction.”
All gazes swung to Aoife.
Aoife shrugged. “An internet search. They have quite the story. Seems Ethan and Renner came south with a few of their buddies after Katrina hit. They didn’t have two pennies to rub together but managed to get construction contracts for the reconstruction in New Orleans—roads, bridges and even a couple of schools. They aren’t hurting now.”
Radha snorted. “Trolls building bridges. How cliché is that?”
Beyond annoyed with her sisters, Bryn set aside her mallet and walked to the sink. She washed her hands, took off her apron and headed to the back door.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch,” Radha said.
Bryn glanced over her shoulder. “And I forgive you. But snarking on Ethan doesn’t accomplish anything. Yes, he’s a troll. I’m fucking a troll. But I’ll tell you this, you should all be so lucky.”
She let the door slam behind her and stepped farther onto the porch.
“You don’t have to defend me to your friends.”
Bryn glanced to her side. Ethan stood there wearing jeans and a faded gray tee. Looking deliciously disheveled with mud on his boots and dirt stains on his clothing. “I know that. But they made me angry.”
“Because they were talking trash about me?”
“Because they were disrespecting my choice. It’s not all about you.” She waved a hand toward the kitchen door. “They resent being cooped up. And they’re likely feeling edgy and more than a little horny. So many of you around, and yet they can’t…taste the pie.”
One side of his mouth curved upward in a sexy crooked grin that made her stomach cramp.
“They have plenty of choices. Why not choose a partner?”
“Because they don’t want to be used. Owned. Don’t want to have every decision they make approved by a male. They want to keep their magic for themselves.”
“Do you feel as though you’ve lost anything…being with me?”
“I gave it away. To you, last night,” she said softly. “Willingly. And isn’t that the greater risk? To fall into a relationship, into love, and lose your sense of self? We’ve been on our own for five years. What we have, we built.”
“And you’ve done well. You’ve prospered.” Ethan reached out and took her hand.
Her fingers tingled, just a tiny spark that she doubted he’d intentionally given her, but every spark was power lost. Didn’t he understand that was what they all feared—giving away their precious light because they couldn’t help themselves?
Bryn cleared her throat. “Thank your friends for keeping it in their pants.”
He pursed his mouth. Humor shone in his dark eyes. “I’ll do that.” He stroked his thumb slowly over her palm.
Another tingle worked its way up her arm. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?” he murmured.
Were her breasts tingling? Did she feel a tug in her groin? Oh, yeah. “It’s been only five hours since we last made love.”
He arched a brow. “You’ve never called it that before. As I recall, you call it fucking, as in ‘fuck me hard, troll’.”
Bryn’s jaw dropped. “Is that how I sound to you?”
“Did I complain?”
“No, but…it was hardly respectful.”
“Seeing as you were allowing me to fuck you, I didn’t mind one bit.”
Bryn lowered her head. “I guess I’m having a bit of trouble
“Ooh, you’d think she’d be in a better mood,” Darcy said, narrowing her eyes on Bryn.
Bryn bent her head. “I can feel you staring,” she muttered.
Darcy moved closer and set her chin on Bryn’s shoulder. “So tell us, what’s it like being with a troll?”
“A troll.” Miren shivered. “I still can’t believe that.”
Bryn beat the meat with her tenderizing mallet harder. No way was she going to give the women a play-by-play of what had happened between her and Ethan. She still quivered just thinking about it.
“I did a little research on Vindlér Construction.”
All gazes swung to Aoife.
Aoife shrugged. “An internet search. They have quite the story. Seems Ethan and Renner came south with a few of their buddies after Katrina hit. They didn’t have two pennies to rub together but managed to get construction contracts for the reconstruction in New Orleans—roads, bridges and even a couple of schools. They aren’t hurting now.”
Radha snorted. “Trolls building bridges. How cliché is that?”
Beyond annoyed with her sisters, Bryn set aside her mallet and walked to the sink. She washed her hands, took off her apron and headed to the back door.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch,” Radha said.
Bryn glanced over her shoulder. “And I forgive you. But snarking on Ethan doesn’t accomplish anything. Yes, he’s a troll. I’m fucking a troll. But I’ll tell you this, you should all be so lucky.”
She let the door slam behind her and stepped farther onto the porch.
“You don’t have to defend me to your friends.”
Bryn glanced to her side. Ethan stood there wearing jeans and a faded gray tee. Looking deliciously disheveled with mud on his boots and dirt stains on his clothing. “I know that. But they made me angry.”
“Because they were talking trash about me?”
“Because they were disrespecting my choice. It’s not all about you.” She waved a hand toward the kitchen door. “They resent being cooped up. And they’re likely feeling edgy and more than a little horny. So many of you around, and yet they can’t…taste the pie.”
One side of his mouth curved upward in a sexy crooked grin that made her stomach cramp.
“They have plenty of choices. Why not choose a partner?”
“Because they don’t want to be used. Owned. Don’t want to have every decision they make approved by a male. They want to keep their magic for themselves.”
“Do you feel as though you’ve lost anything…being with me?”
“I gave it away. To you, last night,” she said softly. “Willingly. And isn’t that the greater risk? To fall into a relationship, into love, and lose your sense of self? We’ve been on our own for five years. What we have, we built.”
“And you’ve done well. You’ve prospered.” Ethan reached out and took her hand.
Her fingers tingled, just a tiny spark that she doubted he’d intentionally given her, but every spark was power lost. Didn’t he understand that was what they all feared—giving away their precious light because they couldn’t help themselves?
Bryn cleared her throat. “Thank your friends for keeping it in their pants.”
He pursed his mouth. Humor shone in his dark eyes. “I’ll do that.” He stroked his thumb slowly over her palm.
Another tingle worked its way up her arm. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?” he murmured.
Were her breasts tingling? Did she feel a tug in her groin? Oh, yeah. “It’s been only five hours since we last made love.”
He arched a brow. “You’ve never called it that before. As I recall, you call it fucking, as in ‘fuck me hard, troll’.”
Bryn’s jaw dropped. “Is that how I sound to you?”
“Did I complain?”
“No, but…it was hardly respectful.”
“Seeing as you were allowing me to fuck you, I didn’t mind one bit.”
Bryn lowered her head. “I guess I’m having a bit of trouble
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