Mad Gold (Providence Gold 2)

“I’ll kill her,” she growled, trying to get up to reach her phone which was on the edge of the blanket we were currently lying on.

Holding on tight to her, I continued. “I acknowledged them and thanked her for being so thoughtful and then asked what your food secrets were. She sent a really long list – a really, really long list – and then pointed out which ones were your ‘most favorites’. When she said that you could eat more salsa Verde than the whole of Mexico in one sitting…”

“That bitch!” she gasped, reaching out again.

“I went with that,” I finished and then lifted her up and put her on top of me so that our date wasn’t ruined by a smackdown with her best friend.

She lay there glaring at a patch of grass over my head for a good while, before the tension left her body and her focus returned to me. I’d learned this with my sister – sometimes it was better to let women calm down in their own time.

“Thank you for spoiling me,” she whispered, gently rubbing her thumb across my lower lip, her eyes glued to it.

When I grinned, her body relaxed so much that she practically melted on top of me – something I would have laughed at, but I had too much Mexican food in me to do that.

“Babe, that was a really long list!” I chuckled.

Apparently that was way the wrong thing to say because her spine went rigid again and her head shot back up so that she was glaring down at me.

“I like food, okay?” she snapped. “Have you seen the size of my ass?”

Now that wasn’t funny!

Skimming my hand down to the area in question, I grabbed a handful. “What’s wrong with your ass?”

“It’s huge!” she even said it in a way that questioned my sanity.

On this, my sanity couldn’t be questioned because it was freakin’ perfect.

“The fuck you say,” I growled, feeling my dick getting hard. I had the perfect mental snapshot of her ass from our first time together, and it was nothing short of a body miracle.

“I think I would know,” she said sarcastically, but any of her previous anger was gone. I had a feeling that this was down to her being able to clearly feel the hard on that was making itself known through my jeans against her stomach.

“I think I would know,” I replied, unable to stop myself grinding up against her slightly when she shifted at that moment, rubbing against that one spot on the tip of my cock.

Jesus Christ, was it possible for your eyes to get stuck in the back of your head?

“It’s my ass,” she tried to argue, but it came out breathlessly, and was now just words with no meaning behind them.

Unlike my next ones.

“Not anymore it’s not,” I grumbled, and then spun us so she was lying on her back with me on top of her.

Just as I was leaning down to kiss her as my left hand made its ascent up her body underneath her t-shirt, the dogs went ape shit. I hadn’t lost sight of the fact that someone was fucking with the Townsends company and had my gun in its holder on the waistband of my pants. That was all fair and well, but I didn’t want Dahlia caught up in any of the bullshit, so whatever I did next would have to include her safety being the priority.

“Go and hide behind the tree,” I whispered as quietly as I could over the racket that the dogs were making, pointing at the area where the trees separated us from the big field we’d driven along.

“What about you?” she replied, sounding more pissed than scared. That was my girl, but I needed her safe.

“Go!” I rolled off her and got my gun out, before moving behind another tree that would give me an uninterrupted view of where the dogs were.

It seemed like it took forever as I crouched down and kept checking both the place where whoever it was would need to come through to get to where we were, and the place where Dahlia was hidden. When the person finally turned up, I almost shot him just out of spite and irritation that he’d interrupted us.

Levi fucking Townsend rode into the clearing and looked around in confusion.

“Mad!” he yelled, jumping off the horse and spinning around in a circle. “Where’d your humans go?” he asked the dogs who were going nuts trying to get to him first. Baileys had even somehow gotten on top of Harambe’s back and was using him as a trampoline.

“Oh, for the love of all things sacred,” Dahlia muttered before coming out from behind her tree. I’d been intending to leave him until he got bored and left us, but she’d obviously taken pity on the sad sack.