“Mm. Don’t tempt me, songbird.” Hound Dog’s strong presence stood behind her, leaning down placing his hands beside her, trapping her at the table.
“Baby…” she whined. “Not here.”
He leaned to her ear, whispering something that turned her whole cheeks into a newer shade of red. He softly pressed a kiss on her cheek and walked away.
And I thought Shooter was the shameless flirt out of his brothers. I stood corrected.
Sadie and I turned back to Melody after watching him walk away. Sadie smirked. “So are you getting a happily ever after tonight?”
She nodded.
I busted out laughing, my abdomen started clenching from the movements of the laugh. It felt good to laugh, to breathe without feeling like someone was watching me.
“So tell me, what’s he really like?” Sadie took a sip of her drink.
“Shooter?”
They both nodded.
“I mean, he’s funny. He makes me laugh. He’s sweet to me, without having to ask for anything in return. He’s protective, and just not me, but with his brothers, with the people he caresabout. But he can be bloodthirsty. Sometimes like he wants to balance the scales.”
Sadie bit her lip. “What a man.”
“He doesn’t always let that side be shown.”
He dropped his guard with me. That’s all that mattered.
“And girl, what the… You know.” Sadie flicked her eyes up and down.
“Oh, yes I want to know. Please tell me Hound Dog’s not the only one that can be a giver?” Melody rested her chin on her hands.
Now I was the one blushing, revisiting the moments that we tried different things, explored more than just each others’ body, the nights that heaven felt very close.
“One look from him, and he knows what I want,” I simply said.
“And what she wants is some food because she needs to try to eat something.” His husky voice pulled my attention. And honestly, I was starting to get hungry. Shooter walked over with a plate of food, and scooted in beside me at the table. “Hi peaches.” He placed it down and leaned to kiss me.
I stared at the plate of food, packed with pulled pork with the sweet sauce, pineapples, watermelon, and a medley of veggies. I looked at him, with a pout, “No mac and cheese?”
“Not until I see you actually eat some stuff with substance." He booped my nose.
“No fair.” I pouted as I stuffed a piece of watermelon in my mouth. “And it’s Melody’s mac and cheese, I know it.”
“And I’ll get you a plate full after you’ve had a portion of these. I can’t afford you getting sick on me.”
I cozied up to him. “But you could be my nurse.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” He popped a pineapple in his mouth halfway then leaned over hovering over my lips. This man was ravenous. The sweet juice of the pineapple tickled mylips before snatching the other half with my teeth taking a bite of it. This brought a whole new meaning to sharing a meal.
He brushed a kiss on my lips, the tanginess from the fruit still on his lips. Sparks flew down to my vagina, almost begging to be whisked away from the crowd and back into our own little world.
He pulled away, his eyes had darkened a little with desire. “Such a sweet girl.”
“I want one of him,” I heard Sadie say in the background.
“There’s only one of him, and he’s mine,” I said, almost too possessively. My hand landed on his thigh, gripping it. I could be a little temptress and play along with him, but I chose to behave. At least until I could get him alone.
“You ready for your fight?” Melody asked.
