Page 76 of Sparrow's Grace

Sighing, I got back into my book and then shook my head when the man tried to grab her ass, all the while with her man storming through the club to get to her.

A short time later, I heard, “Pick one.”

My head came up at the sound of his voice, to see him sitting on the edge of the coffee table in his kutte, a tight fitted wine colored t-shirt, and light washed jeans.

His hair was styled just so and I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through it and mess it up later.

And when I looked at what he held, two cards with blank faces stared at me. And that was when I swooned. This was a trend that was going around on social media. It was a cute way for a date night between a couple. And I wasn’t going to lie, I really wanted to take part in this months ago while I was still living in California, but didn’t want to do it with Deck.

I looked up into his eyes and smiled. Setting my Kindle to the side, I asked, “What do I get?”

He freaking smirked, “You’ll see. But first, you have to pick one.”

Looking at the two cards he held out for me, I grabbed the one on the right and flipped it over. Then I read it aloud, “Comfy clothes.”

He smirked and then nodded toward our bedroom, “Go. Get it done.”

Laughing, I headed for our bedroom, but not before he slapped my ass, and then I heard him mutter, “Damn, but I’m a lucky fucking man.”

Five minutes later, I came out of our bedroom with my hair in a messy bun, a hoodie on, and some comfortable jersey knit shorts.

His eyes were all for my legs that were on full display.

I saw his eyes darken, and then I threw up my hand, “Nope. I know what you’re thinking. But, Honey, you planned something out. I want to see what this all is. You can have my thighs wrapped around your head and then wrapped around your waist once this is over.”

He groaned, “You’re evil.” Then he grabbed two more cards from the pocket inside his kutte, and then said, “Pick one.”

I picked the one to the left this time and then turned it over and read, “‘Cuda.”

I clapped my hands and then smiled wide when he shook his head, tagged my hand and then led me out to the ‘Cuda.

Once he opened the door for me, I climbed in, buckled up and then waited.

As soon as his ass was in the seat, he pulled out two more cards. I giggled, picked the one on the right and then flipped it over, and then grinned, huge, “Japanese.”

Zeke groaned, “Fuck me. If that fucker stares at your ass or tits when you’re coming or going, we’re going to have problems.”

Grinning, I leaned over the console and pressed a kiss to his jaw, “Honey, there’s only one man I’m going home with tonight. And there’s only one man’s cock I want anywhere near my body.”

“Better stay that fucking way,” he growled.

Thankfully, while we were there eating, the man that Zeke wanted to beat the hell out of wasn’t there. See, we had been out as a group the first time we all came here. The man in question hadn't flirted with any of the women when they had eaten there before. Apparently, that was because none of them were his type, being that they weren’t pregnant at the time he met them. Talk about a weird kink.

Once we were full of delicious goodness, we settled back into the ‘Cuda.

He pulled out another set of cards and then I picked the one to the left. When I read it aloud, I looked at him, confused. He simply grinned at me.

And that was how we found ourselves half an hour later, walking into the clubhouse with bolts of fabric to make a couple’s blanket.

Thirty minutes later, we had ours made, my side of the blanket had books and typewriters on it, and his had motorcycles on it. The ends were tied together and it really was the cutest thing.

We were settled outside at the fire pit, our couple’s blanket wrapped around my legs, when Zeke grinned at me and asked, “You have a good time?”

I nodded, “Yeah, it was perfect. Thank you for doing this for me, Honey.”

He grinned and then stared into my eyes. He did that for long moments and then I saw him shake his head, and look away from me and take a sip of his beer.

Curious as to why the head shake, I asked him, “Honey, why’d you do that?”

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