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“Jane’s doing good? Idiots aren’t giving her a hard time, are they?”
Rys turned back around.
“Have you heard anyone say shit?” He was getting angry just thinking about someone saying anything about her.
“When I hear a conversation going in that direction, I kick their drunk asses out.”
Rys nodded his thanks. “Yeah, Jane’s something special, and William and I don’t take shit when it comes to her.”
Jaxx watched him for a solid minute, and Rys didn’t know if he knew the underlying message. They looked after her before, but things were different now. She was theirs. At least Jaxx was smart enough not to say anything. He smiled, nodded, and went back to his work.
Rys left Rowdy’s and climbed into his truck. Slick’s was only half a mile from the bar, and just knowing he was going to see Jane had his dick hard as hell. Adjusting himself, he knew he should have rubbed one out earlier, because he planned on being between her sweet thighs before the night was up. At this rate, he’d come like a damn teenage boy.
Chapter 18
“Order up!”
Jane picked up the two plates of burgers and fries, a common order when the drunks stumbled in and needed something greasy to soak up all the alcohol they consumed. Her feet were killing her, and once again she cursed herself for working these damn doubles. Of course, she always thought that when her shift was about to end. She set the plates in front of the two clearly inebriated guys in her section. The little bell above the front door chimed, alerting her of the arrival of most likely another drunk customer. Without looking her shoulder, she called out, “Just take a seat anywhere, and I’ll be right there.”
After picking up two more plates the cook slid under the warming lights, Jane deposited them at another table and headed to her new customer. Head lowered as she dug in her pocket for her pad and pen, she stopped in front of the booth. When she lifted her eyes and saw who it was, a smile spread across her face, and her heart skipped a beat. Rys leaned back in the booth with one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee. One of his arms was slung over the back of the seat, and his grin was wide.
He was gorgeous in a black T-shirt that stretched over his wide chest and a pair of low-riding, worn jeans that encased his muscular thighs. Her traitorous body decided that was the best time to become aroused, and she had to force herself to calm the hell down. She was at work and needed to act somewhat professional, even if all she wanted to do was pounce on the customer.
Smiling, she cocked her hip and loved the way Rys’s eyebrow arched as he skimmed his gaze up and down her body. “Would you like to hear our specials?”
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the faded yellow linoleum tabletop, and grinned. “Does that special include you naked and bouncing that sweet pussy on my cock?”
Her cheeks heated, and she swallowed roughly. Jane looked over her shoulder and made sure no one heard him. “You’re going to get me fired talking dirty like that.” She tried to sound stern, but it came out more breathy than anything else.
“Some asses would get kicked if you got fired.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Have you been waiting around for me to get off work?” He didn’t answer, but she knew damn well that he had. She had let her mom use the car because she got out of the bake sale hours before Jane got off work. She knew one of the guys would be able to take her home. Now, here he was, looking sexy as hell, waiting for her to get off work.
He shrugged and leaned back in the booth. “I hung out at Rowdy’s for a while and just decided to come over and order some pie. You have pie, right?” He cocked that eyebrow of his again in that sexy way that made her pussy wet. He phrased it innocently enough, but his lids had dropped, and he watched her with a look that said he wanted to eat said pie off her body. She needed to snap out of this and finish up the rest of her shift.
Jane rattled off the pies they had, and Rys chuckled, knowing he was getting to her and setting her on edge. He finally ordered apple and a cup of coffee. After she gave it to him, she saw she only had twenty minutes left. She went in the back and started counting her till and tips. Saturday had been busy, and her tips showed it. The extra money would do a world of good for the week.
