Possession(Sons of Odin MC)(43)
“We’re not there yet, Tina. We’re discussing our lives, not my past.”
“But those precious boys are your future.”
Goddamnit. If she were anyone else, meddling in his private affairs would be a deal breaker. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back toward her. “I love my sons. And I know what’s best for them.”
“Sorry.” He felt her shift on the mattress, then her arms engulfed him from behind and she rested her chin on his shoulder. “Second nature for me is to protect the ones I care about.”
“Me, too.” He covered her tiny hand with his. “Now give me an answer.”
“Yes,” she whispered near his ear. “I promise not to fuck other men while we’re together. But the minute you leave, I’m shopping.”
His shoulders went rigid, but he knew she was playing. He twisted around fast and wrestled her onto her back, hovering above her angelic face. “What did you say?”
“I can spell it or sound it out phonetically if that makes it easier to understand.” She wore a pirate grin.
“Think I’m stupid?”
“Nope, just a muscle-head that wears patches.”
“Keep digging a hole, Tina,” he warned, trying to sound stern.
“I love your penis.”
Those words went straight to his heart, disarming him, and turning him rock hard. He dipped his head, grazing her lips with his. “Don’t you work today?”
“Nope, I have the day off—compliments of my boss for doing a great job on a big case we won.”
“Then I’d like to take you out for breakfast.”
“Denny’s? IHOP?”
“Preferably somewhere with linen napkins.”
“Wow.” She wiggled from underneath him. “What are we celebrating?”
“Us.”
An hour later, they occupied a booth overlooking Corpus Christi Bay at the Glass Pavilion Restaurant on Shoreline Boulevard. Tina unfolded one of the linen napkins on the table and offered it to Vincent.
“Does this meet your expectations?”
He nodded, more intrigued by the clingy white dress she was wearing. A server arrived and filled their water glasses, then presented the breakfast menus. Vincent opened his, glancing about the high-ceilinged room. Surrounded by windows on three sides, the east wall opened up to the water. On a clear day, he imagined, the restaurant would be bathed in sunshine. The overcast weather didn’t dampen his joy at being there with Tina.
She’d made his week—maybe even his year—by committing to their new relationship.
“What sounds good?” he asked, zooming in on what he wanted.
“Look under specialty items,” she said.
“Let me guess, Crab Benedict?”
“How’d you know? I can’t resist two jumbo blue crab cakes with poached eggs and hollandaise sauce. Just reading it out loud makes me feel like I gained three pounds.”
He laughed. “I’ll have the same thing.”
The waiter returned and took their order. “Care for some fresh coffee?”
“Please,” Tina said. “And a large orange juice.”
Sitting side by side made it easy for him to touch her. Add an extra-long tablecloth into the equation and he could slide his hand underneath her skirt and finger her breathless. When he made contact with her thigh, she sighed, desperately trying to control her facial expressions. But he knew from personal experience how hard it was to resist Tina’s touch. And knowing he had the same effect on her made it that much more necessary to keep reminding her why she wanted to be with him.
He scooted closer, his shoulder pressed against her arm. She spread her legs, granting him better access. He traced the elastic trim of her panties, testing her at first, then gently caressed her pussy. Her sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth signaled her approval. Fuck—her underwear was saturated already, wet warmth welcoming his roaming fingers.
She reclined against the high back of the bench and closed her eyes. Nothing said balanced breakfast like fresh squeezed orange juice and an orgasm.
When the waiter returned with a stainless-steel carafe of coffee and filled their mugs, Tina sat as quietly as possible, but Vincent didn’t stop stroking her. Her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and the server gazed at her with obvious concern.
“Is it too hot in here, ma’am? I can ask the manager to turn on the air conditioning.”
“N-no,” Tina forced the answer.
Vincent smiled inwardly, enjoying the control he had. He circled his fingers, applying extra pressure to her clit. Her legs quaked, and just as the waiter walked away from the table, she slumped and a muted moan escaped her lips. Deep satisfaction radiated through Vincent’s veins. He preferred Tina this way, consumed by pleasure and completely devoted to him.