The Mane Event
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She wanted to say No, we did not but her sisters were waiting for that. Waiting to see something they could feed on. Mace knew it too. He had sistershe knew exactly what he was doing. Fine, then. He wanted to spend time with her family, more power to him.
How could I forget? She rubbed her moms back. Well be there, Ma.
Good. Good. Dont forget pie.
The women headed toward the door, leaving Mace downing that sandwich like it was his first meal in six months.
Once at the front door, her mother leaned in conspiratorially. I still like him. Hes grown into a very nice young man.
Ma, you dont even know him.
Yes, but Im never wrong about these things.
Of course, it doesnt hurt hes a Llewellyn.
Dez glared at Lonnie, Fuck you on her lips. One look at her mother told her that would be a bad idea. The woman believed in the holiday spirit, even if she had to kick the shit out of you to make sure you were feeling it too.
Her mother hugged her. See you soon, honey.
Bye, Ma.
She walked out the door, but her sisters remained.
The Llewellyns are powerful, little sister. Hope you know what youre doing.
Why dont you let me do what I gotta do and you two do what you gotta do.
Fine.
Then Lonnie snatched the towel off Dez and charged out the door, Rachel slamming it before Dez could get to them. Instead, she collided with the hard wood.
They were too old for this bullshit.
Dez kept her head against the door, unable to turn around. Not when she knew Mace stood right behind her.
Here, baby. Heres a towel.
She reached back, unable to face the man, and grasped the towel he handed her. Of course, it was a dish towel and not much good.
I hate you.
You so wish you did. But tragically, youre crazy about me.
She wanted to argue with him, prove to him she hated him. That she still had control. But when his hands slid across her ass, she completely forgot what shed been mad about.
So that was what a nice normal family was like. Yeah. He could get used to that. As much animosity that passed between the three sisters, fangs and claws never made an entrance. And before Dez arrived, the two women grilled him like hed applied to the CIA. They didnt want anyone hurting their baby sister. He bet Dez had no clue.
No. Hed make sure they went to see her parents on Christmas. Besides, it would be nice to have a real Christmas dinner that didnt involve senators or a live wild boar they hunted and devoured raw.
He would worry about that later, though. Right this second, hehad the most delectable ass staring at him.
He ran his hands over the curves and planes of her body, pulling her back against his chest.
Man, he had some great sex over the years, but nothing like that. Nothing like her.
He trapped her against his body, wrapping his arms around her, and leaned down close to her ear. We didnt wake you up, did we?
No. I didnt hear you guys until I was out of the shower.
Good. I wanted you to get all the sleep you needed.
She leaned back into him. Why?
In answer, he slipped his hand between her legs and gently stroked her. You sore?
She wiggled against him. Ill live.
Then her stomach growled. Her head dropped forward in defeat. That was more embarrassing than the towel.
Mace took pity on her. He dragged her to the kitchen, pausing long enough so she could grab the Jets blanket from off the couch.
You need to feed. Its normal after all that sex. He sat her down at the counter in the large kitchen. A cook or chef must have once owned the house. The kitchen easily outstripped the rest of her place. The island in the middle of the room was made of stainless steel and marble. Shame Dez never used it. Still, he found himself liking her house more and more. It smelled like her. Well, her and those stupid dogs, but he could learn to live with that. He could learn to live with a lot to be with this woman.
Your mother made you a sandwich. He pulled it out of the fridge and put it in front of her, along with a cold can of soda. He leaned against the counter next to her.
She stared down at the sandwich as she finished wrapping the blanket around her like a towel, covering everything from her chest down. Whats the meat on this? Antelope?
He smiled. What a smart-ass. Actually they were out. Its zebra.
She picked up the sandwich, brought it to her mouth, but stopped when she realized he was staring at her. What?
Im waiting for you to finish eating.
Why? He grinned and she turned completely red. Oh.
So hurry up.
I cant eat with you staring at me. Talk or something.
Well, when I started in the Navy I knew this guy
She cut him off by raising one finger. No, and I mean no Navy stories. Ever.
Whats wrong with the Navy?
Nothing. Its military stories in general. Nothing makes me crazier than listening to a bunch of males sitting around talking about their goddamn military glory that always ends with something about a barhook giving them a happy ending.