Page 47 of The Biggest Sacrifice

I watch as Tommy turns to Cash, and the two of them snicker at each other. It squeezes my heart but also leaves me with so many questions. Walking closer to him, he faces me and the intense ‘I need you now’ look washes over him. I swallow down my want.

“Okay, go on, you two. Get out of here. Tommy, have her home by midnight.” Cash gives him a small shove towards the door and Tommy reaches his hand out to me. I take it and follow.

“Cash, if you think I’m putting a time limit on tonight, you don’t know me at all.” Tommy says, then looks at me and gives a wink, leading me out the door, down the steps and to the passenger side of his truck.

“Are they having a party at your house tonight?”

“I’m sure they’ll stick around for a few. But the girls know to move everyone along.”

“Let’s hope so. Wouldn’t want them to get a show.”

CHAPTER 27

TOM

I helpher into my truck, watching as her dress swings and shows off her tanned thighs. The thighs I always loved biting, licking and tasting.

Fuck. Get it together, Tom. She’s not a piece of meat.

I close the door and round the truck but notice Billy standing on the porch. I pause, listening to him call out to me. “You’re going to be fine, Tom. I love you, brother. Call me tomorrow.”

That emotion I've been feeling for the last twenty-four hours resurfaces again. I nod to him once then continue around the front of the truck, taking a breath and steadying myself before climbing in.

“Everything okay?” Farrah inquires as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Looks that way.” I throw a grin and back out of the driveway really feeling those words this time.

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The prideI felt when we walked into the restaurant and all heads turned our way, was out of this world.

That’s right, fellas, she’s with me.

We took our time ordering and enjoyed a bottle of wine first. Then slowly chose an appetizer. We eventually chose two main meals we both wanted and splitting the food with her gave me a sense of superiority. A feeling of masculinity, of ownership, that I was taking care of and nurturing my woman with food. It sounded strange when that thought went through my head, but it’s the only way I can explain it. The way she only had eyes for me, made me feel ten feet tall. I want to do this for her every night. I want to take care of her.

She’s mine.

Now, we’re one of the last couples left in the restaurant. The server brought us a slice of tiramisu pie and laid down two forks on the table. I snatched them both before she could grab one.

“Hey! I want a bite of that, too!”

I flash my Casanova smirk that all my brothers carry. “I’ll give it to you.” She settles back in her chair when I give her a wink and lean forward. “Let me feed you.”

Her eyes go wide and she glances around the restaurant. “You want to feed me?”

“Yes.” Taking a minor cut of the pie with my fork, I lean forward on the table. Wiggling the utensil slightly, I smile as her blush spreads across her face.

She eyes me for a moment, then leans in, placing her hands on the table under her breasts, which puts them further on display. She catches me watching and all I can do is shrug.

“Sorry, it’s been a while and well, you’re gorgeous. I can’t help but stare.”

Her lips twist into a smile then part, waiting for me to feed her. I bring the fork close and when she goes to wrap her lips around the bite of coffee goodness, I pull it from her and take the bite myself.

“Tommy!”

I laugh at her outrage. I swipe another piece with the fork and hold it out to her again. “Sorry, I just needed to make sure it was okay before I gave it to you.” She shakes her head at me but then rolls her lips in tight when I say, “Open up.”

“You don’t get to say that to me anymore.”

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