Page 124 of Brew
“Let’s not tempt fate.” I squeal when he reaches for my waist, that sexy look in his eyes I know means trouble.
“What if my wish is to eat this cake off your body?”
My cheeks flush. “Then I’ll remind you Olive will be home in less than two hours, so you’d better get busy.”
He takes the plate from me, placing it onto the bench. “I’d better do my very best then, hadn’t I?”
I swing my arms around his neck. “You already are the very best, my big grumpy biker.”
“Famous last words.”
We lie in bed, trying to catch our breaths. Age certainly doesn’t slow this man down.
“You’re certainly not slowing down anytime soon,” I pant.
He grunts a laugh. “It’s just another da?—”
I place a finger over his mouth so he can’t finish that sentence. Then he bites the tip of my finger. I giggle. “Spending the afternoon in bed is extravagant.”
“Nope. I’d say it’s a birthday wish come true. I’ll order some pizzas soon for when Olive gets home. How’s she holdin’ up?”
“She’s good,” I say. “But what happened was a lot for her. Seeing Jude like that, it was horrific. I know Olive says she’s alright, but I worry about the implications.”
Jude is waiting for sentencing, but she will be facing attempted murder charges for shooting Chains. Having to go to trial again fills me with dread, but she needs help. She’s not well.
“She’s a tough kid, a lot like her mom.”
I smile, snuggling into his chest. “I don’t know. Sometimes I appear to be tough, but inside I’m jelly.”
He kisses my forehead. “You’re tougher than you think.”
“And you love your birthday present?”
He glances down my body. “Yep.”
“I meant your pig, dummy…”
“You didn’t?” Brew stares at the pig in the pen, then back at me.
“We did, I can’t take all the credit, Olive helped,” I say.
“I found him,” Olive declares proudly. “I had to educate all the kids at school because they just think pigs are dirty when in reality, they roll in the mud to stay cool and protect their skin. What are kids learning these days?”
Brew chuckles. “I guess not much.”
The brown and pink pig looks up at Brew. I never knew pigs had such funny natures, but this guy is a real character. He oinks.
“I think he likes you,” I point out.
“He knows I’m the one gonna be feedin’ him, he’s smart.”
I love that Brew looks so happy over this one small thing, not that the pig is small, but it wasn’t that hard getting him here with a little help from the boys.
He chuckles. “You got me a pet pig, nobody is ever gonna live up to that, babe.” He kisses my forehead. “He’s perfect. I think I’ll call him Chunk.”
“He might get a complex.”
“Doubt it, he’s got a pen the size of a small resort.”
