The Mane Event
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Smitty gave him a thumbs-up while trying to get his breath back. Were clear, he wheezed out. Then Mace followed after Dez.
Chapter Four
S he found it interesting how she kept having to remind herself to keep breathing. But Dez had to. She kept forgetting. Every time she looked up from her food and found Mace staring at her, shed simply forget to breathe. She kept trying to find some flaw on him. Something wrong with his features or his hair or his teeth. Anything to make him less godlike and more human.
Yet she found everything about him perfect. From that voice that kept dropping impossibly lower every time they touched on the topic of sex to the way his gold eyes glinted in the dimly lit restaurant to the way his muscles bunched under his seen-better-days, black, long-sleeve T-shirt.
If she really intended to keep her Puerto Rican ass out of his bed, she should have never gone to dinner with the man. Because he still knew how to get to her. Still knew how to make her smile and pant. Still knew how to make her hot.
And she wanted his dick in her mouth so bad she thought she might start crying.
Is it actually wrong to toss a woman onto a restaurant table and fuck her senseless? Probably.
Mace sighed and continued to stare at the lovely Detective First Grade Desiree MacDermot. Dez who always made him smile. Always made him hard. Always made him crazy.
Still made him crazy. With those gray eyes, those amazing breasts,and that voice. That fucking voice still made him sweat.
He found her so distracting he completely overlooked the fact hed spent the last three hours in the company of wolves. Owned and operated by the Van Holtz Pack, the Van Holtz restaurant chain had the best prime rib Mace had ever tasted. In retrospect, he was glad Smitty joined them. Smitty had actually been able to keep the wolves at bay and away from him. They clearly didnt like having Mace in their space, although all the Van Holtz restaurants were supposed to be neutral territory. Mace guessed that only applied to other Packs and not Pride.
It amazed him what he would willingly put up with for this frustrating and beautiful woman.
What Im not quite clear on, Dez, is how you didnt actually notice your husband moved out.
Ex-husband. And I had a lot going on at the time. It was my first big case. A lot was riding on it. It just took me a while to realize hed left.
Whats a while?
She held the coffee cup between her hands and stared at it. Three weeks.
Mace leaned forward and waited until she looked him in the eye. You noticed after three weeks or he told you after three weeks?
When she didnt answer but went back to staring at her coffee cup, he couldnt help himself. He laughed. Loud.
She glanced around as the entire attention of the restaurant turned toward them.
Christ, would you keep it down?Im not exactly proud of this.
Sounds to me like he was boring and selfish and you should be glad the asshole is gone. I know I am.
She smirked and a blush spread across her cheeks. He liked that he could make a tough city cop blush.
She glanced up, clearly ready to change the subject. Where did the redneck go?
I dont know. He does keep disappearing, doesnt he? And thats why hes family.
We should probably check the ladies room.
Mace grinned. Probably. Smittys always had an easy time with women.
Oh, and Im sure you have a real struggle with women, Mace. I bet they ignore you and treat you like you dont even exist.
He smirked at her. Only one does that.
She put down her coffee and ran her hands through her hair. Shed been doing that more and more as the night wore on. I know you exist, Mace. Trust me. I know. But you forget, I was in the military. I know exactly what you scumbags get up to. Sorry if Im not blindly diving into the deep end of that pool.
So, you think I just want
To screw the one girl you didnt? Yeah. Thats what I think.
Then you dont think much of me.
I didnt say that. But you are a guy, Mace. A Llewellyn, true. But still a guy.
Which means what?
Well, I did read that testosterone causes brain damage.
Mace snorted out a laugh as Smitty, reeking of some wolf female, sat back down at the table.
What did I miss?
Dez was telling me how all men are mentally handicapped.
I didnt say that, she corrected with a condescending smile. I merely said that you all haveshe made air quotes with her handsspecial needs. The reality is you guys really cant think past that thing between your legs.
Damn, girl. Smitty wasnt used to women not immediately bowled over by his charm. That is mighty harsh, darlin. Lumping us in with any-ol-body.
Really? Dez picked her coffee back up.
Yes. Really. Mace is a good guy. One of the best. And I am a caring, sensitive male that has many, many layers. Dont let this tough, manly exterior fool you. Theres so much about me youll never understand.
Dez swallowed a mouthful of coffee. You have a hickey on your neck.
Dez grinned at the two men as a waiter placed a piece of cake between them. He laid out forks for each. Smiled at Smitty. Leered at Dez. And practically spit at Mace. Man, the staff at this restaurant really didnt like him.
