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After two failed attempts at striking the triangle with the beater without spilling her drink, she swung the triangle at the beater until a lyric ping rang through the air. All the women stood, stomped their feet twice, and yelled, “¡Ándale! Margarita!” After that, the tiny blonde with corkscrew curls dashed to the refrigerator on the far wall and came running back with a fresh pitcher of margaritas. As everyone's glass brimmed with frozen margaritas, they stomped again and yelled, “Viva la revolución!” and sat back down.

She turned to Law. “What revolution are they wishing a long life?”

Law bit his bottom lip and grimaced. “They are fighting to overthrow nine o’clock bedtimes. If you need more informationthan that, you’ll have to ask General Georgia over there. She’s the one who keeps banging on that damn metal triangle.”

Lovie cleared her throat to cover a giggle. She’d never had a group of girlfriends to hang out with. They looked like an amazing group of friends.

Envy coursed through her. Why couldn’t she sit with a group of Littles, sipping margaritas and having fun? Instead, she had to sit at a big table of fuddy-duddy Daddies who sent their Littles to bed too early but she still needed to hear Zane’s story even if she was pretty sure she wouldn’t like what she heard. Sometimes, life wasn’t fair.

From behind her, Law wrapped her in his arms, pulling her so close his breath tickled her neck. Goosebumps skittered across her arms when he whispered, “Don’t worry, fairy cat. I’ll introduce you to the girls in just a few minutes. The meeting with Reid shouldn’t take too long.”

It took all she could do not to squeal. That last breath did her in. She squealed with laughter and tried to jerk away from him. “Daddy, stop! That tickles!”

Trouble danced in his eyes as he pulled her close again. With his mouth just behind her ear, he forced as much air as he could into the words he muttered against her neck. “Really, fairy cat. You’re ticklish. Are you sure? I can’t tell. What if I whisper louder? What will that do?”

She twisted and turned, dancing around in his arms, doing her best to dodge his lips on her neck. Nothing worked. Her shrieks of laughter rang out around the room, but he didn’t stop until she was begging. Of course, her laughter made it more difficult for him to understand what she was saying. “Stop. Stop! I’m gonna pee myself, Viking. Stop!”

He pulled back, grinning down at her, as carefree and happy as she had ever seen him. He loved something about pinning her close and tickling her. That was a good thing because she loved it,too. The thrill of being captured and trying to escape, only to be overpowered and forced to submit. It was the ultimate taboo fantasy in all the romance books.

Something hard, long, and thick pressed against her backside. She pushed back, but froze when she realized it was a giant Viking cock. The breath she sucked in when he pushed his hips against her again could have rivaled a hoover vacuum cleaner.

She should stop him or at least try. But she’d never experienced anything like the feel of his dick. Maybe he really was a Viking. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and need filled her. Arousal flooded her panties, and her nipples stiffened to hard nubs. His smile grew almost feral, and need smoldered in his eyes.

Someone coughed loudly behind her. They might as well have doused her with ice water. Her back shot straight. She spun around to find all the men around the table staring at her.

Hutch sat next to the bushy-bearded man who had taken Zane from the Society compound, and he was smirking. “Don’t mind us, you two. We’ll wait with the girls while you two get a room.”

OMG!

Lovie couldn’t believe what she and Law had just done. She’d forgotten about everyone else in the room. Even Zane. Sister of the year, much?

The heat burning her cheeks told her how deep her blush must be. What would everyone think of her now? It was one thing to stage a tipsy margarita protest. It was another entirely to practically fornicate with a man you’ve known less than a week.

She was a floozy. A strumpet. Her mother would be so ashamed.

Steeling her nerves, Lovie glanced back at the women behind her. A sea of gaping mouths churned back there. They were all shocked and staring.

Well, except for the one with short white hair. She still sat inher chair, grinning and enjoying her margarita. When Lovie’s eyes met hers, she lifted her glass in salute.

Lovie buried her face in Law’s chest and groaned. None of them would want to be friends with her now. Except for the little blonde, maybe.

She wanted to hide. No, to disappear. Law was huge. Maybe if she were very still, she could blend in with him like a chameleon. Then they could forget she was ever there.

A snarl split the air as Law’s chest swelled and rumbled. Vibrations worked their way through his throat and jaw. He sounded like an angry Viking ready to shoot flaming arrows at everyone in the room.

No longer smiling, Law glared at the men at the table. Holy smokes. She wasn’t sure where Law had gone, but her Viking stood with her now, ready to pillage and destroy.

Stepping between her and the table, Law clenched his fists and prepared to fight. For a Viking, he was very thin-skinned. Surely, he was used to teasing among his brothers. She used to tease Zane. He’d tease her right back.

Not that Lawstruck her as the teasing type. She tried to picture him taking part in lighthearted banter, but nothing came to mind. Was Hutch crazy? She’d only known Law few days, and she knew that much about him already.

“Don’t be talking trash and shit like that, brother. You just embarrassed the fuck out of Lovelyn. Do you get me, or do we need to step into the ring?”

Oh dear. This was not going to be pretty.

CHAPTER 14

As he’d done downstairs, Hutch held up his hands in surrender. “Woah there. Sorry, big man. I didn’t mean any offense. But you were… and she was all… I’ve, ah, I’ve just never seen you like that before. Again, I apologize. No need to grill me and eat me for supper.”

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