“Will,” Zack greeted me before turning to my dinner companion. “Aurora. What brings you two in tonight?” His lack of surprise told me that the gossip train had reached his station.
“The same thing that brings in everyone else,” I grumbled, annoyed at the interruption. “Food. Now how about you let us get back to our date before our meal gets cold?”
Zack’s eyes widened just slightly, but enough for me to infer that he hadn’t realized this wasn’t just a friendly dinner.
Aurora chuckled and shook her head. “This is so not a date.”
I glared at her and put my hand on her knee under the table. She shivered, and I eyed her smugly. “This is absolutely a date.” I patted her knee before removing my hand, letting the tip of my fingers slide along her skin as I pulled away.
She opened her mouth, probably to argue with me, when Zack spoke again. “Knox know you’re out with his sister?”
I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes before shrugging carelessly. When I looked at Aurora’s face again, she was studying me with an unreadable expression. “You aren’t scared about my brother finding out about our date?”
“Date, huh?” I grinned triumphantly, and Aurora’s cheeks dusted with pink. She was fucking adorable when she blushed. I hadn’t seen it spread down past her face yet, though, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to make it happen. Now it was me squirming in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position with a damn baseball bat between my legs.
“Whatever,” she mumbled, making me laugh.
“To answer your question,” I continued, “no, I don’t give a damn if your brother knows about our date.”
Zack gave a low whistle, and when I glanced at him, he shook his head. “I would be if I were you. He’s a scary motherfucker most of the time, but when you mess with one of his sisters?” He shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”
Aurora giggled, and I was so enamored by the sound that I almost forgot Zack was even there. She smiled at me, and her beautiful blue eyes twinkled with something like admiration as she stared at me.
“Well, enjoy your dinner, you two.”
I waved at Zack, not sparing him a glance as I heard him walk away.
“Most guys run for the door as soon as they know about my brother,” Aurora mused. “Except for my brothers-in-law.”
“I’m not most guys.”
Aurora smiled and cocked her head to the side. “I’m starting to see that.” She picked up her silverware and started to eat, so I followed suit.
“So, tell me about these dangerous people you know.”
I laughed when Aurora choked on her food and took a long drink of her water. That sweet blush returned, and I wondered if her whole body would turn pink when she was flushed with desire.
“I might have been exaggerating,” she admitted.
For the next hour, we talked about our pasts and families as we polished off our meals. My parents had retired to Florida, and I was an only child, so I didn’t have much to say on that front. However, Aurora had me rolling with laughter at her tales of the antics between her and her sisters.
When our plates were cleared, the server placed a dessert menu on the table and excused himself for a few minutes while we decided.
As Aurora perused the choices, she licked her lips and sighed. “I can never decide. Everything is so delicious.” I watched, captivated as she bit her bottom lip for a second, then her pink tongue darted out once again to lick along the bee-stung flesh.
I hadn’t taken one look at the menu; I already knew exactly what I wanted for dessert.
The waiter returned, and I snatched the menu from Aurora’s hand and handed them both over. Aurora frowned at me and grumbled, “Hey, I wasn’t done deciding.”
I speared her with an intense gaze, and her eyes widened, but she pressed her lips together and didn’t say anything else.
“We’ll take one of everything,” I told the young guy. “To go.” I quickly fished out my wallet—not an easy task considering how tight my pants were at the moment—and handed him a credit card. “The faster we’re on our way out of here, the bigger your tip.” The server grinned and scurried off as though his ass was on fire.
I turned back to find Aurora gaping at me. I tried to smile at her, but then I started to picture sliding my cock into that warm, wet space. At that point, I imagined my expression looked more like a grimace as the teeth of my zipper imprinted themselves on my dick.
“Did I say something wrong?” she finally asked. “Are you so eager to get away from me?” She was trying to look as though she didn’t care, but the hurt in her voice bled through.