Chapter Four
S he found it interesting how she kept having to remind herself to keep breathing. But Dez had to. She kept forgetting. Every time she looked up from her food and found Mace staring at her, shed simply forget to breathe. She kept trying to find some flaw on him. Something wrong with his features or his hair or his teeth. Anything to make him less godlike and more human.
Yet she found everything about him perfect. From that voice that kept dropping impossibly lower every time they touched on the topic of sex to the way his gold eyes glinted in the dimly lit restaurant to the way his muscles bunched under his seen-better-days, black, long-sleeve T-shirt.
If she really intended to keep her Puerto Rican ass out of his bed, she should have never gone to dinner with the man. Because he still knew how to get to her. Still knew how to make her smile and pant. Still knew how to make her hot.
And she wanted his dick in her mouth so bad she thought she might start crying.
Is it actually wrong to toss a woman onto a restaurant table and fuck her senseless? Probably.
Mace sighed and continued to stare at the lovely Detective First Grade Desiree MacDermot. Dez who always made him smile. Always made him hard. Always made him crazy.
Still made him crazy. With those gray eyes, those amazing breasts,and that voice. That fucking voice still made him sweat.
He found her so distracting he completely overlooked the fact hed spent the last three hours in the company of wolves. Owned and operated by the Van Holtz Pack, the Van Holtz restaurant chain had the best prime rib Mace had ever tasted. In retrospect, he was glad Smitty joined them. Smitty had actually been able to keep the wolves at bay and away from him. They clearly didnt like having Mace in their space, although all the Van Holtz restaurants were supposed to be neutral territory. Mace guessed that only applied to other Packs and not Pride.
It amazed him what he would willingly put up with for this frustrating and beautiful woman.
What Im not quite clear on, Dez, is how you didnt actually notice your husband moved out.
Ex-husband. And I had a lot going on at the time. It was my first big case. A lot was riding on it. It just took me a while to realize hed left.
Whats a while?
She held the coffee cup between her hands and stared at it. Three weeks.
Mace leaned forward and waited until she looked him in the eye. You noticed after three weeks or he told you after three weeks?
When she didnt answer but went back to staring at her coffee cup, he couldnt help himself. He laughed. Loud.
She glanced around as the entire attention of the restaurant turned toward them.
Christ, would you keep it down?Im not exactly proud of this.
Sounds to me like he was boring and selfish and you should be glad the asshole is gone. I know I am.
She smirked and a blush spread across her cheeks. He liked that he could make a tough city cop blush.
She glanced up, clearly ready to change the subject. Where did the redneck go?
I dont know. He does keep disappearing, doesnt he? And thats why hes family.
We should probably check the ladies room.
Mace grinned. Probably. Smittys always had an easy time with women.
Oh, and Im sure you have a real struggle with women, Mace. I bet they ignore you and treat you like you dont even exist.
He smirked at her. Only one does that.
She put down her coffee and ran her hands through her hair. Shed been doing that more and more as the night wore on. I know you exist, Mace. Trust me. I know. But you forget, I was in the military. I know exactly what you scumbags get up to. Sorry if Im not blindly diving into the deep end of that pool.
So, you think I just want
To screw the one girl you didnt? Yeah. Thats what I think.
Then you dont think much of me.
I didnt say that. But you are a guy, Mace. A Llewellyn, true. But still a guy.
Which means what?
Well, I did read that testosterone causes brain damage.
Mace snorted out a laugh as Smitty, reeking of some wolf female, sat back down at the table.
What did I miss?
Dez was telling me how all men are mentally handicapped.
I didnt say that, she corrected with a condescending smile. I merely said that you all haveshe made air quotes with her handsspecial needs. The reality is you guys really cant think past that thing between your legs.
Damn, girl. Smitty wasnt used to women not immediately bowled over by his charm. That is mighty harsh, darlin. Lumping us in with any-ol-body.
Really? Dez picked her coffee back up.
Yes. Really. Mace is a good guy. One of the best. And I am a caring, sensitive male that has many, many layers. Dont let this tough, manly exterior fool you. Theres so much about me youll never understand.
Dez swallowed a mouthful of coffee. You have a hickey on your neck.
Dez grinned at the two men as a waiter placed a piece of cake between them. He laid out forks for each. Smiled at Smitty. Leered at Dez. And practically spit at Mace. Man, the staff at this restaurant really didnt like him.
