Page 49 of Xander
I locked eyes with Nuke, “You told me to respect the brothers. Well, right now, I don’t. Because every single one of you is disrespecting him. You thought he was going to fuck this up? That would be impossible because all I want is for him to be himself. Now... you have five minutes to pay your tab, leave one hell of a tip, get on your bikes, and get gone.”
Nuke narrowed his eyes at me as he slowly stood, then he looked over my shoulder.
Then he looked at me and nodded, “You're right. We didn’t think. We’ll go.”
“I’ll cook dinner tomorrow night for y’all caring about him to say thank you,” I said.
Nuke winked, “Deal.”
I stood there as they all paid, then they walked by me one by one and said, “Good job”, or “Way to go”, or “You made my balls shrivel up.”
I made my way back to our table and retook my seat.
Xander’s brows were raised.
I shrugged, “They meant well, but it was a slap in the face to you.”
He nodded, “If you say so.”
“I do,” I said.
We ate our brownies, and then his shoulders started shaking, and then he started laughing.
Hard.
“You... just... told... our president... he could basically... go fuck himself.” He said between laughs.
I shrugged, “You mean something to me.”
He sobered, instantly.
And had I not been watching, I would have missed it.
His face went soft.
His eyes seemed to shine, then he whispered, “Same.”
After we paid, he took my hand and then led me out to his truck.
And then he backed me up to the side of it, put one hand on the side of my neck, and whispered, “Don’t want me to kiss you, say it now.”
I kept my mouth shut.
Tell this man, no?
Was he serious?
When I didn’t respond, just looked up into his eyes, his head started to lower.
I met him halfway, and the moment our lips fused together, I felt sparks igniting deep inside of me.
Sparks that I’ve never felt before.
His big body moved closer into mine, as I opened my lips and swiped my tongue along his bottom lip.
His moan fueled me even further, and then he, too, swiped his tongue out to tangle with mine.
I brought my hands up and clenched at his kutte, keeping our bodies locked together.
