Harmony McKinnon was one mouthwateringly delicious fucking temptation – especially to a man that hadn’t had his dick wet in over a year. Back-to-back cases had kept him off the dating front for far longer than he was comfortable with admitting, and at his age, one night stands no longer appealed to him. The simple truth was that the woman facing him sent his too-long ignored libido sailing into overdrive, and his stiff dick was insistently reminding him on the state of affairs beneath his leather belt.
His personal penis problems not withstanding (there were worse problems to have than a hard dick, after all), there was an upside to his current situation. After many hours spent searching for a way into the McKinnon family fold, evidently, he finally managed to find the inside track he needed with the closely-knit clan last night. In the bar fight last night, he’d protected Harmony’s sister. It’d been dumb luck; he hadn’t orchestrated the brawl – not that he was above doing that. He just hadn’t thought of it. No, instead, he’d merely been in the right place at the right time and lent a capable hand in breaking up the scuffle. Those actions had endeared him to at least two of the four McKinnon sisters, all of whom owned the bar/restaurant together. Judging by the dazzling smile Harmony had aimed his way when he’d walked into the restaurant a few minutes ago, it was a good indication that this could be his first big break since arriving in Paradise.
Now the woman he was here to watch was steadily making her way toward him. One plate was held aloft above her head as she weaved her way through the tables dotting the floor of the somewhat busy restaurant.
He just needed to sit there and wait.
“Well, hi there, stranger,” Harmony McKinnon greeted him as she reached his side. “I was hopin’ you’d come in this afternoon so that we could thank you properly for your help yesterday evenin’.” She offered him another friendly smile as she bent and deposited the plate in front of him.
Jacob held his breath as her full breasts hovered just in front of his face and the light feminine floral scent of her perfume teased his nose. Reminding himself that this woman – no matter how sweet she smelled -- could very well be part of the criminal enterprise directly responsible for his sister’s death, he kept his face impassive as she straightened.
“So, you’re the motorcycle-ridin’ knight in chafed leather that rescued my little sister from a hell of a fall last night, huh? I’ve been hearing an awful lot from my sister, Patience, about the leather-wearing stud that stumbled into Paradise a few weeks ago. Now, my other sister Faith is singing your praises, too, after saving her the way you did last night. I told them both that I needed to meet the guy willing to go to bat for two women he didn’t even know.” Harmony spoke softly, her soft cornflower blue eyes meeting his own with a steady gaze.
“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed, shaking his head slowly while he silently cursed the purity and innocence shining in her eyes. It was going to be a damn shame when he watched that light get extinguished by the disaster heading in her direction. “I’m sure that pretty head of hers had to have at least a couple of stitches. A real knight would have made sure the damsels came out of the fray unscathed, wouldn’t he?”
“Trust me, Faith’s got a hard head and Patience went to sleep in her bed last night instead of a jail cell. Better still, they both came out of that fray breathin’ and whole,” Harmony replied firmly. “I’m gonna count it as a win all the way around and so will the rest of our clan. We have you to thank for that, Mister…,” she trailed off, realizing that she didn’t know his last name.
“Name’s Jacob Stone, ma’am,” he supplied, offering her his much larger hand over the worn wooden table.
“Nice name.” She grinned as she slowly took his hand in hers. “I think I’ll just call you Jake,” she declared with a wink as he felt a current of electricity skitter through their connected palms.
Never in his life had he allowed anybody to call him Jake. He’d always thought it sounded juvenile, but the way it rolled off her pretty lips sent a surge straight through his groin. “You could call me Mud and I’d answer, darlin’,” he replied truthfully.
She rewarded him with a giggle…an honest to God, straight-from-the-heart giggle. And it had made his night. “I think I’ll stick with Jake.”
“And what should I call you, Pretty Lady?” Jacob asked, doing a bang-up job at playing completely clueless as he charmed her. Watching a rosy blush fill her cheeks, he waited for her to answer.