Dennis stands, pointing at several folks around the table. “This isn’t over. I want a rematch.”
A guy with bushy eyebrows hoots hard enough to shake his big belly. “Just name the date, old timer.”
“And don’t forget your pocketbook,” another taunts.
Dennis chuckles while he approaches us. “What a riot. Thanks for introducing me to this goldmine. I’ll make a fortune off those fools.”
Bianca kisses his cheek. “Love you.”
My heart clenches. I’m desperate to hear those words from her. And more than that, the affection is so natural between them. The family bonds where I came from look very different.
Her dad loops an arm around her shoulders. “Love you, kiddo.” His gaze shifts to me. “Take care of her for us.”
“With my life,” I vow.
“Good man.” Dennis pats my back. “You’ve always been one of us, but it’ll be nice to make it official.”
Bianca is in the middle of saying goodbye to Paisley and Brody, but freezes. “Jeez, Dad. No pressure or anything.”
He scoffs while backing toward the door. “It’s a done deal, Bee. We all see it. Put the guy out of his misery.”
After another round of hugs and a few more reminders that we’ll see them soon, Bianca sends them off with a parting wave. The energy in the room crackles as we stay behind. A hot sensation prods at my back as if all eyes are on us. I turn toreclaim my position along the wall where I have a clear view of people pretending to mind their own business.
“Looks like we’re alone again,” Bianca purrs. It takes her three muffled steps to reach me and press herself flush against my chest. “Now what, Stalker?”
I was about to suggest we kick rocks out of here, but my dick appreciates her close proximity. “This is fine.”
Her smile widens at my response. “Hungry?”
“Famished,” I croak.
She snatches a French fry from the burger basket still in her grip, lifting it to my lips. “Can I feed you?”
I open my mouth and chew automatically. It tastes like nothing. My palate is very particular, preferring a specific tangy honey flavor.
“More?” She has half of a cheeseburger suspended in midair.
To appease her, I take a large bite. Bianca hums and wipes something from my chin. My appetite throbs, but from below my belt. The entire thing is choked down just to have her fussing over me. When I grab the other half to return the favor, she shakes her head.
“I’m in the mood for a different type of meat. Does this count as our date?”
My gaze swipes across the dingy interior. “You want to tell everyone I wined and dined you at Dirty Dicks?”
“It’ll make a great story,” she murmurs.
“I think we can find somewhere more suitable for a princess.”
Bianca frowns. “But I like it here.”
“You fit right in.” I tug at her shirt.
“Welcome to Dirty Dicks,” she breathes against my throat. “It’s my honor to serve you.”
I clench my hand on her hip. “Careful.”
“Or what?”
My nose drifts along her temple, inhaling lilac and temptation. “I’ll eat your pussy in the bathroom.”
