Part 1: No Regrets(Divine Creek Ranch 2)(36)

Eli returned to Rachel’s side, doing his job, carding a few people who had come in the entrance. After Eli was done, the group entered the club, and he returned to Rachel. She looked up at him curiously.

“You okay, Rachel?” He looked into her deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry that our little moment was interrupted, but, yes, I’m fine, Eli.”

“Why so serious?”

“I was thinking about the fight. It’s not uncommon for fights to break out in here. I’ve even watched you break a few up over the last couple of



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months. Most of the fights are over a woman, but I can’t recall ever seeing someone fight for a woman, to defend her honor.

“Every woman wants a man that will deal out reckoning like that in her defense. Maybe it makes me sound a little bloodthirsty, but I was turned on by it when you winked at me then carried that son of a bitch out the backdoor for his beating,” she said, stroking his chest as she looked up to him with eyes filled with admiration.

“Mmm, are you a bloodthirsty wench? Does it turn you on that I might someday have to rip some stupid bastard a new one for offending you?

Because the defensive feelings I have for my boss’s wife are nothing compared to the feelings I have for you. If someone ever hurt you, I might not stop at beating them to a bloody pulp. I might have to put them in the hospital…or worse. I’d fight to my last gasp defending you, angel.” Eli cupped her cheek and then trailed a hand down her back.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much it pleases me to know you’re my defender,” she murmured, reaching for him. He leaned down and let her wrap her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, hugging her. He kissed her lips again, and they were right back in their romantic moment from before the fight.

“Uh-oh, watch out, baby, here come the Bubblehead Twins,” he

chortled, grateful to Grace for the heads-up.

“The what?” She looked around his biceps. “Oh, them!” She chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try two women at the same time?” She snickered. “Especially a sure thing like them?”

He picked her up and gently sat her in her tall chair. “You’re all the woman I’ll ever want. You have more beauty and sex appeal in your little pinkie finger than they do in their entire silicone-implanted bodies.”

She laughed out loud, then said, “You won’t let them get me wet, will you?” She waited for his response to her double meaning. He did and grinned devilishly then spoke softly so Mike and Rogelio couldn’t hear his words.

“Oh, you’re going to get wet, all right, but it will be under my touch and my tongue, not from some barfly’s drink. Watch me work.” He winked.

By this point, the women were almost upon them, one armed with a full drink, the other carrying a folded bar napkin that no doubt had their phone numbers written on it. Rachel settled back in her chair and crossed her legs,



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watching the drama play out. Eli moved forward, and he smoothly caught the first blonde by the wrists as she “tripped,” miraculously never spilling a drop of her drink on Rachel.

“Whoa! Careful there, ma’am. Are you all right? You almost took a tumble, didn’t you? It would have been terrible if you’d spilled your drink all over my girlfriend’s lap. I think there’s been enough drama for one evening, don’t you?” he asked, looking seriously into her embarrassed face.

She smiled uneasily and apologized then backed away from him.

Not to be deterred so easily, her friend tucked the napkin in the front pocket of his leathers, perilously close to the semi-erect shaft Rachel had inspired with her earlier words. He gently extricated her hand, which held the napkin.

He took the napkin from the woman and opened it up and looked

closely at it. “What’s this? Sorry, I have a girlfriend, and I don’t think she’d appreciate you offering me your phone numbers. I’m a one woman kind of man, ladies.” Eli emphasized the last part clearly but softly. He slipped the napkin back into her palm and gently closed her fingers over it. “Would you excuse me?” he asked kindly.

“Sure. Sorry,” she said grudgingly before walking away with her friend, a little red-faced but with most of her dignity still intact.

Eli returned to Rachel, grinning. She looked up at him with amusement, a very sexy smile on her sweet lips.

“Disaster averted. You’re good, Mr. Wolf. I was a little worried when she slipped her fingers in your pocket, though. I have big plans for that and have a huge problem with another woman putting her fingers where I plan to put my lips later,” she murmured, subtly holding her index fingers farther and farther apart with each emphasized word, snickering when he groaned.