She slouched her shoulders. “The bar? What does that even mean?”
I shifted in my seat to look directly at her. “He’s probably going to try to say working at an outlaw bar isn’t good for a single mother.”
“That’s horseshit,” she spit out, slamming her hands down onto the table.
“Maybe we need to get you your old job at the garage back, just to be safe.” I damned the words that were coming out of my mouth. I didn’t want Raven more than five feet from me, let alone working somewhere else.
She violently shook her head. “Working at the Red Crow is the first job I have enjoyed since Emma was born. Fuck Seth for trying to take that away from me. I’ll just have to figure something out.”
A twinge of relief washed over me. “I like that.”
“What?” Her strawberry lips tugged up at the corners, offering the slightest hint of a smile—the first one since we’d gotten Emma back home.
“I like that you like working at the bar. You’re a great employee.” I couldn’t look at her. I knew my eyes would give my true feelings away in seconds.
“Is that all you like?” When her fingers brushed the back of my hand, all bets were off. I couldn’t play coy any longer.
“No,” I stated, grabbing her face and crushing my lips to hers.
Once she kissed me back, all green lights were a go in my brain. I whisked her small frame from her seat, slamming her down on the table. I buried my face in her neck, finally devouring the skin I had been lusting after since the moment I’d first laid eyes on her all those weeks ago.
A subtle moan escaped her lips while her head rolled back with pleasure from my embrace. My fingertips tugged at her clothes, but then I instantly forced myself to stop.
“We can’t…” I huffed into the seat between Raven’s legs.
“We can,” she argued, leaning up on an elbow. As her eyes met mine, matching my lust. I damned myself for the restraint I was imposing on us.
“Your daughter is ten feet away.” I shot down the rest of my drink, glaring at her.
“You’re either a knight in shining armor or the biggest idiot on the planet,” Raven said breathlessly, adjusting her shirt before sitting up in front of me.
“I would hope it’s the first thing, but the jury is still out on that one, darlin’.”
Raven drank the rest of her drink, eyeing me. “Want to play a game?”
I let my hand land on her jean-covered thigh. “More than anything.”
She let out a little giggle, sliding down into my lap. Shifting, she straddled me, locking our eye contract. “I want to be sprawled out on this table with your tongue dancing on my clit right now.”
Suddenly, my pants were extremely confining.
“I want to feel your tongue playing down my cock as you take me all the way down your throat,” I admitted. As the thought of that gorgeous mouth taking me all the way in settled into my mind, I could barely remember why I’d stopped myself in the first place.
“The head of your dick slamming into the back of my mouth,” she whispered against my ear.
“You down on your knees in front of me while I fuck your face until your cunt is dripping wet.”
“Isn’t this a fun game?” she teased, kissing my beard-covered cheek.
“It’s either the most fun game I have ever played or the worst form of torture I have ever endured.”
“I would hope it’s the first thing, but the jury is still out on that one,” she baited.
Chapter 9
Jett
A few months later