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She once was weak. She once was less than. But now she’s back, and she’s nobody’s weakling. Sky had lost her happily ever after once. She won’t do it again. River and Raydon would do anything to save their mate, but will the past tear them apart?
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Raydon took her hand from her mouth and kissed it. “Nah, it was cute. Let’s get out of here before mayhem starts. I have a feeling there might be a riot, or a fight, both probably.”
They made it to the door just as the sound of shattering glass was heard. River placed Sky behind him, looking to see what was going on. Jett launched himself over the bar, taking down a human male in a smooth and quick move like a professional football player would. The bar fell quiet and still as Jett hauled the man to his feet. “You don’t ever break shit in my bar. You want to bull up, come at me with your fist. Toss a bottle across a crowded bar again and I’ll shove said bottle, broken or not, so far up your ass you’ll be singing soprano and begging someone to pull the fucking cord, and I don’t mean like on Flashdance, fucker.”
“Where’s all the hot waitresses at, asshole? We don’t come here to see a bunch of roid rage, tatted up, biker wannabes,” the guy spat.
Jett gave the guy a shake, laughing in his face. “Really, you accusing me of roid use, when you reek of the shit? Get the fuck out of my bar and don’t come back.” He let the man who was about twenty pounds heavier than himself, drop to the ground.
Raydon and Sky moved outside, waiting for him while he kept an eye on what was happening inside. Jett stood with his arms crossed next to Torq, while roid boy and his friends grabbed their coats and headed toward the door. “Rye, get Sky away from the door, asshole and his buddies are coming out.”
His twin didn’t respond, but he watched through their link as Raydon and Sky walked around toward the back of the bar. “Who’s out back?” he asked Jett through their pack link.
Jett named a couple of pack members that had him relaxing, while he followed the men outside. He’d watch as they left to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid. Or at least not any stupider than throw a bottle at Jett. All three men climbed into a sedate looking sedan, probably one of their mothers, then drove off. He made a mental note of the plate number, before hurrying around back to Sky and Raydon, coming to a hard stop at the sight of his twin and Sky kissing. He cleared his throat once, then twice. “Alright, cut it out, or I’ll have to demand my turn.”
Sky broke away from Raydon’s lips, doing that little wiggle thing that entranced him. “Your turn,” she said and crooked her finger toward him.
River wasn’t a stupid wolf, and never one to turn down a kiss from his mate. He eliminated the space between them, lifting her into his arms, taking what she offered and gave back just as much. Goddess, she tasted like cotton candy and spiced apples all rolled together, making his mouth water. He broke away from heaven, his breath and hers mingling. “Damn, you are truly the single most delicious thing on Earth,” he swore.
She lifted her thumb, wiping away the moisture from his lips. Before she could take away the wetness, he grabbed her wrist, sucking her finger into his mouth. A moan escaped before he released her. “Fuck, I think I might have a woody.”
Sky’s head jerked downward, then back up. “There’s no thinking about it,” she laughed.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and see if we can’t make her have a lady boner in the theater.” Raydon’s arm swept Sky away from him, but River saw the wink he tossed over his shoulder.
“Girls don’t get boners, they get wetties, bro.” River hurried to catch up to his two favorite people in all the world.
“Excuse me, but what is a wettie?” Sky asked, taking his hand in one of hers.
River shrugged before answering, his wolf suddenly on alert. He lifted his head, scenting the air. Raydon did the same, both of them trying to keep Sky from noticing. “A wettie, my dear, is what a female gets when her mate, or mates in your case, get you all hot and bothered and make your panties wet. Hence, a wettie.”
Sky gave a very loud snort. “Where does he come up with these things? First, he says hand to dick visit, instead of jacking off, now a wettie. What’s next?”
They made it to the door just as the sound of shattering glass was heard. River placed Sky behind him, looking to see what was going on. Jett launched himself over the bar, taking down a human male in a smooth and quick move like a professional football player would. The bar fell quiet and still as Jett hauled the man to his feet. “You don’t ever break shit in my bar. You want to bull up, come at me with your fist. Toss a bottle across a crowded bar again and I’ll shove said bottle, broken or not, so far up your ass you’ll be singing soprano and begging someone to pull the fucking cord, and I don’t mean like on Flashdance, fucker.”
“Where’s all the hot waitresses at, asshole? We don’t come here to see a bunch of roid rage, tatted up, biker wannabes,” the guy spat.
Jett gave the guy a shake, laughing in his face. “Really, you accusing me of roid use, when you reek of the shit? Get the fuck out of my bar and don’t come back.” He let the man who was about twenty pounds heavier than himself, drop to the ground.
Raydon and Sky moved outside, waiting for him while he kept an eye on what was happening inside. Jett stood with his arms crossed next to Torq, while roid boy and his friends grabbed their coats and headed toward the door. “Rye, get Sky away from the door, asshole and his buddies are coming out.”
His twin didn’t respond, but he watched through their link as Raydon and Sky walked around toward the back of the bar. “Who’s out back?” he asked Jett through their pack link.
Jett named a couple of pack members that had him relaxing, while he followed the men outside. He’d watch as they left to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid. Or at least not any stupider than throw a bottle at Jett. All three men climbed into a sedate looking sedan, probably one of their mothers, then drove off. He made a mental note of the plate number, before hurrying around back to Sky and Raydon, coming to a hard stop at the sight of his twin and Sky kissing. He cleared his throat once, then twice. “Alright, cut it out, or I’ll have to demand my turn.”
Sky broke away from Raydon’s lips, doing that little wiggle thing that entranced him. “Your turn,” she said and crooked her finger toward him.
River wasn’t a stupid wolf, and never one to turn down a kiss from his mate. He eliminated the space between them, lifting her into his arms, taking what she offered and gave back just as much. Goddess, she tasted like cotton candy and spiced apples all rolled together, making his mouth water. He broke away from heaven, his breath and hers mingling. “Damn, you are truly the single most delicious thing on Earth,” he swore.
She lifted her thumb, wiping away the moisture from his lips. Before she could take away the wetness, he grabbed her wrist, sucking her finger into his mouth. A moan escaped before he released her. “Fuck, I think I might have a woody.”
Sky’s head jerked downward, then back up. “There’s no thinking about it,” she laughed.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and see if we can’t make her have a lady boner in the theater.” Raydon’s arm swept Sky away from him, but River saw the wink he tossed over his shoulder.
“Girls don’t get boners, they get wetties, bro.” River hurried to catch up to his two favorite people in all the world.
“Excuse me, but what is a wettie?” Sky asked, taking his hand in one of hers.
River shrugged before answering, his wolf suddenly on alert. He lifted his head, scenting the air. Raydon did the same, both of them trying to keep Sky from noticing. “A wettie, my dear, is what a female gets when her mate, or mates in your case, get you all hot and bothered and make your panties wet. Hence, a wettie.”
Sky gave a very loud snort. “Where does he come up with these things? First, he says hand to dick visit, instead of jacking off, now a wettie. What’s next?”