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"Say my fucking name, Dilemma," I growl, grinding my thumb against her clit, ruthless in my quest to get what I want.
She white knuckles the table, trying to resist me. Trying like hell not to fall. But she's no match for me. Not when she wants to come so fucking badly. She whimpers, burying her face against my arm.
"Bronx," she moans, shuddering as she comes, soaking her panties.
She doesn't say it loudly. I doubt anyone even hears her. If they do, I doubt they understand what's happening. But I hear her. I know. And my dick throbs.
I've still got myhand between her legs when I hear someone say her name. I quickly remove it, my heart sinking like a fucking stone as she goes rigid beside me, her head snapping up.
I glance to the left to see Adalynn and Razor Montgomery staring straight at us. Adalynn looks shocked, as if this is the last place she expected to see Gemma. Razor is pissed.
Gemma grabs my hand, clinging to it like it's a lifeline as her sister and brother-in-law approach the table.
"I didn't know you were here," Adalynn says softly, speaking to Gemma.
"We're having dinner."
Adalynn's amber eyes dart to me and then back to her sister.
"Um, this is Bronx. Bronx, this is my sister, Adalynn and her husband, Razor Montgomery. Adalynn, Razor, this is Bronx Kaiser, my…"
"Boyfriend," I cut in when she flounders, clearly not sure how to introduce me. Boyfriend isn't even close to adequate, but it'll do for now.
"Boyfriend?" Adalynn mouths.
"Boyfriend?" Razor's eyes narrow further. Yeah, he's definitely pissed. "Where'd you two meet?"
"In town," Gemma says quickly.
Razor doesn't take his eyes off me. He knows. Fuck my life. Either word travels faster than I anticipated, or he's working shit out faster than a fucking rocket scientist over here. I'm guessing it's the latter since Garrett hasn't shown up on my doorstep yet.
It'll only be a matter of time now but fuck it. Gemma is mine. If I have to face her brother and all three brothers-in-law, then I face them. They can hate me if they want to hate me. What they can't do—what I won't allow them to do—is shame her. There isn't a damn thing wrong with her or her desires. Anything they need to say, they'll say to me. Not to her.
"Where in town?" Razor demands.
"Just in town."
Adalynn glances around the table as if she's missing something, and then she looks at Gemma again. When Gemma avoids her gaze, realization seems to dawn on her. She gasps, her eyes going comically wide. "Holy crap. You've been going to the club."
"Keep your voice down!" Gemma hisses, more or less confirming what Razor worked out five minutes ago.
"Motherfucker," he growls, his fist landing heavy against the tabletop. The loud thump causes Gemma to jump and draws the eyes of every nearby diner. "We need to talk outside. Now."
"I'm not going outside with you, brother," I say quietly. "If you want to talk about this, we can talk, but now isn't the time and this isn't the place. I won't have the whole fucking town talking about her like she's a salacious piece of gossip."
"You've had her in the fucking club," he growls.
"Keep your goddamn voice down," I snap. "Where she goes and what she does is her business. Not yours. And not the entire fucking towns."
"She's my sister-in-law."
"And she's my entire fucking world."
He opens his mouth to say something else and then snaps it closed again. "We're not finished discussing this," he mutters. "If we have to come find you, it's going to be a problem. A big fucking problem."
"I'll be at Garrett's in the morning."
He jerks his chin in a nod, placing his hand on Adalynn's back. "Come on, pretty baby. Let's get out of here."
