“Does my name stay on whatever we call it?” I ask.
“How about a modification? Hero Fried Bologna?”
“Damn, woman. You know how to stroke your man’s ego.” I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals, “West,” laughing.
I walk inside and yell, “Everyone? Go home.”
Her laughter echoes the halls, and my brothers’ groans fill me with pride and freedom to love this woman without secrets.
Now that Styx knows, I’m going to become obnoxious in my public devotion.
I can’t fucking wait.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CAMILLE
One Week Later
“Welcometo the new and improved, Ridge Dive Bar,” West projects his voice to the full crowd waiting to get in.
West cuts the large bow and opens the new, furbished doors, stained black with a large vintage Gothic knocker. We greet people as they enter, the Huntresses helping point out various renovated features while the staff start serving drinks.
Ezra mans the new stone bar by the fireplace where we set up staged fall pieces, highlighting this year’s Harvest Brew, the pumpkin bourbon apple cider. My mouth waters, waiting for my first pint of the day.
“Happy reopening, Hero,” I snuggle up to West, who pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head.
“They seem to like it so far.” His eyes track various townies and tourists alike, judging their reactions.
“They just got in, but yes, everyone seems excited and impressed with the changes. “See? You have nothing to worry about.”
He frowns. “I wasn’t worried.”
I laugh. “Okay, honey. Whatever you say.” I kiss his chin. “Now, where’s my Harvest Brew, sir?”
Chuckling, he keeps his arm around my waist, steering me inside. West puts on his signature charm, greeting everyone. We enter his office, where he has set up a large pot that’s heating on a stovetop on the table. We’re offering both warm and cold versions of the signature drink.
“Since the cider bar isn’t safe, I wanted to keep yours apart,” West needlessly explains as he serves me a pint. “Caramel drizzle?”
“Yes, please.” I hold my hands together in anticipation.
Smiling, he hands me the warm glass that I take in both hands and sip. I savor the warm spices, caramelized bite of bourbon, and crisp apple. I lick my lips, tasting the caramel syrup.
Before I can process, West leans in and kisses me, licking my lips. Giggling, I kiss him back, opening when he deepens it, having a warm, sweet, spiced taste.
“Mmm,” he moans, pressing one more kiss. “We should take some home and play with where else I can taste that off you.”
“West Hunter, your entire family and the whole town is right outside your office door.” That glint of desire in his eyes flares as he backs us up toward the door. “They will hear,” I weakly protest, feeling my core tighten with anticipation.
“My girl loves my hand at her throat. Maybe I’ll have you suck my fingers while I make you come.”
Holy shit.I’m wet.
His body bumps into mine, and he’s already hard. West takes my drink. I whimper for an entirely different reason.
Laughing, West kisses my bottom lip. “You’ll get it when I’m done.” Then he locks the door.
