Page 2 of Thunder Thighs
A wickedly seductive smile decorated her perfect lips. We both knew I hadn't been talking about the beer.
A man down the far end called her name, interrupting our moment.
"Be right back," she promised.
I watched her sashay away, taking another long drag of the cool beer. If I played my cards right, I'd be leaving here with more than one hunger satisfied.
Don't you dare fuck this up.
I lifted the beer again, drinking deep.
Chapter Two
Ella
He's here.
I stood in the cooler for a moment, patting my flushed cheeks. For years my family had made comments about my big thighs. Thunder thighs, they'd called them. Big, bold, and ready to crush the first man that dared to get between them.
Years ago, I'd decided to say fuck it. I'd played them at their own game, owning that narrative. I'd laughed at their criticism, claiming I had thighs so big no mere mortal could lay between them. My thighs could call down the God of Thunder. My thighs were magic.
I owned thighs only a Viking God could plunder.
He's here.
No man had been between them. Maybe I'd bought into my day dream a little too much. Maybe I'd been so caught up in the fantasy that I'd lost sight of reality.
But damn. He was here. He had finally arrived. And on a rumble of thunder no less. If that wasn't a sign, I didn't know what was.
My nipples were tight, my breasts heavy. Warm desire pooled in my belly, my pussy wet with want.
He's here.
I took a deep breath, smoothing damp palms down my skirt.
"You got this, Ella. You're hot as fuck. You're sexy. You own this damn bar and have made it successful. You are confident, brilliant, funny. If he doesn't want you then it's his loss."
I remembered the way he looked at me, his dark eyes practically eating me up as we chatted. I had a feeling he wouldn't say no. I had a feeling he'd be taking me to bed tonight.
Or maybe he'll just throw you over the bar.
A shiver of anticipation raced down my spine. I snatched at the small container of pre-cut lemons, returning to the bar.
"Foods up," my chef, Anika, called.
"Got it," I shifted the container under one arm, lifting the warm plate with my free hand.
"Saw him," Anika wiggled her eyebrows, a grin stretching her mouth. "You gonna take a chance on this one?"
I sent her a wink, not replying.
She threw back her head, laughing. "You go girl!"
I dropped the lemons on the back of the bar, heading towards the hottie at the end. He was nursing his beer, gaze on me. I added a little sway to my walk, feeling that crackling awareness spark between us once more.
"Here you go," I slid the plate in front of him. "Eat up, big boy."
He glanced down at the plate, his eyebrows lifting. "This is…"
