Page 32 of Tiny's Law

Brenna’s eyes light up, and she smiles excitedly. “You should come by the shop! I know I’m new, but I would seriously love to draw something up for you. You are so gorgeous!”

Now it’s Kourtney’s turn to blush. Bringing her hands up, she presses her fingertips to her cheeks, no doubt trying to cool her heated cheeks. “Stop! You’re too sweet.”

“I mean it,” Brenna says with a smile. “Shit, hold that thought.” Brenna hurries over to tend to a customer who’s waving at her from the other end of the bar.

“She’s the gorgeous one,” Kourtney says wholeheartedly. It makes me smile knowing she isn’t one of those catty bitches that gets snooty over other women, especially when the other one is even somewhat attractive.

“You know, I’m incredibly surprised. When Reggie told me you were taking me to a strip club for our date, I was worried. But I really like this place.”

“Date, huh?”

She blushes again, turning to hide her smile. Using my finger, I turn her face back to mine.

“Okay, not a date then,” she says as if she doesn’t care either way.

I shake my head with a chuckle. “No, this is definitely a date.”

She smiles widely, showing me her perfectly white teeth. “I honestly wasn’t sure.”

“If I kissed you, would that make it an official date?”

She looks around the bar with a wince, causing me to laugh. “Relax. I’m no Mr. Romantic, but I’m not going to kiss you for the first time in the middle of a strip club.”

Her eyes flare wide before she bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, can you imagine that story? Eighty years old, rocking on a front porch, and being asked, ‘Grandma, what was your and Grandpa’s first kiss like?’ ‘Well, little Lucy, it was in the middle of a strip club with naked women prancing around and Five Finger Death Punch playing in the background.’”

Throwing my head back, I let my own laugh bark out and wrap my arm around her slim waist. When my shoulders stop shaking from the force of laughter, I wipe the back of my hand under my eyes. “Shit, babe. Already thinking of our grandkids?”

The scary fucking part is I’m not even shrinking back at the thought. I’m leaning towards her. Fucking weird.

She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink while nonchalantly saying, “I’m a planner.”

“Shit guys, I know I’ve only been back for a few weeks, but I am not used to how busy we’ve been,” Brenna says, letting out a breath as she leans against her side of the bar.

“Brenna worked here when she first came to town before she started apprenticing for Flame.”

Kourtney’s eyes flare, and she whistles. “Your boyfriend is your teacher? That’s so hot.”

Brenna blushes and shrugs. “It isn’t nearly as sexy as it sounds.”

“I beg to fucking differ,” Flame growls from beside us. “It is most definitely hot as fuck being able to look over and see your sexy ass sitting five feet away from me, deep in thought.”

Brenna looks absolutely mortified, and it’s clear that she didn’t notice Flame walking up behind her during our conversation. She gets embarrassed so easily. It’s cute that she used to think she could’ve started stripping in front of a shit ton of hungry-ass random men.

“You almost done?” By the look on Flame’s face, he’s minutes away from throwing his ol’ lady over his shoulder and devouring her in her old apartment upstairs.

“We’re out of here too,” I say, dropping my arm over Kourtney’s shoulders and throwing a twenty on the bartop in front of Brenna. Neither Flame nor Brenna seem to have heard me as they are stuck in a heated stare-off across the bar from each other. Turning away from the lovebirds, I look down, and my eyes lock on Kourtney’s. I let out a groan at the appreciative gleam I find in hers.

“Come on.” I take her hand and lead her down the hallway towards Ghost’s office.

After pulling my jacket on, I grab her coat and hold it out for her to step into. Squeezing her shoulders, I run my hand down the back of her arm before lacing our fingers together. Pulling our clasped hands up, I press my lips against her fingers.

She smiles sweetly up at me, and I make a mental note that, judging by the look on her face each time I do it, she likes it when I hold her hand.

I pull her behind me towards the exit, throwing my free hand up in farewells to the remaining guys in our section as we pass. Kourtney waves goodbye as they all let out loud wolf whistles at our departure.

I shake my head at the catcalls. Fucking lot of immature dicks is what they all are. But shit, if it were one of the other brothers, there’s no doubt I’d be in on the ribbing.

As soon as we stop next to my bike, Kourtney spins on her sexy-as-fuck heels, and I let out a grunt of breath as her body hits my chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around her waist.

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