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“Hey,” she protested. “How am I supposed to fuel up for round two when you’re eating my food?”
I wiped a smear of mayo from my mouth and offered her a wing. “I can do all of the work this time.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed a wing. “How about we both do the work?”
“That what they do in your books?”
She nibbled on the wing and nodded. “For the most part.”
“I’m convinced that you’re not reading fairytales, babe. You’re just reading real life.” I hadn’t read any of Sloane’s books, but every time she told me it was like she was in a book, it was just normal shit.
Sex. Romance. Motorcycle clubs.
All real life.
Sure, life was not always good like this, but you pushed through the shit times to get to the fairytale moments.
“Two days ago I would have argued with you, but you’re making me think you might be right.” She finished the wing and dropped the bones on the edge of the plate. “I’m going to have to ask my favorite MC authors how they do it. Those stories are pretty spot on from where I’m sitting.”
“Eating chicken wings in bed with a biker?”
She nodded and held the wrap up to my lips. “Yeah. You’re my knight in shining armor who roared into my life on a chrome steed. Let’s just hope all the drama they sprinkle into their books doesn’t happen to us.”
I took a bite and nodded. “Let’s fucking hope not, babe. I’d ask you what that drama is, but I don’t want you to bring that bad juju to us.”
“Juju?” she laughed. “That is not a word I ever thought would come out of your mouth.”
I shrugged, “Call it whatever you want. Let’s just keep the bad shit at bay, yeah?”
“Well, most of the time it’s stalkers and plain old crazies. Got any of those waiting in the wings?” she laughed.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I laughed. “Not that I know of, but normally the crazies don’t come advertising themselves until it’s too late.”
Sloane wagged her finger at me. “You’re right. They always come out of left field.”
“Babe,” I drawled. “I’d rather you talk about the blue aliens than all the bad things that happen in your realistic books.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not afraid we’ll get invaded by blue aliens if I talk about them?” she sassed.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shook my head. “No, because if we do, I know all you book nerds will take care of them.”
“Breed a new species?” she suggested.
“What the hell, Sloane? You guys are fucking the blue aliens?”
She busted out laughing and rocked back and forth. “You have no clue,” she wheezed.
And I didn’t want to have a clue. Sloane loved her books, and that was great, but she could keep the freaky blue aliens to herself. I set the plate of wings on the bedside table and whipped back the comforter.
“Hey,” she protested.
My eyes traveled over the expanse of her lush body, and I planted a knee on the bed. “Hey, what?” I growled.
“I’m eating,” she whispered.
I grabbed the wrap from her and tossed it on the plate. “Oh, I’m about to, too, babe.”
“Oh, boy,” she gasped. She slowly spread her legs and draped her arm over her head. “We’re ready for round two?”
