“Yes. Thank you again for installing the dishwasher this morning.”
“No problem,” he said.
“It was really nice of you, and I honestly don’t think a thank you is enough.”
“True,” Briggs said. “A blowjob would probably be a great thank you.”
Her mouth dropped open, and Briggs made that - shouldn’t have been but absolutely was sexy - growl he did for her and her alone. “Little witch, you need to close your mouth. I only have so much willpower.”
She shut her mouth but was pretty certain her eyes were the size of damn dinner plates. Briggs glanced at her face, and when he began to laugh, she laughed too. “Oh my God, Briggs. I can’t believe you just said that. Do you always barter home repairs for blowjobs?”
“Only with sexy little witches who I’m certain would be incredible at sucking my dick,” he said.
Her face turned scorching hot, and she was suddenly so turned on that she could practically feel her pussy drip. Briggs inhaled deeply before a satisfied smile crossed his face. “I fucking love smelling how much you want me, baby.”
“Briggs,” she said, her voice shaky. “Maybe we should skip dinner and go home.”
“If we do, we’ll end up fucking,” he said.
“We can use the vibrator again,” she said.
He shook his head, his hot gaze never leaving hers. “No, little witch. Not tonight. I don’t have the willpower to use that goddamn toy on you instead of my cock.”
Her eyes dropped to his crotch, and he half-groaned, half-growled. “We need to go into the restaurant right now, Cece.”
He was right, she knew he was right, but every part of her screamed to slide across the seat, climb into Briggs’s lap, and grind her way to an orgasm.
“Cecelia,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Sorry,” she said and quickly shoved open the truck door and climbed out.
Briggs was beside her in an instant, studying the parking lot and the street, inhaling deeply as he did. After a moment, he said, “All good. Let’s go, Cece.”
They walked into the restaurant, and the hostess led them to a separate room. They stepped inside, and Cece stared in surprise at the number of people who were standing around the long table. Hudson and Rosalie were there, standing with Judd and Tori, but she could also see Mal and Willow, Bishop and a curvy redheaded woman, Garth, Davis, and Fenton with a small brunette.
Two couples she’d never seen before were standing with Kat and Ronin, and she waved hesitantly at Ronin when he glanced over.
“Tiny tree witch! C’mon over!” Ronin hollered.
She and Briggs joined them, and Ronin grinned happily at her. “Hey, glad you could make it.”
“Sorry, we’re late,” Briggs said. “Traffic was worse than I expected.”
“No problem.” Ronin slipped his arm around Kat’s waist. “I think you know everyone here but these folks.”
Ronin turned to the couple standing next to them. The man was tall and dark-haired with blue eyes, and while he was handsome enough, there was something about him that made Cece nervous.
The woman holding his hand looked enough like Kat that Cece wasn’t at all surprised when Ronin said, “This is Kat’s sister, Emerson, and her mate, Clay. Emerson and Clay, this is Briggs and Cece.”
“Nice to meet you both.” Emerson had a warm smile and a firm handshake.
Ronin turned to the other couple, grinning at the woman. “This lovely lady is Kat’s best friend, Bria, aka Stripes, and her disgustingly handsome mate, Jace.”
“Hi Cece, I love your top,” Bria said with a pretty smile.
“Thank you,” Cece said. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well,” Jace said.
