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The man was nothing but pure walking sex.
No wonder Elise blushed the color of a fire engine when Mandi asked what Vinter did. She’d meant for work though, but it was possible it didn't matter given the man’s … magnetism.
Vinter winked at her, shot a look of knowing and a scowl at Jaz and walked away.
“Is it true what they say?”
“About what?”
“You know, about him. About all the piercings up and down his … penis.” She whispered the last word, and it made her feel kind of naughty.
“I am not discussing some other man’s dick with you.”
Vinter was out of sight, but she was still looking at the spot he’d vacated. “I was only curious. It’s not like I can ask Elise about it.”
“Oh, but you can ask the man you’re sleeping with about it? Shit. And stop staring after him. Remember, girlie, he’s taken.”
Mandi couldn’t contain the smile that spilled over her lips at the Jaz’s grousing. As if he could doubt her lust for him. “I know he is.”
“Well, then put your tongue back in your mouth.”
She turned her head to look back at Jaz. There was laughter and heat in his eyes and not a bit of censure. “Why don’t I put it back in your mouth?”
* * * * *
She tried to look as casual as possible when she walked back to the table. She wasn’t quite sure she’d pulled it off, what with readjusting her top and tugging her jeans back down over her boots. Everything was a little out of focus. Well, everything except Jaz’s backside as he walked away from her. She had a very clear view of that.
“So, you get manhandled too?”
Mandi looked at Carrie and nodded. Was that the word for it? Did he manhandle her? Because if that’s what it was … She’d like for him to do a lot more of it. “It appears so.”
“They seem to like doing that at the most inappropriate of times,” Elise muttered.
“Speak for yourself. Anytime Dallon manhandles me is an appropriate time.”
“You’re as bad as they are.”
Carried smiled. Her face had that angelic look, but her eyes were full of wicked intent. “It’s that church upbringing and all.”
Elise snorted. “I’m sure it’s more than that.”
“I’ll never tell.”
Mandi watched the two women banter back and forth and laughed. She had a feeling she’d made new friends. It was a good feeling, too. Other than Jackie, she hadn’t had anyone she’d call a friend in years.
Jackie stopped at the high table they’d taken over and pulled up a chair. She nudged Mandi. “You having fun?”
“I am. Thank you.”
“I’m not all to blame. Jaz helped. I called your brothers, but they couldn’t get away this weekend. Something about a car show.”
“Yeah. It always falls on my birthday or on the weekend of. I don’t get to see them unless I go to them. Besides, I’m not sure they’re ready to meet Jaz.”
Jackie looked her square in the face and Mandi fought not to squirm under the stare. “Are you ready for them to meet him?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow.”
“You’re both like blood to me.”
