What the hell am I talking about my dick in a third person?
I look up and take in her stunning face. Zarah is like her sister, naturally beautiful. They don’t need cosmetics and a shit ton of hair products to make themselves look hot; they already are.
My gaze sweeps over her from toe to head, taking in her flat black ankle boots, tight black jeans, and bright red Christmas jumper, that has the slogan ‘Baby, it’s cold outside,’ her hair is down in soft waves and again she is very little make-up, but she is wearing her red lipstick.
“Do you know that your lipstick makes me have very inappropriate thoughts?” I smart off and Zarah rolls her eyes at me, holding the note bad and pen in her hand to take my order.
“Everything about a women gives you inappropriate thoughts, Maze.” I bob my head and reply.
“True,” I add a wink. “but only one woman seems to be keeping my attention lately and giving me very, very inappropriate thoughts. Especially images of her in a naughty Elf outfit.”
That earns me another eye roll and my cock twitches at the thought the pop into my head of me punishing her for being rude right now. Looking up to her I narrow my eyes at her and crook my finger for her to come closer and thank fuck she obeys.
“That’s rude, don’t you think?” she frowns but doesn’t say anything. “The eye roll. Do that again, baby, and I will take you over my knee right here, right now and spank that delicious arse of yours.”
Her mouth shapes into a perfect ‘O’ that could wrap around my dick while she sucks the hell out of me, leaving red streaks up and down my length. She shocks the shit out of me when she recovers and licks her lips then leans forward and plants her hand on the table and leans in so she can speak close to my ear.
Her warm breath brushes over my ear and neck, making me shiver just as she speaks.
“Now that is something that would scare your daughter and our customers for life,Ash.” The way she says my birth name does something to my body. “Plus, you couldn’t handle a woman like me. I am not like the other girls you play with.”
“Is that right?” she just nods at my question. “Wanna show me?”
She chuckles and straighten up, going into professional mode.
“Do you want to order food or not?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu, baby. Come over to mine tonight. We can talk and make plans once I got the little Miss down for the night.”
I change the subject, wanting to be in private when I make my move on her. Never did I think I would want to start something and stick with it, but having Faith and seeing my brothers all settle down has me thinking that maybe I did all along, but pushed the thoughts down, but seeing Z with Faith had something stirring in my gut.
“You can’t always have want you want, Maze, life has taught me that.” Her eyes go soft and I see regret and longing there. I reach for her hand and take it in mine.
Her hand is soft and warm, her nails are painted red with a little white snowflake on the ring finger. She steps forward with I give her hand a little tug, her woodsy smell hits my senses and I fight back the moan that wants to break free.
“Life is all about making changes and seeing what makes us happy. If you want it,take it.”
“Maybe. Eat and I will come over tonight and we can talk, and I mean talk, Maze. Nothing else.” Her eyes narrow at me and I smirk back at her.
“Well see, babe. Can I have a coffee, with a Yorkie Wrap, please? Oh, and one of Ana’s mince pies.” I lick my lips at the thought of the plate of deliciousness that will be brought out to me soon.
Zarah added this Yorkie Wrap to the menu after she visited a food festival a few months ago. It is a large Yorkshire pudding, filled with beef, vegetables and gravy and then rolled like a wrap.
“I’ll bring them right over,” taking one step away she gives me one last look before spinning on her heels and heading out the back with my order. I smile at myself, proud as fuck that I got to her, like she gets to me.
Batch said I might be moving too fast, but fuck it, look what happened to Carrie-Ann, anything can happen just as fast as a click of the fingers.
Want it. Take it.
Chapter six
Zarah
Iput the order slip next to the other ones so the meal can be prepped and I lean forward, resting my elbows on the work surface and bury my face in my hands, taking in deep breaths, trying to control my breathing from my interaction with Maze. That man does stupid things to my body, that no man should be able to do just by talking.
I completely get what Ana used to say about when Ace would open his mouth and make her swoon with words, but bloody hell, Maze didn’t make me swoon, no he made my underwear damp and made me want to run home to flick the bean to ease the throbbing.
“You okay, sis?” comes Ana’s voice from behind me. I plaster on a smile and turn to face her, hoping she won’t see the flushed look on my face. Oh hell, who ama I kidding of course she will see how flustered I am.
