To everyone at the table Wolfe conversed with Aspen, but in reality he focused on teasing and tempting the sweet woman he planned to fuck in the very near future.
“Um, yes, it’s, um an Italian-themed cupcake inspired by, uh, the tube things,” Aspen sputtered.“You know the shell thingy that holds the, um, the cheese.”
To emphasize her point, she cupped her hand as if she was holding an imaginary cannoli shell, flicking her wrist to demonstrate what the item was.
Except it looked like she was clutching an imaginary cock and stroked it, prompting a number of conversations to pause around the table to watch her giving an invisible hand job.
Wolfe paused his own hand between her legs as he watched the eyes of his teammates trained on BB and her erotic wrist action.
“Cannoli, BB,” Wolfe reached across the table with his other hand and stilled her rapid-motion air stroking.“A cannoli shell are the words you’re trying to find.”
Wolfe’s teammates burst out laughing.
Recognition of her actions registered on her face in the form of an instantaneous blush.
Aspen tore her hand away from Wolfe’s and covered her face.“I’m such an idiot.”
Wolfe reluctantly moved his hand away from her legs.
It was one thing for him to tease the boss baker, but something totally different for his teammates to laugh at her expense.
“Knock it off, dickheads,” Wolfe rested his arm across Aspen’s back and splayed his palm between her narrow shoulders.He didn’t care who saw.“You wouldn’t be able to find your words either if you were up at the ass-crack of dawn baking a bazillion cupcakes every day.”
“It’s okay, Connor,” Aspen turned to him and rested a hand on his forearm.
“No, it’s not.They shouldn’t be teasing you like that.”
“We tease everyone, Wolfe,” Jax jibed.
“Not BB,” Wolfe sneered at his teammates.“Not tonight.”
Mia found her way back to the table at that moment, tucking her cell phone in her back pocket.Her smile dropped at the silence that greeted her.
“What’d I miss?”
“The very gallant Sir Connor Wolfe cameth to the rescue of Lady Aspen following the jests of the other Knights of the Roundtable,” Dante teased, his voice taking on a horrible Old English accent.
A chorus of ‘c’mon, old man’ and other barbs showered Dante and instantly diffused Wolfe’s mad.
“You didn’t miss anything, Mia,” Aspen giggled at the exchange.“I was my normal, idiot-self and embarrassed myself halfway to the pyramids.Connor here stepped up to defend my honor.”
“I miss everything good,” Mia chuckled and took her seat.
After another round of drinks and dessert, of course, because Aspen had to try the Banana’s Foster, the check was delivered to the table.
Aspen reached for her purse when Wolfe stilled her hand.
“Pay up, Dante,” Jax called out and neatly folded his napkin on the table.
“Yes, you owe,” Anton added.
“I know, I know,” Dante groused.“In my defense, I didn’t shave my beard before game seven.I simply trimmed it.”
“You messed with the mojo, Cap,” Jax barked out and shook his head in disgust.“Who in the hell messes with a playoff beard?Whywould you do that?”
“I can’t expect you to pay for my meal, Dante,” Aspen argued, not understanding the concept of a playoff beard.
“You can and you will,” Dante said seriously, all sense of the easy-go-lucky-dad-guy gone.“You are our guest tonight and a bet is a bet.”
