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Without warning, his mind filled with the clearest vision of her black bra under her wet shirt.Dr. Dirty Water.He grinned as he slowed the swamp dragon and took the last turn to the Basilique dock.Mr. October.He was used to womenwantinghim, but none had ever gotten right in his face about it. She’d literallyfelthim when he helped her onto the boat. There was no need to hate it since she wasn’t there for long while doing them all a huge favor. He really needed to pay her back somehow for that.
His mind wasn’t done thinking of the Tegan details. Like her mouth. Her greatest weapon. Not just because of the sheer amount of words that exited it, but the distracting perfection of those lips. And smile. Maybe one of the non-twelve brothers would keep her company. They didn’t care a lick about traditions and customs. No, she was in his care while there. He’d have to watch she didn’t find trouble or trouble didn’t find her. Especially with that fucking war looming. They were looking for leverage and she was just the kind he didn’t want to provide.
She’d need to stay close while there. After the hurricane, she could go wherever she wanted with whoever she wanted. He was sure Jek had an interest in her already. They were likely fighting over her or placing bets. Once the Twelve got a hold of her, they’d be rolling the fate dice.
He hopped onto the pier after docking the swamp dragon and hurried toward the Basilique to find somebody with the keys to the water taxi.
The first thing his eyes landed on when he cleared the path was Tegan. The red sun dress and cowgirl boots in the midst of the Twelve was kind of impossible to miss. She spotted him and gave a smile that turned up all the wrong settings in him. Yeah, she was definitely going to be a distraction. And not just for the Twelve.
As she hurried toward him in that sassy Texas stride, another revelation bit him in his dick. That bra he’d seen under her shirt was as fake as that confidence she strutted in. The real deal was two perfect, energetic mounds dancing to the seductive sway of her hips for all eyes to see. He barely managed to tear his eyes off them before locking onto her face. From the frying pan into the fire with those curved lips. Had he just fallen in complete lust between the dock and the path leading to the Basilique?
Welcome to the world of the non-celibate.
He realized what was missing. The all too perfect details of her ass and hipsandpussy in thosewickedjeans she’d come in. God help the man who would have to contend with the entire package that she was.
That’s kinda fucking you, Dr. Dirty Water.
It wouldn’t be the first bite in the ass in the absence of his celibacy collar. They were coming more frequently the longer he lived without it. He was no stranger to taking care of his own needs, he’d had plenty practice before he’d gotten control over his urges when he first took that vow. He’d have to open that dirty little room back up if he was going to avoid following his all-too-willing cock into the wrong temptations.
“You ready?” she said, breathless when she reached him, brown eyes sparking. “You like my dress? I never wear dresses you should know. But I’m glad I am, it hides my fat ass.”
God, fuck. “Uh…yeah, ready. You?”
“Since you left, I’ve been ready,” she muttered, sharing his distaste for socializing. “How many people are we picking up?”
“Three pregnant mothers, and a couple elderly who have pacemakers, and my Grand Pier.”
She sucked in a breath, and he looked at her, the sound kicking his brain back to X-rated. “I heard about him from Juliette.”
Juliette. “She was here?”
“Yes, and we had a nice chat about all the stuff you said I could talk to her about. The alligators? And I found out some interesting things about theTwelve.”
Oh boy.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were one?” she asked, like he’d betrayed her.
“Why would I?” he wondered.
“Sooooo, I hear you’re gonna be dating three whole women that you picked to marry?”
“Threewholewomen?”
She giggled. “It’s a sayin’. Just means you’re doing something really big, and the whole thing.”
He suddenly stopped and she did too a step ahead, turning. “How much of my life did Juliette tell you?”
Her eyes slowly widened. “I didn’t ask questions,” she said, both hands up.
He continued toward the Basilique before his eyes got him in trouble.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, I think it’s sweet you want to marry into your culture. My daddy is also like this.Baby girl, you need to find you a nice cowboy and carry on in the wretched ranchy way.Only he doesn’t think it’s wretched at all, but some kind of heaven on earth. So, she mentioned something about one of the women working at the hospital? Would that be the rude one who didn’t want me to disturb you?”
“Yes, it would be,” he said, pissed at Juliette. The fuck was her problem?
“She’s cute,” she said. “Doesn’t seem like your type but what do I really know about you?”
“This is correct, whatdoyou know about me? Nothing, actually.”
