Page 34 of Law

When he lifted her from the seat, she cried out, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

He froze, still holding her aloft. “Tell me, Lovelyn. Are you suggesting I’m too weak or that you are too heavy?”

Her eyes darted every way except at him. He held her, dangling in the air, interested in what she would say next. “N-neither. I… I don’t know why I said that. I mean, you are obviously the strongest man I’ve ever known. And you already carried me over a sixteen-foot fence and over your shoulder more times than I can count. It was just an automatic response. I couldn’t help it!”

He gave her his sternest Daddy look. “I’m not going to hear you say anything negative about either one of us again, am I?”

She shook her head so hard her entire body shook. “Nope. Never again. I’m deleting that phrase from my vocabulary.” She mimed taking something from her mouth and tossing it over her shoulder.

It was a good thing his little fairy cat had found the right Daddy. She would run rings around anyone else. She needed someone to keep her safe, loved, and to challenge her. Something that recognized a bored Lovelyn was a dangerous Lovelyn. He lowered her to the ground, ensuring she had her balance before letting her go.

Stepping to the side, she put a hand on his bicep. She grinned. “What did I tell you? That muscle isn’t shaking or anything. If Ididn’t know you were a Viking, I’d swear you were Hercules. You’re amazing.”

She winked at him and walked past him toward Deep Dive. Little minx. She loved to toss out a challenge when she thought she was safe from the consequences, now didn’t she? She might be too much for most men, but she was perfect for him.

You can’t have her. She wouldn’t be safe.

He knew that even if she didn’t. He’d tried to warn her, but she didn’t understand. Even after playing hide and seek, and that scene earlier in his truck. None of that made the desire to have her that was growing inside him slow down at all.

He caught up with her in two long strides and took her hand in his. “Little girls don’t walk through parking lots alone. It isn’t safe.”

She didn’t fight his hold. She actually swung their arms as they walked as if they were still in grade school. She squeezed his hand, and visions of that hand wrapped around his cock flooded his mind.

And it didn’t stop there. He pictured her lips around his cock as he gripped the sides of her head and fucked her mouth. What would that feel like? Fucking incredible.

When they reached the door, she rose on her toes and pursed her lips. Frowning, she demanded, “Bend down.”

That should be him, commanding her to bend over while he drove his cock into her from behind.

Never going to happen.

Damn right it wasn’t. He bent down, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “In case I haven’t told you today, thank you for rescuing me and keeping my brother safe.”

He had one of those stupid, girly moments of “I’ll never wash this cheek again” before clearing his throat and nodding his head.

“My pleasure, Lovelyn.”

He pulled open the door for her, but as she walked by him, hegrabbed her hand again. He needed to touch her. To stay connected for a little longer.

Hutch stood behind the bar restacking glasses when they stepped inside. With a nod to Law as greeting, his gaze shifted to Lovelyn, and he smiled. Stepping out from the bar, he extended his hand.

Um, hell no. Even a brother wasn’t getting that close to his Lovelyn. She was his… well, not yet, but she might be one day soon. And no one touched what was his. It was all he could do not to shove Hutch backward.

Instead, Law shifted Lovelyn behind him. Letting go of her hand was harder than it should have been. He needed to stay in physical contact with her. Not that he was possessive or anything. Her safety was his top priority, and when she was touching him, he knew he was safe.

She probably thought he was a lunatic, but she’d better get used to it. It wasn’t something he could control. He was being a fucking gentleman compared to what he would do if Hutch wasn’t a brother he trusted.

Hutch backed up a step. Smart play. With a smile that was still too friendly for Law’s peace of mind, Hutch extended his hand, “Hi, Lovelyn?—”

Law snarled.

Hutch glared back at him. “Holy shit, Law. Now what?”

“Everyone except me calls her Lovie.” He also threw a pointed look at Hutch’s hand. If his brother touched Lovelyn, Law would rip off his fucking arm.

Hutch stared at him, then at Lovelyn, then back to him. A shit eating grin broke out on his brother’s face. Raising his hands in surrender, Hutch took a step backward.

As ridiculous as it might be, the extra step settled Law. Hutch barely kept from laughing. Fucker.

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