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"No. I made a suggestion. And now I'm making a promise. If you come anywhere near her again, you're going to be the first man in Nashville to eat his own dick covered in barbeque sauce. She doesn't owe you a goddamn thing. Keep pushing your luck, and you'll find out exactly how it feels when someone pushes back, motherfucker."
"What'd she do? Hire you to threaten me?" he sneers, though the confident gleam in his eyes winked out about thirty seconds ago. The thing about men like Lyle…they think they're big and tough until someone pushes back. A bully hates karma. And I'm this motherfucker's karma. If he comes near my woman again, Madden won't have to destroy his world. I'll pluck it apart piece by piece, just to watch it collapse. And I'll do it with a fucking smile on my face.
No one threatens what belongs to me. No one touches what's mine. I may not be the same dangerous man I was when they put a gun in my hand and turned my loose on our enemies, but I'm not tame, either.
"She didn't have to hire me. Destroying you would be my fucking pleasure." I smile, a cold, lethal smile. It's the truth. She didn't hire me. Madden did. And there's not a single moment of destroying his world I wouldn't enjoy. "Get the fuck out of here before I decide to start right now."
I didn't have to tell him twice. He tucked tail and ran like the little bitch he is. I followed him out, just to make sure he didn't try any bullshit before he was off the property.
And made it back inside just in time to find my girl trying to give me a damn heart attack in that bikini. She looks like a goddess, and I'm not the only one who thinks so. I've been mean-mugging these little pricks for the last hour, trying to give her time to do her thing.
But her time is up. If she isn't in my truck, heading back to her house soon, I'm going to have my hands all over her in front of everyone at this party. They can listen while she screams my name. Maybe then they'll stop staring like they want what belongs to me.
"You're blocking the sun, Zion," she says sweetly, shielding her eyes with one hand to look up at me.
"I'm aware. But when you shine that bright, not even my shadow darkens it, Makenzie." I crook my finger. "It's time to go. You're burning."
"I'm not ready to go."
She's toying with me. She was ready to go as soon as we pulled up out front. I don't think this is her scene anymore than it's mine. But she had a job to do and a point to make and she was hell bent on doing both. Now, she's done. It's time to go.
"Either you come willingly, or I carry you out over my shoulder. Your choice."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me, baby."
She hesitates for a brief moment before practically launching herself out of the lounger. Her pretty little eyes spit fire at me as she wraps the towel around herself, bristling like a pissed off little kitten.
She hates being told what to do. Yet she does it anyway.
I shouldn't love that nearly as much as I do considering those goddamn heels are sharp enough to be fatal.
She brushes past me, muttering something I can't hear.
I hook my arm around her waist, dragging her up against my body before she can get far. My lips settle against her ear. "If you're going to insult me, at least speak loud enough for me to appreciate that smart mouth, beautiful."
I don't know if she does it on purpose, if she forgot my earlier threat, or if she's just as fucking turned on as I've been all day. But as soon as my hands land on her bare skin, she makes that sound again. The one that makes my dick hard enough to pound steel.
"Zion."
Christ, that whimper.
I scoop her into my arms with a low oath, ignoring the catcalls and whistles all around us. Fuck everyone here. If she's not coming for me in the next five minutes, I'll be making an entirely different kind of scene today.
I storm back inside the house, ignoring every look thrown our way. Let them look. Let them see my hands on her perfect body and the way she's clinging to me like she doesn't want to let me go.
She's mine, goddammit. All fucking mine.
I drag her into the nearest room with a door, slamming it closed behind us. Shelves line the walls with canned goods and nonperishables stacked up high. A pantry, then. It'll do.
"What—?"
I pin her against the door, claiming her mouth like I've wanted to do all fucking day. She tastes like sin and kisses like magic. Christ Almighty. She's going to have me on my knees, pleading for mercy. But I'll enjoy every filthy minute of it.
I lick inside her mouth, coaxing her tongue out to play with mine. She makes that damn sound again, so I do what any sane man would do. I drag her legs around my hips and dry hump her like my life depends on it.
Right now, I think it might.
