“I’m just sayin’ that’s a sweet piece of ass right there. I’d make a wager for her to get on her knees for me too if I were you,” he said and busted out laughing as if he told the funniest joke ever.
He was clearly drunk and didn’t comprehend the heat coming off of Luke’s glare.
“What? Don’t get mad, buddy. Hell, I’d take her home and—”
“That’s enough,” I interjected when Luke’s fists balled at his sides. He’d moved closer to the jerk and I became fearful that he’d forget himself and swing on this guy or something.
I got in between the guy and Luke and pushed him away and back over to our booth. The idiot behind me whistled.
“Damn, those jeans.”
I rolled my eyes and glanced over my shoulders. “You don’t know when to quit do you?” I asked, doing my best to hold Luke back.
“Let it go. He’s not worth the trouble. You have a hell of a lot more to lose than he does,” I reminded him.
Luke continued to glare at the guy over my shoulder.
“Calm down. Let’s do what we came here to do, okay? It’s our time to have fun.”
Slowly, his gaze cleared, and he peered down at me.
“It’s your turn. The sooner you hit the bullseye, the sooner you get to put your dick in my mouth,” I whispered in his ear.
I smirked at the gleam my comment sparked in his eyes. Luke surprised me when he bent low and brushed his lips against mine.
“You’ve got a way with words.”
“Words aren’t my specialty,” I teased. “Hit the bullseye and I’ll get a chance to remind you what is.”
Somehow that managed to get Luke to forget about the jerk next to us and focus on the axe throwing. The forty-five minutes went by quick, and in that span of time, Luke hit the target four different times.
“Hope you know how to do face yoga. I don’t want you getting lockjaw before you make good on your promise.”
I laughed as we walked in the direction of the table he had reserved earlier for our dinner. “You never said it had to be all in one night.”
“No, we’re definitely spacing them out. Shit, I might even request one in the cage after I take that title from Rodriguez.”
“Ha. You win the title, and you might get lucky.”
He chuckled as we sat down to eat. The food was fairly good and surprisingly, they had vegan options available to suit Luke’s meal plan. He was still on board with the change to a plant-based diet and so far, it worked for him.
We talked about his training, some of the guys at the gym and even the time I’d spent training there, before and during college.
“That was delicious,” I said and tossed my napkin onto the table next to my empty plate.
Luke started to reply but one of the passing patrons’ booming voice cut him off. I rolled my eyes recognizing the same jerk from earlier. He was even louder then he’d been down at the axe throwing booths.
“Some people need to learn how to handle their alcohol,” I said before turning to Luke. When I did, I saw the look of fire in his eyes as he stared the man down while he passed us. Slowly, Luke took another sip of his iced tea, but his eyes never wandered from the man at the bar.
“Forget him.” I reached under our table and grasped Luke’s thigh.
He turned to me. “What?”
“I said never mind the jerk at the bar. Tell me more about your crew,” I encouraged. He’d started telling me about some of the stuff they’d done over the years of their friendship. A part of me became envious at the adventures they’d taken and the trouble they got into together. Maybe I was more jealous of the way Luke’s voice filled with affection when he talked about them. I don’t think even he realized it.
“Yeah,” he said before turning away, looking over toward the bar again. “They’re cool,” he said, sounding distracted. “I need to take a leak before we go,” he said abruptly, standing from his seat. “Stay here.”
“But the bathroom’s that way,” I called as he walked left while the bathroom sat at the far right side of the restaurant.
